Page 92 of The Viking in the Vault
Then she tightens her hold on me, pressing a lazy, affectionate kiss to my chest.
“I love you too, Ragnar,” she whispers.
I close my eyes, letting it settle deep into my soul.
And then, with my mate in my arms, I finally rest.
32
ELENA
When I imagined losing my virginity, I never thought I would have spectators.
Although…there are a lot of things about this that don’t really match up with what I pictured.
I wake up warm, confused for a second as I take in my surroundings. The pod…golden light just barely illuminating the space…and Ragnar?—
“Oh gosh—” I gasp.
Because Ragnar is between my legs.
I look down to see the blanket tented in a weird way, antlers clearly visible beneath it, big hands on my inner thighs, spreading me out. My fingers curl in the blankets at the first touch of his tongue to my pussy, dragging up my seam with a satisfied rumble.
“Good morning, Elena,” he mumbles, his tongue flicking against my clit on theLin a way that makes me think he’s really starting to enjoy using my name.
I buck against him, moaning under my breath. Last night…oh my gosh, last night was incredible. I lost count of how many times he made me come; lost track of the hours, lost track ofthe delightful interruptions to my sleep that happened again and again.
Ragnar moving me up and down his cock in the middle of the night.
Ragnar curling around me from behind.
My viking alien mate…the weirdest combination of words I could have possibly imagined, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Mate…you are delicious,” he growls, tongue thrusting inside me between his words. “I cannot get enough of you.”
I want to respond because same here, buddy, but all I can do is let out a stream of mumbling sounds. Ragnar chuckles, cupping my ass in his hands as he continues to feast on me. “I told you I would have you wordless, boneless,” he laughs. “I keep my promises.”
He starts to lash me with his tongue, up and down, and I rock my hips against him in time. I’m already close to another orgasm, but I’ve had so many I think I’m sensitive to the point where a single touch will take me over the edge.
“Wait,” he says—then a big hand moves to fling the blanket off his head, and I see those blue eyes with the pupils blown wide. “I want you to come on my cock.”
I nod vigorously, grabbing him to drag him in, and Ragnar climbs my body in a matter of milliseconds. Just a moment later, he’s pressing inside me, thrusting deep, all the way.
I arch and cry out.
We’re making a hell of a lot of noise.
I don’t care.
Ragnar doesn't seem to care either. His big hands are everywhere, tracing the delicate curve of my waist, cupping my breasts, teasing the small of my back. His lips are on mine, then moving to my neck. I can feel the stubble from his beard against my skin as he sucks and licks his way down.
“Ragnar…” I gasp his name as he thrusts in me deeper. He grunts huskily in response, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity that makes me quiver. He’s not gentle, but not too rough either. Just enough to have me writhing beneath him, moaning his name over and over again.
His kisses deepen as he speeds up his pace, and I can feel that familiar pressure building up inside me. It’s like a swirl of ecstasy ready to explode at any moment.
“I’m…I’m…” I stutter.
“Go ahead,” Ragnar growls in encouragement. The warmth of his breath against my ear sends a shudder down my spine. His fingers dig into my hips as he drives into me with a fervor that leaves me gasping. "Let go, Elena."
