Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Each of these men in their own way had chased away my shadows and breathed life into my world.
His cock stretched my bottom hole. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more from him, I felt the flat of his palm on my ass cheek. The harsh sound of his slap resounded around the small chamber. Hot stinging heat crept over my skin.
“Yes!” I cried out without thinking.
Odin spanked me again and again. Each slap timed with his cock pushing as deep as possible into my tight, clenching passage. He fell to his knees, pushing me forward till my hips hit the floor. With his hands on either side of my shoulders, he thrust hard and deep. I could feel the scrape of his pants against the delicate, heated skin of my bottom. My mouth opened on a silent scream as my own release crashed over my body, seeming to rip and tear the pleasure from the grasp of pain.
Through the pounding heartbeat in my ears, I could hear Odin’s roar as he pressed his hands against my lower back and released his seed deep inside my bottom.
For several minutes, the only sound in the room was our mingled harsh breathing.
Odin stirred. Sitting back on the chair, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over till my back was on the floor, my legs high and open.
“Keep your legs open. Lift up your hips. I want to see your bottom hole.”
Placing my hands on the floor on either side of my hips, I lifted them high, exposing myself to his lustful gaze. Odin reached to the side and picked up a slice of apple. Keeping his eyes on mine, he placed the thin wedge against my bottom hole. It felt cool and wet as he slid it up the crease and over my cunny.
“Come here.”
I rose up on my elbows, then on my knees.
He held the slice of apple, dripping with his seed, close to my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. Opening my mouth, I let him place the apple on my tongue. Closing my lips, I relished the sweet and musky taste of our lovemaking.
Odin chuckled. “My God, you are turning out to be quite the treasure, Snow.”
Reaching down, he lifted me into his arms. There he cradled me for what seemed like hours, my head on his shoulder, lulled by the sound of his deep breaths. Sometime later, I felt him rise and walk to the bed. Placing me under the covers, he tucked in behind me. With his arm wrapped securely around my waist, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER 15
Their only warning was the thunderous pounding of horse hooves. The huntsmen grabbed their bows and quivers, shouting instructions and orders to one another.
Through the cacophony, I could hear repeated demands that I hide in the root cellar, that I seek safety. I couldn’t move. The idea that these men were going out to face certain death for my sake stopped me stone-cold. Our journey had begun as hunters and prey, with me as the prize. But it had changed. I felt it deep in my heart. I now craved their rough passion and protective embraces. After allowing myself to become numb and cold to the delights of the world, they had warmed me.
I now knew just how much they had risked to keep me by their side. A queen’s wrath. My stepmother’s wrath.
The huntsmen had saved me more than once. I couldn’t let them stand alone. I wasn’t sure what I could do to protect them, but I was going to at least try.
I watched from behind the sacks of flour in the kitchen till they all bravely filed out to confront the queen. Keeping my body bent and low, away from the windows, I crept toward the door.
My stepmother, dressed in purple robes with gold thread, was perched on a coal-black steed. The crown…my stolen crown…perched on her head. Surrounding her were over a hundred guardsmen, ready to do battle. Along the edges of the forest, behind the guardsmen’s horses, I could see the villagers begin to gather out of morbid curiosity.
“You have betrayed me, huntsmen,” charged the queen.
“And why does our queen think it so?” asked Dagr.
“The heart you presented to me, Snow’s heart, the one I ate, was nothing more than a boar’s heart,” she said with a sneer.
My gut twisted at her hate-laced words. I had long ago come to terms with my stepmother’s desire to see me dead, but it was quite another thing to hear her utter the wish. I meant no more to her than a speck of dust on her boot—probably less.
“The queen wanted Snow away from the castle, gone from her life. We have provided that to you. There is no need for this,” responded Tore.