Page 34 of Chosen

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sig

My mother had the worst possible timing. I lounged about the room nursing a hard-on and working on being a little less sober. About the time that I decided to untie my pants and take matters into my own hands, her bedchamber door opened and Caralee poked her pretty little head inside.

“Wow!” I yelled, throwing the blanket over my lap.

“Highness!” She squealed, slamming the door behind her.

I groaned and tossed my head back. Was this what life would be like? Having people hound and supervise me until I was old and gray? No way. I was taking Ramir. That was all there was to it. I didn’t have long to scheme about it. A half hour later, the door flew open, and Truth was headed full speed toward me and the bed. She didn’t stop. She reached to her waist, gathered her skirts, and lifted them over her head. All she had on was a corset when her long legs folded on either side of my waist and she reached out and slapped my face. I gasped, completely unprepared and her hand came again and locked on my jaw. Her lips crushed mine and her other hand was furiously working to free my cock. The damn thing was hard before it kissed the air. I’d never been ravaged by a woman. I’d never been struck by a woman, but by the Gods, I was loving every moment of it. Even more, each time she pulled away there was a fire in her eyes that told me she might do it again.

Her warm folds welcomed the head of my dick and I gasped all over again when she lodged it against her entrance and sank down on top of me. Her hands were in my hair and she started to pull. Rather than fight her I dropped my head back and held onto her hips. She washed my throat with her tongue and started to nip and suckle.

There was occasional teeth grazing, but overall, she wasn’t playing. The woman was biting and scratching while her pussy kept swallowing me. I was locked in a brutal world of pleasure and pain until her hand slid to my throat and she leaned back. Her hips bucked and her lips parted. Her eyes were a dark, brilliant shade of green when she found her pleasure and took me with her. She remained on top of me, trembling and mumbling nonsense. The woman was rabid. I knew what this was.

She was in love!

“What?” I managed to whisper.

“I said I am enough for you. I am all you will ever need. In fact, I am the closest thing to a Viking woman that you could have hoped for.”

I froze, unsure if I should laugh or be upset that she was forever turning that sharp tongue on me. In the end, I simply held her and let the words fade like the wind.

“Of course, you are, my Renata.” I closed my eyes and smiled.

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