Page 27 of Shared By the Vikings

He lifted his head and his cheek brushed hers, his beard tickling. “See, it’s not so bad with me here.” He paused. “Why do you smell of sex?”

“What? No, I don’t.”

He reached for her hand and pulled it from beneath her chin.

She tensed her muscles and tried to resist, but it was no good.

He sniffed her fingers, the sound loud against her ear. “You gave yourself pleasure while we were sitting out there.” He laughed quietly. “Getting spanked made you want sex.”

“Get off me.” She yanked her fingers from his grip. The man really was unreal. He just said and did whatever he wanted.

“You know,” he said, his lips now moving against her ear. “We could have sex right now. My cock is better than your hand.”

A strange sensation—a dark, ache of longing—traveled down her neck to her core.

Have sex with Jarl Erik. Now? Here?

“I will not have sex with you!” she said through gritted teeth.

“Why not? You want it and I know what I’m doing when it comes to a female body.”

“No.”

“Give me one good reason.”

“I... I’m a maiden. I’m saving myself for the man I marry.”

“Whoa, woman. At your age? Have you got a cunny made of gold and jewels or something?”

“It was my father’s wish.”

“Ah, but not yours.”

“Stop talking.”

He moved a strand of hair from her cheek. “If you change your mind, Ingrid Baardsen, you only have to ask. I’m sure Gunnvar and Tali would oblige too. We can all ensure you don’t go wanting.”

“I’m not wanting for anything, except to be left alone and not have a sore ass.”

“The sore ass you brought on yourself. It would serve you well to remember the feeling and not disobey me again.”

“Disobey you.”

“I’m in charge here, don’t forget that. It won’t work out well for you if you do.”

She held in a retort about his very small army and likely very small cock.

No, it won’t be small, not a chance.

“If you don’t want to have sex with me then go to sleep,” he said, again irritating her by having the last word.

Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the sting in her rump, the throb in her head, and the huge Viking who’d wrapped himself around her in the darkness. All of them new sensations and one of them not at all unpleasant, now that she came to think about it.

* * *

When Ingrid woke thesound of birds and waves were the first things she heard. Then the dull thud, thud, thud of a heartbeat. And not her heartbeat.

“You awake?” a male voice whispered.

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