Eat You Alive
chapter 3
This one took a little longer. I kept having to go back and read some romance viking fiction to get my spirits high.
I hope everyone enjoys and as always, please review!
PS: I might not get many chances to write tomorrow and the weekend so expect something towards the end of the weekend.
She stepped out of the shed slowly, making sure no one had seen her exit. Giving herself another look one more time before making her way over to the feasting hall she was startled by a pair of hands on her shoulders. Her body stiffened instinctively only to relax when she realized it was one of Ubbes brothers. He had Ubbe's kind eyes but more of a mischievous smile like the dark haired brother.
"I'm sorry I startled you. I had tried to find you after the ceremony to introduce myself but now I see why it was so hard." His eyes squinted when he smiled and it was one of the most charming things Emme has seen in a man. He reached down and grabbed her hands in his own. "I am Hvitserk, Ubbes brother." He brought her hands up to his lips, giving her his most alluring smile before letting his lips rest on the tops of her hands. Emme let her eyes wander down to his lips and the way they looked against her olive skin. She mentally shook her head, not allowing her mind to go there once more.
"Yes, it is finally nice to meet you, Hvitserk. We didn't get to formally meet on the boat over but I do remember you from the journey." He lowered her hands but did not let go.
"Come, let me get my brother's beautiful wife something to drink. You'll need a few to get through tonight." Giving her a wink, he dropped a hand and pulled the other while walking towards a small crowd of men. Emme used her free hand to lift her dress out of the way of her feet since it was still damp and dragging a bit. "Will someone offer up their drink to the new bride? She is quite thirsty." Emme raised her hand to protest, she could easily walk over the hall to get her own goblet or horn full of mead but before the words could come out, she was thrusted a large horn overflowing with the drink. Hvitserk grabbed one of the men's horns, without asking and held it up towards Emme. The rest of the men followed suit and raised their drinks. "May life always grant you a sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering dis so nothing can harm you, laughter to cheer you, faithful friends near you and whenever you pray, the Aesir to hear you." The men roared around her while she let Hvitserk horn crash against hers. She raised the drink to her lips, not letting her eye contact break from the blue eyes across from her. The mead tasted strongly of honey and warmed every inch of her mouth and throat. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back to let the warm liquid flow more freely and quickly. By the end of the drink, she slowly opened her eyes to see Hvitserk's mouth agape and eyes wide.
"Sorry," She lowered the cup and gave her most innocent look "I haven't had anything to drink since earlier, I was quite thirsty." Hvitserk placed a hand over his heart.
"You are a rare jewel, Emme. My brother is a lucky man." She smiled sheepishly while giving an older man with grey hair his horn back. She was about to say something to Hvitserk when a young woman approached the two.
"It is time to enter the hall with Ubbe. I was sent to come get you." The girl lowered her head as she glanced over to Hvitserk and her cheeks turned bright red. Emme noticed the interaction between the two and couldn't help but think that the brothers must have had that reaction often from the young women in Kattegat. They were all very handsome.
"I can take her, I should probably be there as well." The woman barely nodded before turning to scurry off before anything else could be said. He offered his arm which she gladly took.
When they reached the hall, there was a crowd already formed in front and inside. They didn't have to push through very hard, everyone made way for the tan skinned, green eyed, brown haired, yellow dress wearing stranger. The last few people had separated like the sea and there was Ubbe, presented like a present at the end of ripping away the wrapping.
"I should have known it was you who stole my bride." He winked at his younger brother before grabbing Emmes hand. Everyone around her was still talking quite loudly until they came to the door of the hall. Ubbe had stopped Emme but proceeded to enter. She was unsure of what to do until Ubbe reappeared with a sword and placed it down in front of the door. He offered his hand, which Emme took gladly. He led her into the hall, making sure she stepped over the sword and would not fall. Everyone outside and inside let out loud yells and the sound of goblets clinking made anything that was being said hard to hear. She hadn't even sat down when she was handed another goblet full of mead. Without wasting time, she let the warm drink envelop her mouth and stomach. Ubbe still had a hold of her hand and brought her over to a small table, much smaller than the ones around the hall. It was set for just the two of them, which made Emme happy that she already had some mead in her system.
