Page 26 of Vikingr
"Can you hold him so I don't get skewered by his axe?" I asked the assembled aliens. "You too, Albyans. The Vikingar could use your assistance. Pam will be fine."
Donail gave orders to his men and a moment later, they all launched themselves at Njal. I hoped they'd be gentle, but with him being in some other reality, they had to use force to restrain him. As soon as it looked as if he was secured, I approached the Vikingr. His eyes were unblinking, unfocused. His mouth opened and closed ever so slightly, as if he was trying to speak. His muscles bulged where he fought against the iron grip of the other males, not aware that they were trying to help him.
"Njal, can you hear me?" I asked gently but loudly enough to be heard over the grunts of exertion coming from the aliens.
He didn't react at all. With one last glance to make sure that he wasn't about to regain control over his axe, I placed my palms on his chest. Skin to skin, the guy on the communicator had said. I wasn't about to get naked in front of everyone, so this had to suffice for now. As soon as my hands pressed against his hard chest - he seemed to have muscles growing on his muscles - he calmed ever so slightly.
"Njal, I'm here. Can you hear me?"
Did his eyes seem more focused, or was I imagining it?
"Kiss him!" Pam shouted, sounding inappropriately upbeat considering the circumstances.
But kissing him wasn't possible because he towered above me, and even if I stood on my tiptoes, I wouldn't reach high enough.
Pretending that we were alone in the room, I took a step closer and hugged my arms around him. His skin was hot, as if he was running a fever, but maybe that was the normal Vikingar body temperature. There was no softness to him, no love handles, nothing to hug but hard plains of muscle.
It felt good. So good. And right.
His scent was pure sin, driving me crazy. I nuzzled my lips against his skin, kissing his pecs, first left, then right. A groan made me look up. He was still staring into empty space, but he'd stopped struggling completely. It was working.
"I need a chair," I muttered, unwilling to let go of him. I didn't want to risk finding out if the effect of my hug was permanent or if he'd turn into a raging berserker as soon as I stopped touching him.
One of the Albyans carried a chair over and sat it down next to me. With one arm still wrapped around him, I pulled it closer and climbed onto it. Now I was slightly taller than Njal and able to see him from a new perspective. I cupped his cheeks, the beard tickling my skin, and took a deep breath. This was it. I was about to kiss a stranger. But no. He was no longer a stranger. And my body was screaming at me to hurry up. I'd never desired anyone as much as him in this very moment.
So I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his, waiting for some kind of response.
At first, nothing happened. He was frozen, not really here.I stopped for a moment, giving him the chance to respond, then kissed him again, more forceful this time. I ran one hand through his hair, while the thumb of the other drew circles on his cheekbone. Our bodies were pressed together, yet it was all me, no reaction from him. Unless you counted the huge erection pressing against my thighs.
"Njal," I whispered. "Come back."
And then I kissed him a third time. I forgot about the other men still restraining Njal, I forgot about Pam, and most of all, I forgot about everything that had happened. It was just Njal and me in this moment, two people drawn together by the stars. Because I felt it. Had always felt it. And the moment my lips had touched his, I'd known for certain.
He was my mate.
It was exactly how the other women had described it after meeting their Albyan mates. Except that they hadn't been abducted and had been more focused on what was happening to their bodies. Now, I could no longer deny it. My body was craving him. My panties were wet, my breasts heavy and swollen, and that humming in my belly could only be described as butterflies. It didn't matter that I didn't know him, that we'd never had a conversation about who we were, what we liked, what we dreamed of. That would all come later.
Other women, who'd not seen this happen to others before, may have been confused, may have fought the bond, may have wanted to do it the Earth way. But not me.
I looked into Njal's midnight eyes and let myself be pulled into their swirling depths.
"I am your mate," I whispered, barely audible.
A spark of life flashed in his eyes, then slowly, he woke. His expression came alive, no longer dreamy, but fully present, and full of desire. He didn't seem surprised to find me so close to him. He smiled, just for a heartbeat, before his lips crashed onto mine.
My feeble attempts at reaching him weren't worthy of being called kisses. Not compared to this.
Njal did things with his lips that I had no words for. He claimed me, demanding yet gentle at the same time, while our breaths mingled and our lips moved in sync. When his tongue plunged into my mouth, I made a small noise deep in my throat.
"Everybody out," Pam said, her voice distant. I ignored her, ignored the sound of footsteps as they filed out of the room, leaving us in peace.
The only thing that mattered was our kiss, our first joining. Njal's axe fell to the floor with a plonk, then he wrapped his arms around me, pressing me tightly against his body. One hand slipped beneath my blouse while the other held me firmly. I wished he wore a shirt. I needed something to hold on to, something to give me an anchor in this maelstrom of passion. His touch was everything, overwhelming my senses, while his kiss stole my breath.
His tongue explored my mouth, but whenever I tried to return the favour, it turned into a battle of wills. He was all dominance and strength. A raider plundering his bounty.When I did succeed, something sharp scratched my tongue. His incisors, pointier than those of a human, yet not sharp enough to draw blood. Yet another reminder that I was kissing analien.
Time became a strange, abstract thing. Every second was as important as a year, yet they passed so fast that my head was swirling. I existed for this moment, yet dreaded the instant it would end. So I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, hoping this kiss would last forever. With every heartbeat, we became closer. I could almost feel the bond fall into place between us. Not a magical, visible bond, but something instinctual, seated somewhere in my chest, that recognised him as mine.
His hands moved downwards, cupping my arse. When he slipped a single finger down the waistband of my skirt, my breath hitched in my throat. How far would I let him go? All the way? I didn't care that we were in a meeting room. I didn't care that my boss was outside. I didn't care that we were moving really fast. But I also wanted this to be special. Drawn out. Beautiful. And it couldn't be that right here, right now.
