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

His head snapped up. She guessed he felt her accelerated heartbeat.

“Sable, you were surrounded by a dozen Norsemen, Viking descendents all of them,
war trained and experienced. These men are killers, every single one.”

Sable nodded. She knew she had been fated to die before he had struck her. In the
half sleep she’d been in before she had awakened to find herself bound and naked, she’d
assumed she was dead.

“You should have left me to my fate.”

He stopped applying salve and stared at her. Gently pushing a lock of her hair behind
her ear, he caressed her cheek. His eyes burned with a blue flame. “I think not. You are
my slave now.”

She stiffened. “I am a Wolf Warrior of the highest order. Sentencing me to the life of
a Norseman’s slave is a fate worse than death.”

“I know not what this Wolf Warrior order is. What I do know is you are now my
slave, and my slave you will remain. If you fight me, the men who surround me will
claim you.”

“First,” he said, returning to tending her wounds, “they will rape you. All of them.”
He finished, setting the bowl next to her. “Then they will either kill you, making you
suffer first—they will enjoy that—or they will sell you in the slave market.”

“I am not afraid to die,” Sable said, watching for his reaction.

“I am afraid for you.” He reached over and began untying the bindings that held up
her arms. After massaging her hands and wrists, he rebound them in the front. Then he
undid her feet, but not completely, leaving the rope wrapped around her ankles. He slid
another fur blanket over them.

Sable was confident he wasn’t going to harm her. For some reason, he had chosen to
save her life. Why, she didn’t know. Taking her arms, he pulled them over his head so she
was hugged next to his body. His skin was rough, yet smooth, lightly sprinkled with
blond hair. His chest hairs tickled her breasts, making her nipples pearl.

Sable swallowed a groan of dismay. Her traitorous body wanted this man.

“If you try to escape in the night, I will know it.”

Sighing, she settled against him.

“You have been with a man before.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. There
was no way he couldn’t have noticed her broken hymen when he was stroking her
intimately.

“Yes.”