The air was thick and the wine that was now being served was making Emme hot. Ubbe had grown quiet since the meal had come out. The glances and frowns that were exchanged between Ubbe and the silver haired slave when she brought out the food added to Emme's growing temperature. Emme has always been pretty observant to her surroundings since she was a little girl. Not only could she sense the jealousy of the girl but she could sense the sadness from her husband. Gisla warned her before she left that the norsemen had many lovers while they were married, that she should prepare herself mentally in case that was the kind of man she was marrying. The thought of being free excited Emme but also made her cautious. It could become a dangerous game very easily and very quickly.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but it is time for the bedding ceremony." Emme looked up to see the young woman that must've been in Ubbe's thoughts most of the night. She quickly looked over to see Ubbe staring at his drink.
"I will be in once it is time." Emme nodded and allowed the slave to lead her to the room.
"I don't think I know your name, I've seen many times, I'm sure knowing your name will be helpful in the future." Emme stopped the slave at the door of the room.
"It's Margrethe, my lady."
"Oh please, call me Emme. Since we will be seeing so much of each other, I'd love it if we could talk freely with each other, as friends." Margrethe finally looked up and smiled. No wonder her husband has such an infatuation, she was marvelously beautiful.
"Come, Emme. We have much to do." She led Emme in the room and shut the door behind them.
Emme was stripped from her dress quickly and given a hot bath that had oils of lavender mixed in. Margrethe made sure to not let her hair or crown get wet, for taking off the crown was the husband's duty. As Emme stood up, Margrethe released her hair and started to pat her dry with a cloth. Emme couldn't help but let her mind wander whenever Margrethe would go over her breast slowly and down her stomach, pausing before bringing the cloth lower.
"We are all done, Emme. I will let Ubbe and his brothers know." She must have seen Emme's eyes widen when his brothers were mentioned because she quickly explained herself. "Oh no, it is tradition for the family to see the husband take off the crown. Do not feel shy, you look like a Goddess, any man would be proud to call you his wife." Emme smiled, grabbing Margrethes hand.
"Thank you, friend. I look forward to us getting to know each other more." And just like that she was out of the room, leaving Emme feeling very vulnerable. Thank the Gods for the wine, she was not cold one bit, even though there was a draft coming through the wood walls. She started to fidget, pushing some of her waves over each shoulder, adjusting her crown. She let her hand run up her sides and underneath her breast which gave her goosebumps immediately. She was very toned from the long rides on horses and from exploring around the huge castle and woods. She let her hand reach up to her breast, cupping one. They weren't huge but certainly overflowed from her small hand. Her thumb slowly grazed over her nipple, making her breath hitch but that had all stopped quickly as soon as she heard the voices of the brothers making their way to the door. She stood up straight, ended up pushing one side of her waves to her back and held her hands together, blocking any views down there. The door was practically thrown open which startled her but she didn't let that show. Ubbe was standing in the front with Hvitserk to his left, his other brother to his right and behind all three, came his dark haired brother, pushing through the legs of Ubbe and Hvirtserk.
Emme smiled seductively, letting her hands slowly make their way to her hips. The brothers reactions were all so different and it made her hunger for them even more prevalent. Ubbe, of course being so sweet, kept a clean smile on his face but his eyes showed differently. Emme tried to keep her focus on Ubbe but couldn't help but glance down to those hypnotizing eyes. He was still in his crawling position, his eyes roaming her body up and down, down and up. His lips were parted and she could almost smell the honey coming from his mouth. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head just thinking about the smell of his mouth on her own or even better, her body. She looked back down to see a smirk take over his parted lips and she could have kicked herself. He knew the reaction he had on her and she was sure this wouldn't be the last time it happened. Ubbe approached her slowly, letting himself take in her appearance closer up. He had stopped right before Emme's face, her naked body slightly rubbing against his cloths. His eyes were a darker blue now, clearly from desire which made Emmes body tremble. Reaching up, Ubbe grabbed the crown off of her head, making sure every piece of hair that tried to follow was put back into its place. He turned around and she already missed his body heat and went back to covering her most intimate place. He had walked over to his brothers, telling them something quietly, walked them to the door with crown and shut the door when they finally left.
Ubbe turned around quickly, but paced himself towards Emme. "Please don't cover yourself. You are a Goddess and I want to worship every part of you." Emme allowed her hands to drop, this time leaning against the bed. "I am only a man, Emme. I would like to touch you and kiss you but will only do what you are comfortable with." She smirked, reaching her olive hand for his creamy one. She placed his hand on her hip, letting him rub his rough thumb in circles against her skin. "Your skin is like silk." He stared at his hand before getting closer and allowing his other wrap around the side of her neck. "I'm going to kiss you now and I don't know if I will be able to stop."
