Page 64 of Mated to the Vikings

I heard the twinge in her voice, a racking of intense pain much like my own. “Yes. I remember the deal, but I’m missing a piece and for some reason I believe it’s important.”

“I’ve had visions as well, portions of my past that I blocked out.”

The news wasn’t surprising. “Dr. Forrester was your caretaker.”

“That was our arrangement. He was a tough man, harsh in every manner and very anal retentive. Everything had to be just so. Tough for a little girl to follow.”

I remained quiet, rubbing her arm. This was her tale to tell.

“My parents were killed by members of the great Republic. Later I was told they were spies. I knew better. Dr. Forrester became my entire world; feeding me, clothing me. I should be grateful to him, but I loathe the man.” She laughed, the sound trailing off. “He was a true monster, in my opinion a man hell-bent on destroying Earth so that he could create his own kingdom. I have no proof, of course. He was highly revered by his peers, even though he was hated by most. They feared him. They feared what he could do.”

“That’s why you didn’t want to come on this trip.”

“I didn’t want to come because I knew in my heart I would never see Earth again. I also had a gut feeling the others would be killed.” She jerked up to look into my eyes. “The shuttle pilot who brought us here found me in the snow. He said I was worth saving, like it was a requirement.”

“Maybe it was. Maybe you were the only person on your shuttle who mattered.” My gut had been right about her and about the mission she’d been forced to serve on. She had a purpose. And I had the distinct feeling I knew what that was.

“I was given several inoculations before leaving Earth. I can’t help but think that Dr. Forrester knew much more than he told any of us.”

Of that I had no doubt. Inoculation. The word slammed into my brain. If only I could decipher why.

We remained quiet for some time, even dozing for a few minutes. There would be no peace, no quality of life.

She shifted, glancing over her shoulder and reaching out for Brexin. He was out cold, no doubt partially from the incredible bottles of liquor as well as the heated rounds of sex. “A sleeping giant. I didn’t know what to expect last night.” The mischievous look in her eyes had returned. She eased her hand under the sheet, stroking my cock.

“Mmm… Brutal savages.” I wasn’t completely teasing her. There was a different hunger in my belly, more primal in nature and I couldn’t understand why. “And if you keep that up, you’re going to find out just how much of a savage I truly am.”

“You’re terrible!” she giggled, refusing to stop. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down. She kicked off a portion of the sheet, placing her finger over her mouth. “Let’s not wake the sleeping giants.”

I closed my eyes and spread my legs open, inhaling her sweet scent. The fragrance of raucous sex covered my entire body, filtering into my nose. I would forever be hungry around her, unable to get enough.

She blew across my cockhead as she rolled her fingers around my balls, adding just the right amount of pressure. “You feel so good.”

“You better not tease me or else,” I whispered in a husky manner.

“What, another spanking? I dare you.”

She had no idea what she was in for. The second she placed my cock into her hot little mouth, I shuddered from head to toe. “Mmmm…” The purr slipping past her lips was such an incredible aphrodisiac. Every part of my body tensed, straining as she swirled her masterful tongue around my cock, dragging the tip across my slit. “Shit.” I couldn’t believe how aroused I was, every cell spinning from electricity.

After blowing across the tip, she licked down the underside, burying her head between my legs as she sucked on my balls, moving from one to the other. The pressure was intense, driving me up from the bed.

“Fuck…”

She mewed after hearing the word and continued stroking the base, twisting her hand creating even more friction. She licked up and down in an aimless fashion, blowing hot breaths every few seconds. When she finally took and held my shaft in her mouth, I fisted her hair.

“Suck me, little human.” The tone of my voice was so gruff, a reminder that I was her owner. I controlled her.

I was her master.

The thought gave my entire body a series of shivers. She took me down an inch at a time until the tip hit the back of her throat. I heard the slight gagging sound, her ragged breaths, but my desire was too great, my needs overtaking any rationality. I kept her head in place, giving her no leeway as she sucked, her tongue moving in constant circles and zigzags. I gazed at her with hazy eyes, feeling more like a beast than a man. I would consume her again today. All of her.

She caressed the inside of my thighs with one hand, the other firmly planted around my balls. When her long fingers darted down even further until the tip of one found my asshole, I stiffened. She was a wild little minx, capable of driving me to madness. Panting, I bit back a gravelly roar as she moved up and down, popping the tip out then going almost all the way down. With every move, every lick of her tongue, I struggled to hold back the orgasm.

Removing the tip, she licked around the head, mewling over and over again. “Do you want more?”

“Yes. Now.”

Cassia wasted no time shoving my cock into her mouth, relaxing her throat until her lower lip rested on my balls. Then she used her powerful jaw muscles to clamp around the thickness, undulating her hips back and forth. The tease was blatant.