Page 86 of The Viking in the Vault
“Hold on tight, fenvarra,” he purrs. “I will not drop you.”
“Where are we going?” I manage, trying to sound doubtful even as my legs lock around his waist.
He meets my eyes. “I am taking you to bed, mate,” he murmurs, “so we can practice making a big family.”
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ELENA
My heart is pounding as Ragnar carries me to the pod, strong arms holding me tight, secure. He’s moving like a man on a mission…and that mission?
Apparently, it’s getting me flat on my back as fast as physically possible.
The others are tucked away in their pods for the night, but I swear I hear Ves laughing softly as we pass. I don’t care, and Ragnar definitely doesn’t, given how many times he’s told my friends in no uncertain terms that he wants to fuck me.
And me…I think I want that too.
I think I want ittonight.
The private pod is small, a Nyeri’i warming chamber meant for long nights in the ice, lined with soft insulation and designed for heat retention. The pods were obviously built for species as large as the Jotunbei, because Ragnar and I both fit inside with plenty of clearing space for his antlers—though it’s definitely cozy. Ragnar turns to press a panel on the wall beside the door, activating the pod’s privacy field, and it seals around us with a soft hiss.
Now it’s warm…and cozy…and it’susand I’m freaking out and I’m already aching between my thighs. I back up toward the big bed, taking a seat and waiting.
I expect Ragnar to move quickly, since he seemed hellbent on getting me horizontal, but he turns with more gravity than I anticipated. He kneels before me, taking my hands and meeting my eyes. I take a shaky breath, swallowing hard.
“Fenvarra,” he murmurs. “You have no need to fear…I mean only to pleasure you, we do not have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupt. “I want…I’m not scared, I’m excited.”
His gaze goes dark and heated, lips curving slightly. “What do you desire, mate?”
I swallow again, take a deep breath. It feels like my lungs aren’t quite working, like my heart is racing so fast that it’s filling up my whole chest. My eyes dart down his body, over the modern clothes that fit him like a glove, toward…
He releases my hands to wrap his fingers around my thighs, pulling me slightly closer.
“You want my cock?” he growls.
Now I gasp, loud and breathy. The way he asked…it makes me want to beg. Makes me want to beg him to push me down, spread me open, fuck me until I forget my own name. I know he would do it if I asked, but I’m also certain that we need to take our time, because this is too important for blind, needy sex.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Where do you want it, fenvarra?”
“I want it inside me.”
Ragnar’s breath hitches and a low rumble erupts from deep in his chest. “I hope you do not intend on sleeping tonight.”
Oh…wow,wow. “Oh?”
Ragnar chuckles, licking his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Mm…yes, mate. Because I plan to make you come somany times that, when I finally take you, your body will welcome me as if I have always belonged inside you.”
I whimper—actuallywhimper.
“May I undress you, Elena?”
I shiver at the way he says my name, probably because he does it so rarely. It’s always fenvarra this, mate that. ButElena…my name has never sounded more beautiful.
“Please undress me,” I whisper. “And…Ragnar? Can you call me Elena more often?”
