My Yule gift for the incredibly talented, sweet and creative @whenimaunicorn. Let’s be Danes for Yule.
Summary: Skade and the Coccham squad are back to Uhtred’s domains and while Uhtred struggles between desire and hate, the Seer is determined to be part of his fate.
Warnings: Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Spit Kink, Spitting, Hair-pulling, Face Slapping, Butt Slapping, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Breathplay, Choking, dark!Uhtred…
Words: 2057
Rating: Explicit
It’s been a long time since I posted smut. Please, be kind. ;)
If it was not for the trembling monk that was constantly failing to disguise his stares, they would be completely alone. Uhtred had dispatched the half-Dane, the Christian priestesses who looked at her with disdain, and the Irishman alongside the monks that dared to invade Uhtred’s hall. If Skade was sure she had succeeded in bending the spirits to her will, Alfred would receive their severed heads as a message. But Uhtred was still not completely hers and so she should mind her time.
“Come to me, Uhtred Ragnarsson! Desire me! Be mine!” Skade whispered while grinning at the petrified monk that insisted on staying in Uhtred’s hall while the others were riding to Alfred’s domains.
It’s been so long since I had a warm heart in my hands. Maybe Uhtred will gift you to me.
Osferth held his crucifix in his hands while his trembling lips recited a prayer. Skade threw her head back, laughing as if she could feel his heart beating with her fingertips just before slicing deep under his ribcage with her dagger. She would have to wait because they had company.
She didn’t need to look from over her shoulder to distinguish the approaching footsteps and grinned when a calloused hand squeezed her shoulder. His voice was harsh when he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear, “I’ll swim in the lake!”
Skade didn’t have to ask if that was an invitation. She knew Uhtred would not openly confess his hunger for her. Not now. Not this Uhtred of Bebbanburg. She has seen the rebirth of Uhtred Ragnarsson as the most powerful ruler Saxons and Danes have ever seen. Not a frail ghost sitting on a throne and fearing a dead God, but a warrior King who would lead an ever-growing army and conquer as he pleased.
She warily watched as the corner of his mouth twitched when he pulled away from her and walked to the door. Skade could feel he blamed her for his wife’s death and nothing she could say would persuade Uhtred of the contrary. Skade didn’t mind feeding his hatred as long as she could control and direct it against the Saxons and soak the soil with their blood. Soon Uhtred would accept their paths were entwined.
YES!!!! More TLK❤