Page 66 of Shared By the Vikings

“No, that wasn’t good.” She paused. “Haps everyone deserves to be forgiven for one mistake, though. If I forgive him, the gods might give him the strength to forgive me.”

“We’ll accompany you,” Tali said.

“Ja.” Gunnvar nodded. “We will, all three of us.” His expression turned serious. “Then your father will see you have not one but three men.”

“What if he orders your heads off?” she asked.

Erik laughed. “He can try.”

“Ja, he can try.” Gunnvar drank deep. “And if he succeeds, I want to go to Valhalla happy.” He tossed his tankard aside and tapped his right thigh. “Come here, Ingrid.”

Something in his smile created wariness in Ingrid. She glanced at Erik.

“Go,” Erik said after a slight hesitation. “I’m sure what Gunnvar has in mind will be fun.”

“I haven’t done anything to deserve a spanking. I caught dinner and—”

“I don’t think he’s going to spank you.”

“Oh.”

“Ingrid, here.” Gunnvar beckoned her with his finger.

Standing, she set her drink on the rock she’d been seated on. Her legs were a little unsteady, the mead tickling her knees and her thigh muscles as she walked around the fire.

Tali stroked her ass as she passed him.

Stopping in front of Gunnvar, she looked down at him.

He grinned up at her, merriment in his eyes. “On your knees.”

She did as he’d asked, sinking to her knees on the sand.

“Here.” He pointed at the space between his legs. “You need to be here.”

She shuffled forward. Tension hung in the air, sexual tension. Tali and Erik’s silence was telling. They were curious, anticipatory.

“Ja, that will do.” Gunnvar cupped her face and kissed her. He spent several long heartbeats reminding her just how good he was at kissing and adoring her mouth with his.

When he pulled back she was breathless, dizzy because of his touch as well as the mead.

“There is much for you to learn about your men,” he said, stroking her hair. “And we’ll start with this lesson.”

He sat back and reached for the waistbands of his pants. They didn’t have buttons and when he rose slightly, his abs tensing, they went down to his thighs.

His cock released and pointed upward.

He gripped it in his fist. “This wants you, it has been like this, hard, since I touched you yesterday.”

She stared at it, not as shocked now as she had been earlier when seeing an erect cock. “That must be uncomfortable,” she said, rubbing her fingers on her palms. She was itching to touch him, to feel his flesh and discover the heat and texture.

“It is, but you can do something about it.” He tipped forward and cupped her chin. “Open your mouth.”

She kept her gaze on his and parted her lips.

“More than that,” he murmured. “Much more.”

She opened so wide her jaw ached.

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