Chapter 15: Chapter 15

FJORN

I was the first to wake. She was nestled against me, her breasts pressing into my ribs, stirring a familiar hardness within me. I took a moment to appreciate her, her head resting on my chest, her arm and leg draped over me.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched her sleep, my fingers tracing a gentle path along her arm. She was breathtaking. Every inch of her drove me wild. I was tempted to roll her over and lose myself in her, but I resisted.

I bit my lip, waiting patiently. Finally, she stirred, stretching lazily before looking up at me with sleepy eyes. “Good morning,” she murmured, rubbing her face with the back of her hand.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to each of her drowsy eyes. “I could wake up to this every day for the rest of my life,” I confessed. Her hand slid down my chest, pausing at a small scar.

“How did you get this?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

“A knife,” I replied, trying to keep my gaze from straying to her breasts, loosely hanging from her body. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to pin her down and have my way with her.

“A knife? And this one?” she inquired, her hand moving lower to a scar on my stomach.

“A sword,” I answered, laying my head back. Her touch was setting my skin ablaze, making it increasingly difficult to control myself. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

Suddenly, I sat up, finding her between my legs, her hand on my throbbing cock. Her touch was like silk, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. My muscles tensed as I watched her hand move up and down my length.

Her eyes remained locked on mine as she leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum on my cock. A deep groan escaped me, my head falling back as the heat of her mouth engulfed me.

My hips jerked up involuntarily. “Oh, Freyja, thank you,” I murmured, my fingers tangling in her hair. Her mouth was warm and wet, her hands moving up and down my shaft until I filled her mouth completely. Pleasure clouded my vision with each stroke.

She leaned back slightly, her lips forming a seductive embrace around me, while her tongue playfully teased my senses. The sight of my cock in her mouth sent a growl of pleasure rumbling through my body.

“Mine,” I claimed, my hips moving in rhythm with the bob of her head. The tip of my cock grazed the back of her throat, and I couldn’t take it anymore. My body tensed as she took me deeper, my release shooting down her throat.

“Good girl,” I praised, touching her cheek. My body trembled as she pulled away, the cool air making me hard again. I reached for her, pulling her on top of me, and with a wicked smile curling on her lips, she rubbed against me provocatively.

“Tell me what you want,” I urged, my hand caressing her cheek.

“Please,” is all she managed, grinding harder against me. My cock throbbed between her lower lips, her warmth seeping onto me.

I lifted her slightly, my cock pressing against her entrance. “Tell me what you want,” I repeated, teasing her with the tip.

“You,” she cried out. I thrust up, watching as her nipples hardened and her legs tightened around me. A low moan escaped me. She was so tight, so wet. Did she get this wet just from sucking my cock?

I thrusted slowly, waiting for her to adjust. Her wetness dripped onto my balls. With a firm grip on her hips, I pulled her closer, intensifying the force of my thrusts. She bit her lip, and her inner muscles clenched around me. I pushed deeper, and she jolted forward, catching herself on my chest. Her body shivered as I kept my cock pressed against her sweet spot.

“Please,” she moaned, panting.

Her tightness threatened to push me over the edge. “Tell me what you need,” I demanded, watching her breasts bounce with her ragged breaths.

“Hard… Deep.” She moaned then, arching into me. I pulled her up slightly, thrusting deep inside her. I could feel her tightening around me again, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I gripped her thighs, my muscles straining as I fought to hold back my release. She needed to finish first.

I knew she was close. She leaned down, biting my chest as she ground against me. The head of my cock pressed against the back of her pussy. She let out a low moan. Her hair, a mess of tangled gold, framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed.

“Oh, yes! Fuck!” I groaned, my hips jerking up. My body tensed, my release shooting deep inside her. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, panting. I smacked her ass, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“Ready for another round?” I asked, rubbing her back. The raised scars were a reminder of all she had been through.

“I don’t think I can,” she replied, breathless.

Laughing, I gently rolled her off me and got up to put on my pants. “Are you hungry?” I asked, glancing back at her. My cum spilled from her pussy.

“Yes, please,” she responded, covering herself with fur. I felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of the sight of her naked body as I stepped out of the tent.

I retrieved leftovers from the previous night’s dinner from a nearby tree and headed toward camp to get some bread and water for her.

“Looks like you had fun last night,” a voice commented, making me cringe.

“What do you want, Ingrid?” I asked, turning to face her.

“Nothing. Just observing,” she replied, reaching out to touch the bite mark on my chest.

I stepped back, avoiding her touch. “Don’t touch me. What I do with my frue is none of your concern,” I warned her.

“Oh, she’s your frue now? Just one night with her and she gets a title. Must be nice,” she retorted, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

“You will not disrespect her. Do I make myself clear? I am the jarl. Don’t forget that. I didn’t throw you out when you tried to crawl onto me that night, but I will if you cross that line,” I threatened, my words seething with anger.

She scoffed, her lips curling with disdain before turning away and striding off. Realizing I left my frue alone for too long, I headed back to the tent. I pulled back the flap to find her straightening her dress.

“I was hoping we could have breakfast in the nude,” I teased, walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. I sat and patted the furs in front of me. With a smile on her face, she, too, took a seat, and I passed her the food. I pushed her hair aside and pressed a soft kiss to her neck as we enjoyed our breakfast together.

After eating, I packed up our tent for the last leg of our journey back to the village. Kendra laughed as she helped me. I couldn’t help feeling a bit dazed. She was incredible, even after all she endured in life and at her brother’s hand. I vowed to end his life—all the while hoping I could make her happy.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked, reaching for her hand. She smiled and nodded in agreement, placing her hand in mine.