Page 39 of Viking

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Viking

With her body drapedacross mine, I barely get any fucking shuteye. I gave up sleeping on the couch a week ago because it doesn’t matter if I’m in this room or at the other end of the fucking clubhouse. Either way, I always wake with my little siren snuggled up against me. My dick is rock hard, her leg is draped over my thigh, her arm around my waist and all I can do is stare at the fucking moonlight creeping around the corners of my blinds and will myself not to roll over and take this spooning into forking territory.

I need my goddamn head checked for letting things get to this point. I should have pushed her away hours ago. I shouldn’t want to roll over and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her, but I do.

And just like clockwork, she whimpers and cries out in her sleep, her body shaking violently in my bed.

I push her leg off mine and roll to face her. She thrashes and almost clocks me in the jaw. I grab her wrists and pin them to her sides. “Arie. Wake the fuck up.”

“No. N-no. Don’t touch me. Please.”

“Arie, you’re having a nightmare, darlin’. Wake up!”

She jerks awake and her horror-stricken gaze meets mine in the dim moonlight. Arie sobs, her body trembling as she looks at me with pleading eyes. “T-they held me down. I was back there, in that room. I was there and t-they were punishing me.”

“I got you, little siren. You’re safe.”

Her tears are uncontrollable, same as every night. I’ll hold her and she’ll cry against my chest until she wears herself out, and I’ll lie here thinking about all the ways I want to shove inside her.

Arie climbs on top of me, laying her head against my chest. This is not unusual either, but I’m not typically sporting a chub when she does it.

I sense the moment she feels my dick pressing against her abdomen, because she stiffens and lifts her head to look at me. I have no fucking clue what to do now. I’m not about to make a goddamn move after her rape nightmares. She’s seventeen, for fuck’s sake. She shouldn’t even be in my bed.

I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. “It’s not your fault, darlin’.”

I don’t know if I’m talking about my dick saluting her or her goddamn nightmares, but I swallow hard, nervous for the first time in my adult life. All these enemies, all these fuckers who want me dead, and a seventeen-year-old is the thing to bring me to my goddamn knees.

She leans forward and kisses my lips. It’s an innocent peck, but it still causes my heart to lurch against my ribcage, and my balls to shrink in tight.Fuck.

I don’t kiss her back. I don’t dare fucking move. She does, though. Arie kisses me again, a little softer this time, as if she’s afraid I’ll push her away.

Push her away, you dumb cunt.

This can’t fucking happen. And yet, my lips part just a fraction, and so do hers, until she’s exploring my tongue with her own and my cock is no longer half-mast. It’s hard as fucking rock and loving every second of her squirming against it. Arie draws her legs up until they’re spread on either side of me, her knees digging into the mattress.

Her velvet pussy hugs my dick, it’s fucking dripping, and she slides her plump little lips over my crown as she rocks her hips.Does she always sleep without panties? I can smell her cunt, sweet and juicy, like honey and peaches, taste her need on her lips. I want her too, but we can’t do this.Fuck!

“Arie, you gotta stop, baby.”

“But ...” she pants and “It-it feels so good.”

“I know. Fuck.” I dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips, trying to get her to stop fucking moving. Just for a second, just so I don’t come all over her pretty, pink pussy like a teen.Fuck. Sheisa teen. “Trust me, I know. But we can’t do this.”

“I want to. I ...”

I shove her off and roll her body, so she’s pinned under me, her arms secured against the mattress by my hands. Her creamy thighs fall open, and my dick nestles so fucking sweetly against her slick pussy.

Goddamn it. Moving was a mistake.

“I’m a lot of things, little siren, but I’m not a kiddie rapist.” I hiss and pull away, climbing off the bed. I throw on my jeans and stalk to the door. The light from the hall is blinding, but when I glance back, nothing prepares me for the way Arie looks in my bed, red hair all mussed, her pouty lips turned down in a heartbreaking grimace, and her creamy skin flushed with desire. In that split second, she’s burned into my memory forever, destined to haunt me, tempt me, to call to me like the fucking siren she is.

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