"Kiss me Ubbe and don't stop, please." She could have sworn he snarled in response but couldn't be sure because his lips were on hers immediately. His lips were rough with hers, demanding to let his tongue in and she willingly obliged. Her hands grabbed at his cloth tunic and raised it over his head. As soon as it made its way over his head his lips left hers but made their way to her neck. Emme moaned, not ashamed of how loud it had actually been. Her fingers raked up his strong, muscular back and back down until they reached his hips. He started to moan into the nape of her neck which caused her core to almost explode. Her fingers dug underneath the fabric of his slacks yet had to stop because his mouth had now gone down to her breast. At this point, Emme was halfway on the bed, legs slightly spread from Ubbes knee. He sat up, just to take in more of her beauty. His one hand ran down his face, almost like he was in disbelief and the other remained on his own leg. Emme saw this as her chance to show she wasn't going to just sit back. She crawled to her own knees and steadied herself on Ubbes hips, two fingers on each hand in between his skin and the trousers. She looked up to him with wide eyes and proceeded to kiss his upper abdomen. Ubbes eyes would not leave her own, even as she slowly got lower and started to untie his trousers. He grabbed her hands to stop which caused her to give him wide eyes in shock. Most men loved when she would do that.
"Not tonight, Emme. Tonight is special." He pushed her on her back again and started to untie them himself. While kicking them off with his legs, he took advantage of having access to her thighs which were just as tan as the rest of her body. They were soft yet firm. He could smell her the higher he was getting and it took everything in him not to shove his manhood into her right then and there. He brought himself up so he was on top of her, face to face. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted and she was breathing heavily. Slowly, he started to trace his index finger on her lips, asking for permission. She opened her mouth a little wider and started stucking on his finger. He knew his manhood was pressing against her hip and he hoped that she could feel its presence. To see how much she was effecting him. He brought his finger out of her mouth only to bring it down to her crease. Before entering, he looked up to make this is what she wanted. Emme shook her head quickly. "Please Ubbe, please"
He thought her begging would have caused him to finish but not until he felt how warm and tight she was around his finger. "Oh god Emme, you are so warm and wet" She reached down and grabbed his finger, bringing it out and then putting it back in but it didn't last long because Ubbe knew what she really wanted. He brought himself over her hips, he could feel her legs already shaking. Taking his finger out, he brought it up to his own mouth, except this time shoved a second finger in there while tasting the one. Emme sat up on her shoulders, eyes hooded, lips parted and painting but was quickly on her back when he used two of his fingers inside of her. Her head was swirling and she could feel the tightness in her lower abdomen begin. She looked up to see him smirking down at her, knowing that she would finish quickly. "Ubbe, I can't wait any longer. I need you inside of me." He brought his face down to hers once more, kissing all over. He stopped. "Emme, my beautiful wife. I have wanted to do this the moment I saw you step off that boat." And just without anymore notice, his head had reached her own, slowly opening her up. He was thick and long and it filled every inch of her. Emme was in pure ecstasy, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He continued to move in and out slowly but started to pick up pace once Emme started to breathe more heavily.
"Oh Ubbe, faster, please." She was about to come undone and just needed that extra push. He started to speed up, sweat from both of their bodies combining on the bed. She grabbed his back and his mouth went down to her breast, teasing and licking her nipples. She couldn't help but yell out in a moan when Ubbe had decided to bite down on her already hard nipple which cause Emme to unravel underneath him. Everything was contracting and she was sure Ubbe could feel it being so deep inside of her. It didn't take him too long to spill his seed within her.
He laid his head on her chest, breathing deeply. Emme enjoyed the heat of his body and didn't fuss for him to move. She stroked his hair until Ubbes breathing became more relaxed. It hadn't taken him long to fall asleep, probably from the combination of the wedding stress, drinking and their activities. Honestly a little surprised she hadn't fallen asleep yet either. She looked over the bed side table and saw her bracelet and ring. She grabbed both, putting them on in their rightful places. One, a reminder of home and who she was and the other, a new begining with someone and who she might become in this new country.
Laying her head back and closing her eyes, she whispered, "I swear to the Gods that I would like to marry this man" and allowed her arms to wrap around his back.
