Page 84 of Viking Warriors: Vol. 1-3
It was neither truth nor lie. My fear was potent, but as he’d tied the sashes about my ankles and wrists, a warm ache had begun in my belly, the snake unfurling once more, hissing its own desire.
“And what am I to do with you?”
“Enter me, my jarl.” I closed my eyes. Against my wish, I was his possession, and would submit to whatever I must.
He brought one hand down my belly, then lower, to the swollen part of me. As I moaned for him, his voice, always so rasping, was husky with desire. “You please me, thrall.”
Thrusting within me, his fingers pressed to my tenderness, lifting me to meet his rhythm.
“Tell me,” he said again.
“Please.” With my body jarred by the force of his, it was difficult to speak. “Please.” This was what he wanted—for me to beg.
“More?”
“Yes.” My voice was strangled, but I could not deny it. I was swollen and wet. “Your seed. Spill inside me, my lord.”
Slippery, he drew back and with his next stroke, pushed into my tighter place.
Dear gods! My instinct was to clench against the intrusion, but his fingers delved and caressed, and the snake inside me writhed in rippling waves, its tongue licking hot. As he entered, he lashed with the poison of pain and pleasure combined.
“My lord,” I whispered. “My lord.”
11
Eldberg
August 4th, 960AD
Eldberg tore off the last strip of meat, greasy between his fingers, then brought his mouth to suck the juices from the bone.
He was ravenous. Hungry enough to eat another whole trencher of food. Hungry for something else, too, though he’d been consuming that particular delicacy for the better part of the afternoon.
He watched as she made her way to each guest, all seated at two long tables placed along the length of the hall, on either side of the central fire. To celebrate their success in burning Svolvaen, all were welcome. His men were never reluctant to share the abundance of their jarl’s table. Several nights of revelry were planned.
As Elswyth refilled cups with mead, the eyes of every man were upon her. She kept her own lowered, no doubt keen to go unnoticed. As if that were possible!
Her gown’s slender bodice and low-cut yoke placed her well on display, letting all see her ripeness. Breasts to make even the goddess Freya envious! Silken to the touch, full, and heavy. Nipples of the palest pink, large, and soft like those of a young girl—until they hardened beneath his tongue, yearning to be suckled.
He’d sated his cock well-enough, but he was hard again, thinking of her tightness and warmth, thinking of how it felt to move inside her. It had been satisfying to watch her struggle, to try to deny him, but he preferred seeing her pliant—submitting to acts she found shameful, yet unable to control her response.
She glanced at him, and he saw her tremble.
Good!He took a long draught, draining his cup then raising it. Let her come to him.
Eldberg watched the sway of her hips as she walked—hips made for a man to hold onto. She was a fine piece of womanhood, though she behaved more like a virgin—as if she’d never been touched before, as if his fucking of her was a great surprise, and the ways he took her previously unknown. It hardly seemed likely to be true, but it aroused him—this blend of reluctance and passion.
Only when she stood beside him did she look up, her lips parting as she gazed into his face. Those lips! A little plump. A little bruised.
She hadn’t wanted to kiss him, but he’d refused to let her get away with that. A thrall obeyed her master. She’d no right to hold anything back.
As she held out the jug to replenish his cup, he brought his hand around her waist and her scent lifted to him—honey and musk. She squirmed, almost pulling away, but he tugged her closer.
The curve of her breast was before his face. How easy it would be to release that bounty and taste it again. By the gods, he was iron hard! He’d a mind to raise her skirts and haul her onto his lap right here.
“Eldberg!” Sigrid’s voice, shrill beside him, intruded. “Did you hear what I said?”
Distracted, he relaxed his hold on Elswyth’s waist, and she neatly slipped away.
