The Seducer (Viking Warriors) by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online Page A

twined with the gold stubble dusting his chin. His jaw clenched, and the powerful chest muscles at her eye level rippled.
    “Your lusty fellow can erupt in my hands or mouth, nay?”

Chapter Four
     

    Jarvik nigh swallowed his tongue. To explode in her hands or mouth. That his new wife, a maid, had said such and touched him so boldly would be his undoing.
    He had known from those days of fostering that Elaina would be a lover beyond compare. He had kissed her only once, on the day he left her father’s keep to serve King Cnut. Aye, but the memory of her taste, the eager response to his stroking tongue, the sensuous way she rubbed on him, had never faded from his mind.
    ’Twere many reasons ’twas Odin’s boon to have wed the concubine’s daughter.
    He nudged a fist under her chin. Their glances locked. “’Tis a pleasure we can both enjoy at the same time. Our mouths on each other.”
    He already knew and welcomed the signs of her arousal, for her nostrils quivered like a mare in heat scenting the stallion behind, ready to mount. She combined the best of East and West. The dusky hue of her complexion, her pouting mouth swollen and tainted ruby, those emerald eyes wide and glinting desire.
    She licked her lips. “My mother had a drawing of such a thing. I have studied it often while pleasuring myself.”
    Pleasuring herself? Blood roared in his ears, his cock stiffened and surged, and his stones drew up like hard nuts, blistered and fevered. Words caught in his throat. He scooped her up, walked legs wide apart the two strides to the mattress, and set her down. Gesturing at the tunic, he said through gritted teeth, “Take that off.”
    Loki have mercy on him. She smiled, wriggled, and drew the linen up her thighs, sending him a smoldering half-lidded peek. Mahogany curls wet and glistening had him salivating when she slipped the tunic above her waist.
    “Nay.” He fisted his hands. “I will have you first, Elaina. For you fire me to spewing.”
    “I find I like this, Jarvik. And though I am sore, my puss longs for you to fill me.”
    Puss? Never had he heard a woman speak so bold, and her voice was rough with need. He bit the inside of his cheek and forced his gaze to the timbered roof. ’Twas naught for it. He would have to restrain her. Jarvik took a deep breath before focusing on the bed, and his cock wept at the bounty displayed for him.
    She was naked, the discarded tunic tossed to one side. Her pert breasts mounded, those long lean legs inches apart. The rose of her woman folds glistened. Jarvik grabbed the garment, caught her hands in one of his, and bound her wrists together.
    She blinked and frowned, lips thinning. “What is amiss? Why do you that?”
    He tied the tunic to one edge of the mattress’s wooden frame. “You will unman me, woman. Never have I failed to give a woman pleasure. My wife will not be the first.”
    “I know not what you mean.” She tugged at the bonds. “Did you not want me to taste you?”
    Her words alone could unman him. His cock jerked like a quintain skewered by a lance.
    That siren smile returned. “’Tis the thought that intrigues you. My mother told me of this. That a man catches fire from words boldly spoken. Or from a woman touching herself.”
    By Odin, she spread her legs and canted her hips. The lips of her puss caught the dawn’s early light. Plump, dewed rose petals framed her center. His rod wept copious droplets. He fell to the floor, his knees hitting the stone hard, and the sharp pain allowed him to regain a finger of control.
    He looped her knees over his shoulders and feasted on her beauteous sex. Never had he seen such a delight. And he had seen many. ’Twas a pleasure he relished, tasting a woman, coating his face with her honey, but not a single female had ever affected him so. The simple image, the faint remembrance of her flavor on his tongue, had him at the ready.
    Jarvik dipped his head, nuzzled her slick lips, and inhaled the spicy sweetness