Page 42 of Bought to Break
Viktor
Viktor stared down at Lana in his arms, almost not believing that she was truly theirs. He’d been so angry the last time he’d seen her, after she’d stolen from them. He still was if he was honest. Sorin was right. He was still furious at his wife’s betrayal, though she was long dead. He might always be, he thought, but it wasn’t Lana’s fault and she shouldn’t have to pay for it.
He’d still have to punish her. After what they’d done, Greygor would definitely demand it. She was part of the Army now. The lesson had to be taught, and it was the rest of the unit’s duty to ensure she learned it well. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anticipating it, but it wouldn’t be done out of malice and definitely not until she was healed.
Ryon and his Brothers seemed to only have left bruises though. Thank the gods they’d gotten to Lana in time. Any later and she’d be in a much worse state.
Lana murmured in her sleep and her fingers curled into the hair of his chest. His arms tightened around her and he closed his eyes just for a moment.
When he opened them, she still slept and Sorin was watching them from a chair. He held up a small ceramic jar of salve and Viktor nodded.
Sorin began to rub the balm lightly into Lana’s bruises, covering each one from her head to her feet while Viktor moved her gently this way and that. He opened her legs and watched Sorin’s hands massage her inner thighs. Then his fingers began to work between them, up and down her slit, dipping slowly into her channel and the tight pucker of her arse, giving the hurts there the most attention.
She moaned in her sleep, her thighs widening further at Sorin’s ministrations, and he smiled. Sorin left one finger in her arse and moved another in and out of her other entrance in a leisurely manner as Viktor found her tight bud and began to rub it gently. Soon, she was squirming in his arms, mewling and gasping. Then her body went taut as a bowstring and she let out a long moan as she found pleasure in her sleep. Still she didn’t wake.
They grinned at each other. Her body was made for the things they were going to do with her. She was so responsive and willing even in her reluctance. Once she began to understand the nature of the bond they would soon share, she would stop this incessant need to feel embarrassed about her desires. She would realise that pleasure was infinitely better than shame.
‘Take her,’ Viktor whispered, handing her over to Sorin, who cradled her like a babe.
‘Where are you going?’ Sorin asked quietly as he lay on the bed with her.
Viktor pulled on his boots and donned his cloak. ‘Her training begins today.’
Sorin looked curious. ‘It does.’
Viktor rolled his eyes. ‘She needs clothes. She’s not going out there with nothing covering her body. We’ll likely have to kill the whole fucking camp. And don’t leave her alone. It’s early after the claiming, and we haven’t finished the binding ritual. If she tries to escape, the gods only know what trouble she’ll get into.’
Sorin nodded in agreement and Viktor left their tent. The day outside was only just beginning. The sun peeked over the tops of the hills and its light started to spread over the valley below them. He’d slept all night with Lana in his arms, he realised with surprise. Viktor rarely slumbered so deeply these days, and never with a woman. As he picked his way down the muddy walkways between the other tents, he shook his head in wonder. Already he wanted to be back in that bed with her even if he must share it with Sorin as well. He didn’t even want to fuck her. Well, he did. Of course he did, but he would be content with simply holding her. What was wrong with him?
He stopped as he came to the main row of their camp. Their army was large and usually on the move. Each unit had their own store of foodstuffs and other supplies, but the camp itself also had the typical useful businesses of a small town such as a tanner, baker and bootmaker, among others. Viktor took care of his business quickly, stopping to retrieve some items he’d ordered a few days before for Lana, glad now that he’d had the foresight. On a whim, he also stopped quickly for some spiced buns. She was probably bored with the meat, fruits and nuts the Brothers lived on. He trudged back to their tent, each step closer to her making his heart feel lighter. He growled at himself in disgust. He was like a lovesick pup. Pathetic. He hadn’t even been like this with his wife.
As he neared their tent, he noticed a familiar, mangy wolf sniffing around the entrance. When it saw him, it scrambled away, but not before Viktor gave it a swift kick up the arse. It yelped and darted out of his path as Viktor drew back his foot to strike it again.
‘Get the fuck out of here, Uth. She’s claimed now. You can’t have her.’
The air rippled as Uth transformed into the naked man, holding his arse cheek with a pained expression. ‘I don’t care if she’s claimed. Greygor promised her to us! The debt the bitch owes us will be settled one way or another!’
‘What debt, you flea-bitten cunt? She didn’t let you and the others beat and rape her. You want to ease your damaged pride is all, because she bested you. I see you or the other two near our tent again and we’ll gut you like we did Ryon and the others.’
Uth’s lips curled back into an ineffective snarl. Viktor pushed him out of the way and entered their tent without sparing him another glance. He placed the items he’d purchased on the table, stuffed a spiced bun into his mouth whole and looked around. Everything was as it should be. Sorin and Lana were still on the bed. He thought them asleep until he heard a low moan.
Clearly Sorin couldn’t wait until later to play with her. Already feeling his cock beginning to harden, Viktor walked around to the bed, but found Sorin asleep on his back. He frowned. Next to him, Lana was dreaming, and it didn’t look like a pleasant one the way she was tossing and turning.
‘No,’ she whimpered, her arms and legs jerking. Tears leaked from her closed eyes. Viktor gripped her shoulder and tried to shake her awake, but she threw off his hand, opened her eyes, and let out a loud scream. She struggled from the bed, pushing him away from her hard enough for him to stumble.
He grabbed her before she could hurt herself. ‘Lana. Lana! You’re safe. It was a dream.’
She looked around as if wondering where she was and didn’t seem to notice him at first. When she did, she covered her eyes with her hands.
‘What were you dreaming about?’
She hesitated. ‘I … I was back in that tent with those Brothers.’ She tried to hold back a sob.
Viktor went to her slowly and drew her into his arms, surprised when she didn’t pull away from him. ‘They’re all dead.’
‘I know, but what if there are others? This whole camp is full of them.’ She looked into his face. ‘Full of you.’
He smoothed back her hair with both hands. ‘You’re part of our unit now. Word will spread and no one will hurt you again, little bird. I promise you.’
