Page 3 of Mastered By the Viking King

A sob caught in her throat.

Njal growled and turned to Halfdan. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“No. I am sorry. I was given on good advice that—”

“You are not to take advice, Halfdan, not when I seek you to provide me with a new queen. You use your own counsel, do you hear me?”

Silence descended, Njal’s fury seeming to fill the space, weaving around the townsfolk and rising to the lofty ceiling.

He wondered if his anger would ever dissipate. Had he ever been so shamed, so hurt?

He didn’t think so. Pain had made itself at home in his bones.

“Please, my king, this is Helga.” Halfdan rushed to the third woman.

“Mmm.” Njal stood before her.

“My king.” Helga smiled and bobbed down then up. “I am at your service.” She licked her lips, her pink tongue leaving a sheen on them.

“As is everyone else in the Great Hall,” Njal snapped. “They are all at my service. Summers?”

“Twenty-three or maybe twenty-four.”

“See, that is good. And look at her, she has fine, fair hips.” Halfdan waved his hands around as though offering Helga as a worthy prize. “Everyone in this room can see what a pretty queen she would make.”

“I cannot see it.” Njal drifted his gaze to Helga’s chest. The firm flesh of her breasts rose and fell against the neckline of her tunic. “But I do wish to see it.”

Curling his fingers into the material, he yanked hard.

Helga staggered forward to the satisfying sound of her clothing being shredded.

Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples dark and round.

Njal didn’t let up. He wrenched some more, snatching the last of her tunic away and leaving her utterly naked.

There were a few gasps from the crowd. A couple of warriors stepped closer to her as if drawn by the sight.

Njal retreated a few steps but kept his attention on her. “Youarea fine woman.”

The juncture of her thighs held a thick patch of black hair. The dips of her waist were highlighted by the flare of her hips. An image of a snake wound its way around her left thigh.

“You are pleased, my king.” Halfdan rubbed his palms together.

“I am as yet undecided.” Could he feel affection for this woman or had the previous queen tainted him forever? Would his cock rise for her, fully rise?

Would she be loyal? Would she obey?

“Turn around,” he snapped.

She swallowed. Her fists were clenched. Without clothes she wasn’t as confident.

“Turn around!”

“Aye, my king.” Quickly she spun to face the crowd.

Njal looked at her ass. Plump and pale, the flesh wobbling slightly as she moved from one foot to the other.

Shoving his hand down his pants, he gripped his stiffening cock.

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