Chapter 25: Chapter 25

FJORN

We had been riding for most of the day. At some point, Kendra had fallen asleep. I watched her slumber peacefully in my arms, the fury within me slowly subsiding with each breath she took. I knew if she ever saw me lose control, she would leave. I had to maintain my composure.

“Fjorn,” Sten called out. I didn’t want to look away from her, but he called again. “Hey, Fjorn.”

“What?” I snapped, turning to face him. Sten and Ulf had been my companions since childhood, always stirring up trouble my brother had to resolve. But they always had my back on everything, and I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

“We should make camp soon. It’s getting dark,” Sten suggested.

“All right,” I agreed, holding Kendra close as I slid off Oden and landed on my feet. Kendra stirred slightly. The sky was ablaze with the colors of sunset, casting a fiery glow on the surrounding forest. I settled her against a tree, brushing stray hairs from her face.

Turning to Sten, I whispered, “If any of the men wake her, I’ll cut them down where they stand.” Sten nodded and walked away. I watched him relay my message to the other men. I turned back to Kendra, wanting nothing more than to watch her sleep when I heard footsteps behind me. It was Ulf.

“You’ve changed,” Ulf remarked, leaning against a nearby tree.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied.

Ulf chuckled. “’I’ll kill any man who wakes her.’ You’ve changed.”

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Kendra. “Is that such a bad thing?” I asked.

“It is when you’re willing to slaughter a man to shield her from a cloudy day,” Ulf retorted.

“Isn’t that my job?” I shot back, anger flaring. “I’m supposed to protect her at all costs.”

“Yes, but don’t let your rage cloud your judgment. It will only push her away,” Ulf advised, patting my shoulder before walking away.

I scoffed at his words and turned back to Kendra. How could I not be filled with rage at the thought of losing her? She was mine. I gently stroked her cheek, causing her eyelashes to flutter.

I smiled down at her as she slowly opened her eyes. “Hello, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

“Good,” she replied, stretching. “Are we there yet?”

“Not quite. We’re stopping for the night,” I said, rubbing her thigh.

She sat against the tree, watching me set up our tent. I kept glancing over my shoulder, smiling at her. I won’t lie, I enjoyed the view. As I was securing the last tent line, I felt her jump onto my back, her arms wrapping around me, her lips pressing against the nape of my neck.

I chuckled, placing my hand over hers. “What was that for?” I asked, turning to look at her.

She shrugged, grinning at me. We stayed like that for a moment, just gazing into each other’s eyes, before she kissed me passionately. I nibbled her bottom lip, craving more of her.

I reached around to her waist and pulled her into my arms. Our tongues danced together, and her hand slowly moved from the back of my neck to my chest, then down to the bulge in my pants.

I pulled away from her, panting softly. Looking into her eyes, I felt her hand plunge into my waistband, gripping my cock tightly. I tilted my head back, muttering under my breath as she slowly stroked my shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” I said, my voice husky, as her hand slowed at the base of my throbbing cock.

She leaned in, whispering in my ear, “I’m dripping wet.” Her words alone pushed me closer to the edge. I bit my lip, debating whether to feel for myself as I watched Kendra shift her body, moaning softly. Was she getting turned on just by touching me?

I couldn’t resist any longer. I scooped her up, flung open the tent flap, and tossed her inside. I quickly removed my shirt and tossed it aside before kneeling between her legs. Her cheeks were flushed a perfect shade of pink, and her eyes were clouded with pleasure.

I pushed her dress up and held it at her stomach. I could see her sweet nectar glistening on her clit, trickling down her lips and between her thighs. In my mind, I thanked the gods for the feast I was about to devour before lapping up her sweet juices.

Her hands twisted in my hair as her hips quivered with each stroke of my tongue. I could hear her trying to suppress her moans. With her legs draped over my shoulders, I reached up with my free hand and gently pushed a finger inside her, causing her hips to jolt.

She was nearing climax, grinding her pussy into my mouth. I sucked on her clit and pushed another finger inside her, thrusting in and out. Her walls tightened as her orgasm washed over her, her cum spilling out around my fingers. She lay there panting, her body shuddering occasionally. After licking her off my fingers, I undid my pants and kicked them aside, then leaned down and pulled her dress over her head.

My cock throbbed, threatening to explode. I parted her legs with my knee and began kissing and sucking on her neck. Her breasts were tempting, her pink nipples hard. With one hand around her throat and the other fondling her ass, I pulled her up so I could slip inside her.

I groaned deeply as her walls enveloped me, squeezing every inch from the head to the base. I knew I had to take it slow if I wanted her to climax first. I thrust hard and deep, causing her to gasp and cling to me. Gently, I placed my hand on her chest and pushed her down. I wanted to see her face, to watch her climax.

I rolled my hips, grinding my cock deep into her pussy until I found her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned. There it was. I slid out just enough before pressing and holding that spot. Reaching down, I played with her clit. I knew she was close by the wild look in her eyes. With small circles, her walls constricted around my dick, and I moaned loudly as I came.

I pulled out of her and lay beside her, watching her body shudder as soft moans escaped her lips. I rested my head on her chest, listening to her heart pound. She ran her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, letting the images from just a few moments ago sear into my memory.

“Promise it will always be like this,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“What?” I asked, glancing up at her.

“Promise me it will always be just like this,” she repeated. I could see tears welling in her eyes. I leaned up and wiped them away.

“I promise,” I said, kissing each eye before pulling her into my arms. I knew it was a lie when I said it, but how could I tell her anything different? Even after being with her like this, the rage in me flickered—and I was slowly losing control.