3 book of the series
Feeling the anger well up, she slowly rose from the table, " No one will come and save us! Alfred will marry a Mercian lady, and they will form a strong alliance to overthrow these heathens" -her eyes bore deeply into Elfreda's...
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His lips trailed down her neck, and he heard her moan. He was feasting on her neck for some time now, and she finally woke up. Ubbe watched her as she sleepily rubbed her eyes before making eye contact. She was confused for a moment before his lips returned to her neck. Then she started to moan once more as his lips sucked on her skin. He didn't want to leave the bed, but he would have to once midday struck. Then he would have to get his ass out of bed and help his men get ready. But staying here was definitely more appealing. His tongue slid over the column of her neck and chin until it reached her mouth. She grinned into his desperate kiss. His hand slid over her stomach and settled onto her thigh. Heat rolled under his skin, reaching her stomach. Desire pulsed between her legs, and she gasped at the tightening of her stomach.
His lips ghosted her cheek before settling at her ear, "Let me please you." She gasped at his raspy voice. It was not a sin, Aethelthryth repeated inside her head. How could it be a sin when she felt such feelings towards the man above her. She nodded as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Yes, Yes!" He chuckled at her excitement before his lips continued down. Soon they met her collarbone, and she held no doubt that he was leaving marks. This time she gladly accepted his hand, pushing her skirt up. His other palm openly laid on her breast. She groaned at the feeling. Aethelthryth never felt like this. His skillful fingers pinched her nipple. His kisses continue to break havoc in her mind. Those long fingers untied her lacing, leaving her staring wide-eyed. He grinned at her wide eyes before his mouth covered her nipple, the other hand kneading her other breast. He pushed her gown up under her neck and gave wet kisses down her stomach. His lips flutter all over her skin, not leaving an inch unkissed. Once his lips sucked on her navel, she did her best to even her breathing. He was so close. Then she felt it, his thumb pushing onto her bud.
His thumb circled her clit, and she threw her head back, "You're beautiful." His fingers slide over her flesh, and she felt his lips at her nipple. Nibbling teasingly. One of his fingers teases her opening, and she whimpers. She never felt such a desire. Heat pulses inside her as she feels his fingers dip inside.
"Yes, Ubbe," he chuckles at the gibberish that follows after. His finger pushes to the hilt, and she squirms for a moment. It was not an unpleasant feeling, she noted, just weird. She felt the rush. Never has she tried doing anything like this to herself. His lips claimed hers as she felt the rush building up, and then everything exploded. She shuddered, and her whole core tightened. Her body pulsed, and she felt as if now she could easily rest.
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It took Ubbe sometime to calm down enough to talk without wanting to command her to please him. "When we take over Newcastle, we will come back for you to escort you there." Aethelthryth nodded, looking unsure, but she accepted whatever he said. "I have to go check the army with Ivar, who knows how long that will take." She turned to him, her eyes still looking dazed.
He kissed her onto her temple, "I will be back soon." Then his lips pecked her, and she responded with a moan. She rolled over and buried her face into the pillows. He couldn't shake the grin even as he walked out of the room. A lot of the men around him knew why, of course, they did. He commanded them to stay away from Aethelthryth, or he would bash their skull. The men still leered at her when she walked past but mostly ignored her. That was maybe because he beat one of the men who opened his mouth about fucking her to a pulp. And he very much enjoyed it.
"You look as if you have been thoughtfully ridden." Ubbe turned to look at Ivar with a smirk. Since he started humping Ronja, he became much more open about sex. Even though he had very much trouble with it before her.
Ubbe answered back honestly, happy that they could talk more openly, "Not yet, first I have to marry her." And he truly wanted that. He knew how whatever vows or whatever it was, were relevant to her. His mind thought of her just a few hours ago writhing underneath him. They only knew each other shortly, yet he was sure about their relationship. Or whatever she wanted to have.
Ivar scoffed, "Haven't you been married enough?" Ubbe rolled his eyes, not really taking offense. His brother had a very dark sense of humor. One that only Ronja seemed to share. Sense of humor that came from insulting people, so it sounded nothing like humor. "Besides, do you really have to marry her to fuck her?" He rolled his eyes again. He did not see how that was any of Ivar's business. After all, he married Ronja after she got pregnant.
"It's what her believes command, or something," Ubbe answered back before looking around as their men prepared to march. Weapons and tents, with food being stashed. His eyes slid over the many men that were sharpening their weapons.
Ivar pulled two axes from a basket before twirling them. He raised his brows, "Fuck her God- their God is stupid. Either fuck or just, find another woman who is more than willing." Ubbe scoffed, he felt the need to defend her God. Aethelthryth definitely wouldn't have been happy about the insults and would be probably firing her own now.
"You should know it doesn't work like that!" Ivar just looked away, clearly realizing his brother was in too deep. He despised Christians. So instead of picking a fight, he changed the subject, "Ronja and I will go back to Kattegat before our child grows more, and then we are planning to raid the country Englishmen call Ireland. Ronja gets twitchy when she is too long without a fight." Ubbe wasn't sure if Ronja was twitchy, but his brother definitely was.
Ubbe gave him a questioning look, "What about Bjorn?" Ivar shrugged, "We can coexist. Besides, our wives like each other, so I will suffer his presence." Ubbe smiled at that. Gunnhild and Ronja would probably threaten with knives.
"And Hvitserk?" Both brothers turned to their brother, who was sitting with his head between his knees. Ubbe had to admit that he did not see enough of his brother. Ubbe didn't even know what happened to him when he was captured by Harald.
Ivar shrugged, "I feel like Gods would be more merciful by killing him. I doubt he will want to return with me." Ubbe nodded at that. Hvitserk still very much hated Ivar. Now that he thought about it, was he going to stay here with Aethelthryth, or were they going to travel back to Norway?
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