Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I lowered my head and looked down the length of my body, could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me, and opened my mouth in a silent cry as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me.
“I will never let you go.” He grunted the words in that deep voice of his, and my pleasure increased. And then he was holding my hips so tight that the pain had me gasping out.
He buried himself deep inside of me and I swore I felt the hard jets of his seed fill me.
Calder murmured these harsh and guttural things, ones that had my body burning alive from the inside out.
“Mine,” he groaned out as he filled me with his cum until all I could feel, smell, and hear was Calder.
He covered my back with his chest, his hard pants of breath bathing the nape of my neck. My arms shook as I held myself up, and when he pulled out of me, I allowed myself to fall forward.
Calder lay down beside me, but before I could even take another breath he had his thick arm wrapped around my waist and had me pulled in close to him. My skin was sweaty, his cum and my wetness covered my pussy and inner thighs, but I couldn’t even find the strength to move.
I didn’t want to.
He was a warrior in all senses of the word.
He was a Viking in every way.
He was a real man.
And he was mine.
Chapter Twelve
Greta
I saw my home just as we crested over the hill, smoke from a fire outside, my brother curing a hide, bringing back memories of what now seemed like a lifetime ago, instead of just days.
I felt myself start to cry at the sight. This was something I didn’t think I would be able to see ever again once Egil had taken me. Calder wrapped his arm around my waist even tighter and pulled me impossibly closer to his chest. I rested my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes, the steady rhythm of the horse moving over the flat terrain almost calming. Or maybe it was because I was held by the man I cared for, and finally home at last?
I heard my mother scream out, opened my eyes to see her running from the front entrance toward us. Calder pulled the horse to a stop and got down, helping me once he was on solid ground. I found myself running toward my mother and father, throwing myself in their arms, and all of us falling to the ground.
I didn’t know what the future would hold, what the fates would decide, but I did know one thing for certain.
Happiness washed through me as I stared at Calder. I knew that my life was intertwined with his, that we were meant to be together. And I was not going to let anything or anyone take that away.
My father pulled away and walked over to my berserker. As my mother still hugged me, I watch the two of them talk, could see the relief in my father’s eyes, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Calder, the ever-stoic berserker, stood still and straight, nodding intermittently after something my father said.
It was only when my father walked back to us that I pulled away from my mother, wondering what they’d spoken about, if everything was okay.
Was now a good time to tell him that Calder and I were not leaving each other, that I’d fallen for the Viking warrior?
He smiled and pulled me in for a hug. For long moments, my father just held me. When he did finally pull back to look at my face, he cupped my cheeks.
“He wants you, Greta.”
I felt my heart skip a beat at those words.
“But it’s your choice.”
The sound of apprehension in my father’s voice was clear.
“I will not force you to do anything.”
I looked over at Calder and saw he watched us. The memories of what we shared in that cabin filled me and had me blush. I cleared my throat and looked at the ground for a suspended moment, trying to get my bearings.
Then I lifted my head and looked at my father again.
“I want him, Father. I want to be his.”
My father nodded and pulled me in for another hug.
“As long as you’re happy, daughter.”
I was, unbelievably so.
He pulled back and I could see the acceptance on his face. He walked over to where my mother was, and I now stood a few feet from Calder. I found myself grinning like a fool as I moved up to him and all but threw myself in his arms. I didn’t care if they saw how comfortable we were with each other, how much I needed him in my life.
I wanted them to know this, for them to see it and feel it.