Page 34 of Shared By the Vikings

He grunted and lurched forward before spinning in a full circle.

Limpet-style she hung tighter, locking herself to his body.

“What the...?” he grunted. “What are you doing?”

“Try and shake me,” she said against his ear, knowing he’d find it hard. She’d done this with Raud many times.

He dragged at her arms but she kept them tight to the sides of his head and he couldn’t get good purchase. He spun around again, fast, as if to shake her.

Erik’s laugh rumbled down the beach.

“Wench,” Gunnvar muttered, twisting his upper body.

“A wench who has you caught in her web.” Ingrid was having to hold on tight. He was bucking like a wild horse resisting a saddle.

And then she was falling downward. So was he. They were going together.

He landed on the sand, on his hands and knees.

The impact caused her to loosen her grip and he took full advantage, tugging her right arm and sliding her beneath him in one fast move.

She laughed up at him even though she was cross he’d gotten the better of her. “Brought to your knees by a girl, huh.”

His weight was over her, his legs pressing on hers, the bulge of his groin over her mound, and his bare chest rubbing hers as they both breathed fast.

“It is not unusual for a man to be brought to his knees by a woman, but it is usually her beauty that does it, not her penchant for unprovoked attack.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” She raised her eyebrows and studied the depths of his eyes.

“That is not what I said.”

His lips were so close to hers she could taste his breath—sweet like strawberries, a hint of salt from the sea air.

“So what are you saying?” she whispered, feeling as if the rest of the beach was fading away.

Gunnvar was filling her vision, her senses. A tug of desire pulled her belly.

“I’m saying you should be careful when you throw yourself at men.”

“Why? What might happen?”

“This...” His lips twitched, as if holding in a smile.

“Which is?”

“On your back.” He angled his left leg, easily knocking hers apart. “A cock between your legs.”

She gasped as he rubbed his hard shaft, through their clothing, over her pussy.

“And thoroughly pleasured,” he added.

Her eyes widened. Thoroughly pleasured didn’t sound too bad a punishment.

“So think,” he said, “before you hurl yourself at me again.” He closed his eyes, rubbed his cock some more. “Because I might not be able to control myself.”

“Hey, lovers, get up.”

Gunnvar suddenly rolled off of her.

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