Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance) by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online Page A

and tentatively licked the corners of his lips.
    Changing the angle of their fused mouths, he allowed his spiraling desire free reign, and ate at her like a man denied sustenance for an eternity. Greed attacked the last thin threads of his discipline. He threw the covers off and nibbled his way down the long line of her slender throat. He paused to savor the throbbing pulse in the center of her graceful collarbone.
    Dráddør inhaled to absorb the thickening fragrance of her growing arousal and groaned when he latched onto the puckered tip of one breast. Gluttony drove him, he could not get enough of her, he moved from one taut bud to the other, dragging hot, wet kisses ’tween the wonderful valley and the swollen pink nipples.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingers into his scalp, her silent urging and furious writhing inciting him beyond reason. Desperation funneled him to one goal, one end, and he wanted naught more than to taste her cream. He rolled them over so she lay on her back and then he slid down her body. Holding her thighs apart, he buried his nose in her damp curls, and breathed in the honeyed spice of her puss.
    He drew back and feasted on the evidence of her need. Her folds were plump, slick, and shiny, the curved lips a deep rose. Fervent as a pilgrim, he traced the outline of her sex with his tongue and growled when her sheath clenched. Settling on his elbows, he nudged until she was fully open to him, the beauty and wonder of her spread for his carnal indulgence.
    She arched and lifted her hips in a mute plea that freed the hedonistic berserker in him. He inserted a finger into her tightening channel, pulled back the hood guarding her reddened pleasure nub, and grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
    Her thighs fastened around his head and he gorged on her, swived her with his finger, lapped and nipped remorselessly, until her muscles clamped around him, and she bowed off the bed and keened.
    At first the slight, strangled sound didn’t penetrate the desire fogging his mind. Then it did. Not wanting to jerk her out of her ecstasy, he forced himself to withdraw his face in slow increments from her quivering puss.
    In the quiet of the room, he heard the last trails of the weak noise coming from her throat. She had a white-knuckled grip on the scattered bed linens and dropped her head to one side, eyes closed, lips parted.
    Dráddør realized Xára had been so lost in rapture she was not aware of her faint mewls. She was capable of sound. Mayhap of speech.
    Hope thundered a tattoo against his ribs.
     
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    Something tickled the tip of Xára’s nostrils. She snuggled away the irritation by wrinkling her upper lip. Another tickle. She knuckled the spot. When the itch persisted, she blinked, and peered from under hooded lids. A swirl of curly hair the hue of a deep, golden sunset came into focus, then her fingers resting near a dark flat-tipped nipple, and, when her blurred vision cleared, a massive, sinewy arm.
    Reality crashed away the remnants of her sleep-fuzziness.
    The Viking. The consummation.
    Kissing.
    His mouth on her breasts. His head between her thighs.
    An inferno swept from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She jerked upright.
    Stared at the lazy half-smile dimpling Dráddør’s bronzed cheeks.
    Had it all happened?
    A thunderstorm of epic proportions burst around her.
    The amused expression on Dráddør’s face vanished. He picked her up and set her to one side. “Stay.”
    She rubbed her eyes.
    “Dráddør!”
    The pounding came from the barred door. She recognized the voice as that of Earl Tighe. What was wrong?
    “Dráddør!” Tighe shouted and hammered on the door. “The wind has picked up.”
    The Viking bounded off the bed. “I will be but a moment.”
    Bemused she followed the bunching of his arse cheeks as he walked.
    After removing the bar, he opened the door a crack. “How close?”
    “Before the midday,” Tighe answered.
    Had