Page 2 of Mated to the Vikings

They. Would. Die.

CHAPTER 1

Earth Two—2122

Cassia

Damnation and death.

I was headed for both.

The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through my rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

“A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

Not a chance in hell.

“The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

“Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

“You were disobedient.”

“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You will pay for your sins, little one.”

I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

He would devour me.

My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my fingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

His possession.

His slave.

He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.