A Nordic King

“Today?” She looks back to me.

“What’s your availability like?”

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s Sunday and it’s supposed to be my day off,” she tells me. “But my boss is a jerk and pretty much keeps me as his prisoner in this place.”

“He sounds awful.”

“He can be,” she muses. “He can be pretty sweet too.”

“Sweet? I don’t know about that.” I fold my arms.

“Maybe sweet is the wrong word. What’s the opposite of being an asshole?”

“You keep talking about your employer that way, you might end up getting punished.”

She bats her lashes at me. “A little spanking never hurt anyone. Remember?”

For helvede. She’s a firecracker. How did I expect any less from her?

“Aurora!” Clara shrieks.

“I’m coming!” she yells and turns to walk away.

I reach out and grab her hand instinctively. Sometimes I had done it before but now it means something different.

“You don’t need to work. It’s your day off. Let Maja take care of them.”

“Maja went to church this morning and I think she’s having brunch with a group of ladies for someone’s birthday, that’s why I said I’d work,” Aurora explains. “It’s not a problem. I’ll just…see you later.”

Later. When the hell is later? Why isn’t later now?

But I’m more than appreciative for Aurora’s devotion to the girls, and so I let them play fetch with Snarf Snarf and head to my room to unpack and get my head on straight.

I don’t get alone time with her for the rest of the day. It isn’t until about an hour before dinner that I pass by her in the hall as I’m heading to my office and she’s coming out of her room.

“Hey,” I whisper to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into an alcove.

“What are you doing?” she whispers fearfully as I press her back against the wall.

“Everyone is downstairs,” I tell her, my lips going to her neck, licking up toward her ear. I take her lobe between my teeth and tug.

Like I suspected, she moans, breathless, grabbing the back of my head.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I manage to say, as my hands cup her full breasts, my mouth trailing to hers. She opens her lips to mine like an offering and my tongue plunges inside, snaking beside hers. I’m so fucking hard and I won’t last long. I’ve wanted this too much.

I run my other hand up her thighs, bunching her skirt up around her hips, my fingers sliding across her underwear. I push it aside and drag my fingers along her fold, feeling how wet she is. “God, I fucking love this skirt,” I gasp into her mouth as I start to unbuckle my belt.

“I thought you hated this skirt.”

“We have a complicated relationship.” I reach down and grab the backs of her thighs, pulling her up until her legs wrap around my waist. I pull out my cock and position it against her, doing everything I can to take this slow, while taking a moment to drag my knuckle, then my finger, over her shiny cunt.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice ragged and dripping with want and she’s saying exactly what I’m thinking. I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.

But a few inches are enough to make my jaw clench, and I’m trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s hot and slippery, even here, and tight as a fucking fist. I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides, wanting to be as gentle and quiet with her as I possibly can, considering the wall behind her, how tight her legs are around me.

On the rug in her bedroom was one thing, but here, in this hidden corner of the hallway, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long. And, I suppose, for the sake of our privacy, I should be quick.

But she’s coming first.

She’s going to come first and she’s going to come hard.

I want her to bite back her screams.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappears into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me, my goddess.”

I pull out in a slow slide and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious, my palm leaning flat against the wall.

“Fuck me,” she moans, her eyes fluttering as she stares up at me. “Harder, Aksel.”

I look down to where the thickest part of my cock is still showing. “Are you sure?” I ask her, grinding the words out as I clench my jaw. My body is burning, my muscles tightly coiled as I try to stay still. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to break the wall down either. You’re tighter than a fist, and my cock can barely fit as it is.”

“Please,” she cries out softly. Her brow is furrowed with wild impatience, her mouth wet and gaping.

Has she been thinking of me like this while I’ve been gone?

Has she wanted me as badly as I’ve wanted her?

I think yes.

“Your Majesty,” I murmur, reminding her.

She wraps her legs around me tighter and I slip myself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt. She stretches around me with a loud gasp, her cunt so snug and wet as I roll my hips against her. I’m lightheaded, breathless, and the flames inside me build, licking me until I’m lost in this decadent haze. The walls of the palace are gone and it’s just her. It’s me. Nothing can touch us.

“Harder. Fucking harder.”

A growl escapes my lips and I slam myself into her until she’s hugging every throbbing inch. She’s biting her lip to keep from yelping, and I hear nothing but my blood rushing through my head as I bury myself deep inside. My hips thrust, hammering in this driving rhythm as her nails are digging into the shoulders of my dress shirt and her quiet cries are getting more and more desperate, turning into throaty little whimpers.

I reach down and stroke the slickness of her clit, but I’m pumping so hard into her that it’s nearly impossible.

I lean forward, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her chest. “I want you to come.”

But she’s coming before I get to the end of my sentence. She’s moaning, then biting back her cries, trying to stay quiet. Her face is contorted with the effort of keeping it all inside, all while exploding outward.

I don’t hold back. With a low guttural groan, I come, the pleasure ripping through me, turning me inside out. I swear harshly, quiet as possible, as I pour myself into her, going into a mindless, primal state of being.

In this moment, I’m without thought or care—I’m just an animal let loose in the palace.

I come back down to earth slowly. I pull out carefully, loving how my cum drips down her legs like white rain, proof I’ve left my mark, then hold her, gently placing her on the floor.

She looks up at me through the dark strands of damp hair, her face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and completely sated.

“Where am I and what just happened?” she jokes, hand to her forehead.

I grin at her, biting my lip, and tuck my half-hard cock back into my pants, zipping them up.

“We have a saying here in Denmark,” I tell her. “Den der kommer f?rst til m?lle, f?r

f?rst malet.”

“What does that mean?”

I look around to make sure no one is about before I start walking down the hallway. “First come, first served,” I say over my shoulder.





Chapter 17





Aurora





When I was a teenager, the only thing I ever dreamed about was getting out of Windorah. It was leaving the shack and my meager belongings and my growling stomach behind and finding a better place in the world. I’d never looked for anything beyond what was possible. I knew that it would be a hard road and that I’d start with nothing. But anything was better than this.

Then, a new boy came to town.

Or should I say, a man.