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Not for the first time she bemoaned saving her maidenhead. She wanted to know what it was like to lie with a man, a man like Tali.

“Ah, Odin... oh...” Tali cried out then curled forward as liquid spurted from the end of his cock into the river.

She held her breath as more followed and he staggered a little to the left as though energy was also leaving him.

He moaned, a deep vibrating sound that rumbled up to Ingrid’s ears and fluttered through the leaves. It was a sound laced with pleasure and satisfaction.

She stepped to the side, her bare foot landing on a twig and snapping it. Freezing, she was aware of a burst of energy shooting into her blood.

He turned, faced her.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight, as their gazes connected.

She paused for less than a heartbeat then rushed deeper into the woods in the direction of the beach, mortification swarming over her.

Chapter Eight

When Ingrid arrivedat the beach she was hot and breathless and she’d stubbed her toe on a fallen branch.

Erik was seated beside the fire, which burned with a low glow. The second chicken had been plucked and set over the embers. “Where’ve you been?”

“To bathe in the river.” She tugged a leaf from her hair.

“Alone?” He frowned. “You shouldn’t wander off alone, there are beasts unfamiliar to us. A woman on her—”

“I wasn’t alone. Tali was with me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “While you bathed?”

“It seems that way.” She reached for a flat leaf piled high with wild strawberries. “These look good.” She popped one into her mouth.

“Gunnvar found them.”

“Nice.” She took another, then another.

“Are you going to eat them all?”

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