Page 16 of Mated to the Vikings

The calming voice inside my head did nothing but fuel my anger this time. My sixth sense told me this trip was planned in an entirely different fashion than what I’d been told.

“What happened? Where are the others?” I whispered, taking several steps but every few seconds, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder, longing to see him again.

“They’ve been in the compound for hours. I came back one last time to try and find you. Come on, get the hell on the snowmobile.”

“What?”

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit!” he barked, yanking my arm. “I should have left your ass out there.”

“Then why didn’t you?” I snapped, jerking away from him.

“Get on or I am leaving your ass here!” He jumped onto the snowmobile, revving the engine.

I gave the forest one last look before climbing on and wrapping my arms around him. The horrible visions of seeing my colleagues ripped apart filtered into my mind as he took off, roaring over the snow and ice.

The moments of raw passion slithered beside the horrific images, gorgeous rugged faces, warm hands touching every part of my naked body and cocks filling me. I became lost. That had to be it. I was suffering from the cold and… My nipples were sore and so was my ass.

As if I’d received a hard spanking.

There were no additional growls, no attacks, but I knew the creatures had surrounded us, watching.

Observing.

Planning.

They would bide their time for another encounter and I knew the battle was one they would win. They would come for me.

We were the hunted.

* * *

“No! Let me go!” I screamed, knowing it was in vain. The beasts surrounding me snarled, the sounds vicious and very hungry. I backed away, realizing there was no escape. They’d captured me, dragging me into this dark place. I had no sense of time, no indication of where I was, but I knew for certain they would never let me go. I was required to obey their every command, no matter how harsh. They’d stimulated me with their heated breath, rich scents of the forest infused with spice and testosterone.

The Viking advanced, his carnal look voracious. Fisting my hair, he dragged me closer and while I fought, punching and beating his chest, he didn’t budge. He loomed over me, tipping his head from side to side as his expression darkened. He took a deep whiff, his upper lip curling.

“Please let me go. Please.” My trembling voice echoed and the moment he lowered his head, licking across my lips, I shuddered. A wave of desire rushed into every cell, my pussy clenching from his touch alone. I clawed, my hands pummeling against him as he eased his hand down my chest, shoving his massive fingers between my legs. I closed my eyes, praying for release and as he thrust his fingers all the way inside, tears slid down my face.

The others advanced, their husky growls intensifying. Hands were positioned all over my body, tearing at my clothes, ripping away at my sanity. Fingers found my asshole while others pinched my nipples, twisting painfully. The anguish was blinding. I struggled but it was no use. I was naked and alone. Helpless.

Yet my pussy leaked, giving me away, juice trickling down both thighs.

The Viking plunged in a savage manner, driving me up onto my toes as he spread my pussy lips, forcing me to yield. My muscles ached but clamped around the thick invasion. Dirty fingers fucking me.

Claiming me.

I now belonged to them, never to be set free. Everything was a blur as the Viking stepped back, holding his fingers into the dim light. They glistened from my juice. I was horrified, so ashamed that I could ever want this. Another set of hands parted my legs, opening me as wide as possible.

The Viking tipped back his head as he licked his fingers, savoring every drop as if he’d never experienced a woman before. Only seconds later, he ripped away the fur covering his massive body. I was stunned at the sight of him, his body chiseled in perfect proportions. His chest was carved, the muscles in his abdomen ripped. He was magnificent in his manhood, his cock like thick carved bone, dripping from his raging desire. Veins bulged on the side of his neck as he walked toward me, his balls so swollen, swinging between his powerful legs. He would no doubt cut me into, breaking me.

And I’d never longed for anything as much.

Wham!

The sound brought me back from the darkness, from the incredible vision. The interior of the compound was just in front of me, the garish lights blinding.

Hissing, Greg pushed me inside. “All clear!” he snapped then mumbled under his breath, “I risked my life. Christ.”

I eased against a dingy steel wall, trying to catch my breath and I couldn’t stop shaking.