"Wolf Warrior - 03 - A Viking's Vow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Monet Rae)

his bright blue one. He lifted his body over hers. Flipping up his loincloth, he positioned
his body and hardened penis against her. He stroked her face with his thumb. If Sable had
been a cat she would have purred, she was so aroused and satisfied. It had never been like
this with a man before. She wanted nothing more than to curl around his cock.

“Scream,” he commanded.

He lightly nipped her lips then ran his mouth down her neck. Passing her pounding
pulse, he settled to the tender place where her shoulder and neck met.

Sable shook her head in confusion. Had he just loved her like no other and then
asked her to scream?

“For the love of Odin, woman, scream. I’ll explain later.” Just as he whispered the
words against her shoulder, he opened his mouth and bit her. Hard.

Struggling underneath him, Sable screamed. Her wolf thrashed and tried to howl.
Before she could demand what was going on, three burly men threw open the tent flap
and walked in.

“Ah, Eirik, taming your slave, are you?”

The men slammed their fists on each other’s backs and howled in laughter. The man
they called Eirik surrounded her with his muscled arms and made eye contact with her.


The men couldn’t see his expression. His eyes beseeched her. She sucked in a breath to
talk, and he gave a small negative shake of his head. She shut her mouth.

Eirik leaned his body over her, effectively blocking the view of her nudity from the
other men. Then a mask fell over his face, the same warrior expression she had seen
earlier. In that second, she feared what he had become, her body tensing. After giving her
one final look, he turned his head toward the men.

“I consider this interruption unwelcome.” The manner in which he articulated the
words, the strange accent, his silky sexy voice, made the words sound like a death threat
from the king to his peasants.

The men stopped laughing, their expressions serious. Eirik’s glare didn’t waver.

“Fair enough,” the tallest man said. “We expect to take our due during the claiming
ceremony. Gunthar will guard our spoils, outside the tent.”

The smaller man’s hand crept toward the sword on this side, as if he didn’t agree.
Eirik looked hard at him, the expression on his face ferocious. Sable watched the two
men war with their stares. The smaller man’s eyes dropped first. Eirik won.

Eirik nodded once and turned back toward her, but his gaze didn’t touch hers, instead
falling to the side as if he was weighing whether his words had been taken seriously.
Grumbling, the men filed out of the tent. He let out a long breath he had obviously been