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

“Eirik, I can not. Stop this.”

He ignored her protest and continued assaulting her senses. She could smell him, his
scent, his arousal. He softly rubbed his face against the side of her cheek. The stubble of
whiskers on his chin scuffed her tender skin, painful yet desperately arousing.

He whispered in her ear, “So beautiful. Yield for me, Sable, take me into you. Let me
have you, dэrr.” He licked her bottom lip, and settled into kissing her, taking her mouth
as if it was a gift. He released her lips, only to run his tongue down the side of her neck,
where he positioned his mouth and sucked.

Sable exhaled. She throbbed all over with passion for this man. Her physical body
wanted fulfillment—yet her mind begged her to protest. Her mind was losing the battle
with her body. She wanted him to bury his cock deep inside her.

Sable felt a strong bond with him. Everything about him touched her mind sense: his
smooth, yet rough skin sliding against hers, the hair of his chest prickling her stomach,
his blond mane curled behind his ear to give him uninhibited access to her neck, and his
smell—Gods, his scent. She wanted, wanted to have him more than anything she had
ever wanted in her life.

“Take me in, dэrr, wrap your legs around me.”


She began to climb, her passion winning over her mindless protests. He was poised
at her entrance, running his cock barely in and out of her, creating a hot desire that sent
tingles up her spine. Not entering, yet not retreating, just probing, building a fire. She was
on the edge of coming.

“Ahhh. God’s blood,” she swore.

He chuckled, and rimmed her ear with his tongue. “Take me. Say yes.” He exhaled
the words against her ear.

She arched into him as he drew his hardness away. She settled down when he
pressed back in. He was teasing her. Showing her what it could be like if he slid all the
way in. He seemed so in control. In the midst of her confusion, he was steady as a rock.
Only a small drop of sweat dripping down his temple told her something different.

Sable wondered why he didn’t just take her. Why he wanted her consent. It would be
easier if he just raped her. He claimed she was his slave. Even in the Realm, Sable had
learned the ways of the Vikings. Slaves taken in combat had no rights.

Sable remained silent. His blue gaze met hers. He had positioned his arms on each
side of her head. Slowly, inch-by-inch, he slid his large hand down the side of her body to
cup her ass. Sable arched an eyebrow at him. The side of his mouth tweaked, the
beginning of a smile appeared. He wrapped his fingers around her thigh and forced her
leg over his ass.

Sable didn’t protest. She let her leg stay anchored to his ass, curious to see where he