Page 93 of The Viking in the Vault
My body tightens around him as the pressure reaches its peak, exploding in a wave of pleasure that has me crying out his name. Ragnar grunts, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he's pressing into me again, harder and faster than before.
His movements become erratic and I can tell he's on the edge too. His grip on me tightens, holding me still as he thrusts into me a final time, burying himself deep inside me. He lets out a low groan, his entire body going rigid as his climax hits.
We lay there for a moment, panting heavily, our bodies intertwined. Ragnar's head is buried in the crook of my neck and I can feel his heart pounding against my chest. His hand gently strokes my hair, his touch impossibly gentle compared to the way he thrust into me just now.
“We should probably get up,” I whisper.
Ragnar groans. “This is not the way of my people.”
“What do you mean?”
He raises his head only enough to look me in the eye. “For us…taking a mate would be a large celebration, with a public claiming in front of the clan. And then…then, I would take you to bed and fuck you until you were bred.”
“Oh cool,” I say, my voice high and reedy, the words all wrong. “Um…that sounds like fun.”
A low laugh rumbles in his chest as he ducks his head to brush a kiss to my pulse. “Oh, mate…you have no idea. Of course, we would not have to breed right away…there is time to enjoy one another.”
I blink up at him, heat flooding my cheeks. “You’re saying…that wasn’t you enjoying me?”
Ragnar grins, all teeth and mischief. “That was me starving for you. Enjoying you will take far longer.” He nuzzles the spot just under my ear, his voice a growl. “Days. Weeks. Perhaps cycles.”
My brain short-circuits.
“Okay,” I manage, breathless. “That sounds…like a lot.”
“It will be.” His tongue flicks against my throat, making me shiver. “You will learn every way I can take you. Every way I can make you come. Every sound I can draw from your lips.” He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. “And you will love it.”
My face is on fire, my whole body still trembling from the orgasm he just gave me, and he’s already talking about cycles of more?
I have got to stretch.
Instead of saying any of that, I groan dramatically and press my palms over my face. “I cannot believe you just woke me up with your mouth on my?—”
“You are welcome,” he interrupts, smug and unrepentant. “I intend to do so again. Often.”
I peek at him through my fingers. “We can’t stay in here forever. You know that, right?”
“I will riot.”
“Ragnar.”
“I will carry you out and kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way.”
I roll my eyes. “So, what? You’re going to growl at Kallisto for breathing near me?”
“I do not growl at her. Iglare.” He grins like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay, big guy. Put on some pants.” I sit up slowly, my body sore and spent and satisfied in every possible way. “Because I think Ves is going to ask me how good you were in bed, and I need to be upright to survive the conversation.”
Ragnar’s smile widens. “Tell them the truth, mate.”
“Oh no.”
“Tell them you screamed.”
“Ragnar—”
“Tell them you begged.”
