Her Viken Mates. Grace Goodwin
wonder at the woman before me. She was strapped to a table. Thick leather bands around her shoulders, waist and hips ensured she could not escape. Her wrists were secured above her head and her legs, gods help me, her legs were bent and pulled wide, leather straps around her thighs and ankles holding her open, exposing her pussy for my pleasure.
From my position kneeling between her legs, I could not see her face, but that was a small thing when such a feast lay spread before me. Large breasts heaved as she fought for breath. Hard nipples pointed upward, quivering as she gasped her own need. Her legs trembled, her entire body strung so tightly the slightest touch of my fingertips or a whisper of air on her folds caused her entire body to shift. Her pussy was wet and glistening, the outer lips plump and swollen, bright, hot pink and in my mind I knew she’d just come all over my tongue. I could still taste her wild desire.
She was falling apart, her head thrashing from side to side as I lowered my own and blew a warm flow of air over her tender flesh. Gods, I loved pussy. I loved the complex way a woman found pleasure. Nothing aroused me more than working her body and watching her come apart. Discovering exactly what she liked, where to touch, to stroke, lick.
A pussy was like a musical instrument, pluck and play it the right way and a woman made such beautiful sounds, like the soft whimper that just escaped this female’s lips.
She jerked, her pussy muscles opening and clenching as I watched, fascinated. Obsessive. Possessive. She wanted a cock inside her, opening her, filling her. Taking her.
In this dream, this pussy was mine. Only my tongue, my cock, my fingers would fill it.
“Please.” Her voice washed over me, through me, and a growl erupted from my throat. I’d been waiting. Waiting for her to beg.
With a grin, I slipped two fingers inside her sheath. The first I used to stroke circles around the deep, hard opening of her womb. She moaned, shifting to get closer, but couldn’t with her bindings. I curved the second finger, searched for the secret spot inside her core that I knew would bring her the most pleasure.
She tried to escape, for I knew it was almost too much, the feelings I was wringing from her body. Her back arched off the padded table, but the straps held her in place and I froze. The feelings would be intense, perhaps too much so. I did not wish to scare her. Just the opposite. I could spend hours between her parted thighs, making her feel so good. “Do you want me to stop, mate?”
“No,” she breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Who do you belong to?” I already knew the answer, but the basic animal inside me wanted to hear her say it again. And again. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll lick your sweet pussy until you scream.”
“You.” Her pussy clenched around my fingers with her words and my cock jerked painfully in response. Soon, I would bury myself in her wet heat and pump into her until she couldn’t take any more pleasure. I would fill her with my seed, the connection made by my seed power would drive her mad with desire, make her scream and writhe and come over and over. I would fill her, fuck her, make her come until she collapsed with exhaustion. Until she knew who she belonged to. Until the only name she remembered was mine.
“Mine.” I made sure she heard me as I lowered my lips to her clit—swollen and uncovered from the little hood of flesh—and sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her taste exploded in my mouth and I groaned at the exquisite flavor of her sweet nectar. Sweet, spicy. Perfect. This was mine. All for me.
Working her with tongue and fingers, I brought her to the peak and stopped. Waited. Sucked and licked again. Harder. Faster.
When she was about to come, I slowed my pace and pulled my fingers from her, leaving her empty and aching. Desperate.
“Please!” She tried to move, but the restraints held her open to me. Her muscles quivered and shook. She could not resist. Could not escape.
My cock was eager. I looked down to discover I was already naked, a drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of my hard length.
With a grin, I gathered the liquid and stood.
“Are you ready, mate?”
“Yes! Gods, hurry. Fuck me. Do it!”
I chuckled. So eager, my little mate.
With her rich essence lingering on my tongue, I pushed forward in one smooth thrust, filling her with my cock as she moaned, her pussy muscles clamping down on me like a hot fist.
But that wasn’t enough. I needed her to come all over my hard cock. I wanted to feel her pussy spasm, out of control as her pleasure took her. To feel her juices coat me as she took me deeper, milked me of my seed.
Buried deep, I lifted my finger and rubbed the drop of pre-cum all over her perfect little clit and watched. Waited.
Seconds later she screamed. The walls of her pussy rippled and pulsed as an orgasm rolled through her. Her nipples were hard, erect little tips and I pulled them gently, rolling them between my fingers as I jerked my hips, pushing harder, deeper as her body exploded around me.
Mine. She was mine. Only I could do this to her. Only I could bring her such pleasure.
With a roar of my own I pumped into her, drawing out her orgasm as more pre-cum coated the inside of her pussy, driving her to the edge again, binding her to me, making her mine.
My body responded to hers as if she were the one with all the power. I thrust into her, nearly mindless, the taste of her heightening my instinct to conquer, claim. Fill her with my seed. My child inside her. My cum. My mate.
Fire built in my blood, centered in my balls as tension built, then exploded. I bellowed as I filled her with my seed, marking her like an animal.
I felt like an animal. Mindless. Wild. Out of control.
Only she could do this to me. And I wanted more. Needed more. Only she made me feel whole.
Pain and pleasure. Lust and love. Obsession and protection. A dozen emotions warred within my body as I filled her, claimed her.
I lowered my lips to her sweat-damp body, to kiss and explore. To ease and worship. I wanted to taste her skin. Nuzzle her. Comfort her. I needed to be gentle now as badly as I’d needed to be wild moments ago.
The urge was nearly painful, my heart squeezing in my chest, pain gathering behind my eyes like hot daggers that burned.
Her skin was so close. Inches away. I was inches away from paradise…
“Rager?”
The voice was hard and cold, a man’s voice. Not what I wanted to hear. I wanted her. Her skin. Her scent. Her touch…
“By the gods, Rager. I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass.”
Something sharp stabbed me in the neck and the woman faded instantly from my vision. I hissed at the bite of pain, opened my eyes to see who dared bother me. With a clarity all the more cruel for its contrast to what I’d just experienced, I found myself strapped to a cold, hard exam table in the medical center. The sharp, bitter taste of whatever medication had just been injected into my bloodstream flooded my mouth.
With that taste came memory. Reality.
“Damn it, Doctor. That’s disgusting.” I was angry, furious. The foreign taste of chemicals drove the lingering flavor of sweet pussy from my mind completely. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her honeyed nectar back on my tongue.
I heard a door open and two sets of heavy boots entered the room.
I knew without looking those boots belonged to Evon and Liam. My friends and brothers-in-arms. The fools who’d talked me into this. The damn chair. The dream.
The doctor slapped me on the arm like we were old friends, pushed a button to retract the restraints and walked away. “Welcome back, Rager.”
I rolled my head around on my neck as the manacles were removed from my arms and ankles, stretching,