Page 26 of Shared By the Vikings

Chapter Seven

Ingrid lowered to herside and shifted the fur so it wasn’t pressing on her smarting, prickling ass. She stared through the darkness at the join between the shelter and the sand and watched a small black bug crawl out into the night; she’d pressed herself into the smallest section of the slope. She wanted to be invisible, her humiliation unobserved.

Her heart continued to thump, and the sense of needing to either run away or fight wouldn’t leave her. She closed her eyes but a swarm of red anger fizzed in her eyelids. Huffing in frustration, she slipped her hand between her legs.

Her pussy hair was warm and she slid through it, sought out her clit and swirled over it.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she continued the rotations. It felt so good after the misery of the spanking.

Her elbow moved against the inside of the fur as she pressed harder. Soon pleasure would be hers, and she’d forget about Erik’s big hand slapping her buttocks—for a sweet moment bliss would wash over her skin.

She curled her toes, her breaths quickened. Still she worked herself. The men were talking, by the fire, but she wasn’t listening to their words, she was listening to her body, counting down the moments until release.

Lost to her own dark world beneath the fur, she climbed the last steps to climax. And then it took her. A sweet explosion of energy that spread outward, dampening her pain, dispensing her misery, if just for a few precious seconds.

As soon as the crescendo had been reached she eased up, clamping her thighs together and enjoying the gentle honeyed pulses throbbing deep inside. She pulled in a breath and drew her hands up beneath her chin. The tang of her pleasure reached her nose and she inhaled deeply. Erik, the big brute, might have thought she’d gone to bed upset and in pain, but she’d found a way to end her day with pleasure.

There was movement behind her, the rustle of leafy bedding then the thud of a big body landing next to hers.

“Are you sulking?” Erik asked by the shell of her ear.

His breath was warm and slunk up and over her scalp.

She didn’t grace him with an answer.

“Because if you are you shouldn’t, it’s over now. We’re back on an even keel, you have paid your debt.”

Still she was quiet.

He moved in closer, the length of his body wrapping around hers from behind. His chest pushed up against her back.

“Go sleep somewhere else,” she muttered, trying unsuccessfully to put distance between them.

“No.” He looped his arm around her waist and tugged her tighter to him. “The sun may have shone for a few hours after the storm, but the night will be cold and you have no clothes.”

“I have a fur.”

“It’s small and you almost drowned today.”

“Go away, Erik, I don’t want you here.”

“You don’t think that now, but in the hard hours of the night, you will be glad of my heat.”

She clenched her jaw so tight she feared for the survival of her teeth.

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