Norse Valor by Constantine De Bohon Read Free Book Online

slid round and over her body she could almost taste a primal animal
passion.
    The makeshift cabin was so black inside like a cave, and Svana
realized any fantasy was possible. Why not a huge Viking bear-man? In her wild
thoughts, Vakr became half-human and half-beast. A lusty werewolf with fangs
when he bit into the side of her neck causing her to yelp and shudder. His
tongue laved her throat like a hungry wolf. Vakr had pulled the fur all around
them, encasing them in animal magnetism. Her man-beast growled and grunted
making the illusion all that more real.
    Vakr’s hips began pounding against her, thumping wildly like
a wild stallion. She imagined a huge white steed, a destrier from the middle
ages. Vakr’s chest was as large as a horse’s. Svana gripped tight to his hair,
his flowing mane, as she was mounted. Vakr’s mouth crushed hers in the most
demanding kiss of her life. His tongue claimed hers with a fiery passion.
Flames from his scorching lips was so real she could almost see the fires blaze
up all around them, beside them, behind them. Licking them to engulf them in an
inferno of passion.
    When his mouth broke free of hers, Svana’s back arched as he
captured a high breast. Long moments he spent sucking and tormenting her bud
until it ached and yet still begged for more. Her hands buried in his hair
pulling him closer and she writhed under him until his hand captured her wrists
high over her head holding her hostage. She was a willing captive. His strong
fingers squeezed her behind and released with each hard stroke.
    Vakr removed his demanding cock and flipped her onto her
belly. His massive arm captured her around her waist and Svana cried out when
he slammed back into her. She slipped against the furs but his hold was tight
and she was pressed against him and kept immobile. Again her wild fantasies
took flight and her beast-man could have been part stag, but no, the fur was
too shaggy and a bison was too small. Nothing was as large as Vakr. Her Viking
warrior had pummeled a shark to save her life. She didn’t need to imagine that.
It was real.
    Vakr slowed then roared his release. Svana cried out her
own, her elbows collapsing until she lay with her cheek pressed into the furs.
Vakr slumped forward over the top of her. She heard the gasping pants of a man
well satisfied. Skin-on-skin molded into the furs when he pressed her all the
way down, covering her. Man or beast, Viking or not, Svana gloried in the
feeling of safety. She felt his fingers trail through her hair and she could
envision him in her mind. Even though she couldn’t see him in the dark, she
imagined his striking blue eyes hungrily absorbing her. The strength of his
chiseled jaw. The power in his hands. She was soon panting again. Vakr was so
damned hot and handsome.
    “So that was Valhalla?” she asked.
    “By the Gods, oh yes.”
    She could get used to this Valhalla place. How was she going
to let him go when her father came for them?
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    “What do you call this again?”
    Vakr was eating the food Svana had made for the crew. All
had looked at her creation with hesitance, but after the first bite they were
hooked.
    “Mashed potatoes,” she replied.
    “And what is the yellow mush?” Vakr asked.
    Svana chuckled. “It is like mush, but it’s called polenta.
It’s cooked cornmeal mixed with water, salt and the last of your molasses.”
    “Where did you get the gravy?” David asked.
    Mr. Picky was shoveling food down his throat so fast Svana
was tempted to say something. She refrained when she looked once more at his
black eye. Svana had been beyond dismayed to learn while she was having the
best sex of her life David had been battling for his own life. It took every
fiber of her being not to start throwing her fists around. She had to give
David credit—Baldr was limping heavily and Ing had collected his food hunched
over and holding his ribs. Both men gave her brother a wide birth. It was
apparent the other men were more