Skål, Viking Lovers! Today’s excerpt comes from Episode IV in the Vikings of Normandy series. These stories contain detailed #sex scenes that feature #bondage, male #domination, #spanking, and other things you might expect from a group renowned for raping and pillaging. If these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not buy this book. Not sure? Read on for an excerpt from Thorleif.
Thorleif slowly undid the laces at his waist while glancing around the room, looking for a means of escape. In one motion, he pulled his shert, tunic, and hauberk over his head. There were two other doors, one on each side of the hearth that could lead to nowhere, but one way or another he would find out.
Grasping a bedpost with one hand, he toed off his boots and worked his way out of his braies. By the time he turned his attention back to the queen, he was naked as a babe, and she had the look of a hungry wolf.
He held out both arms and made a slow turn, so she could see him from all angles. It should have been humiliating, to be so examined, like a slave at market. Yet, he found her scrutiny oddly exciting.
“Big enough?” he asked.
She breathed deeply. Her chest, constricted as it was, rose and fell with each breath. “We shall see,” she said. She refilled the two goblets and downed one. She moved across the room, giving him a wide berth as she did so, and pulled aside a curtain to reveal a tub of water.
She faced him with a wrinkled nose. “You need to bathe. As good as you look, you smell worse than a farm animal.”
Thorleif had never been so pleased by an insult. He gazed at the still water. How long had it been since he’d had a proper bath? He retrieved the two goblets, pausing first to refill hers, and moved to stand beside the tub.
“Will you join me?” he asked, handing her the wine. This time when his fingers brushed hers, she lingered, meeting his gaze. Her tiny pink tongue darted out to lick those full lips he was so anxious to taste.
Would she take him in her mouth? His naked cock twitched at the vision of that tongue sliding over the engorged tip. His balls constricted, sweetly painful.
He reached up and threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face and baring her throat. She remained as still as a statue as he leaned forward, lips parted, and slid his tongue from her collar bone up the column of her throat. She moaned softly when he took the fleshy lobe of her ear between his lips and suckled her.
With a sharp intake of breath, she stepped back from him, her dainty fist poised beneath her nose. She shook her head. “Nay. You must first wash away the stench of battle and death and who-knows how many days’ grime. Besides,” she glanced at the tub with a shrug. “The bath was drawn earlier in the day and will be cold. I shall wait for you by the fire.”
Check back next week for an excerpt from Episode V, Magnus.
BLURB: Thorleif Rolvsson has been captured by the enemy. The steel of the executioner’s axe is cold against the base of his skull. Will a single night of passion change his fate? Or will he dine with his sons in Valhalla?
The Queen of the Franks has needs. She believes God has sent the pagan Norseman at her feet to fulfill those needs. But can she claim the blessing she has prayed for without losing her heart?
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