VIKING THRALL (Historical Romance, Medieval, Viking) by Joanna Davis Read Free Book Online

alone. After all, I can do what I please with you. Isn't that right?"
                  "Please- don't!"
                  "Isn't that right?"
                  "Aye."
                  He brushed his hand over her hair.
                  "Fear not thrall. I plan to keep your delectable treasures to myself."
                  He saw gratitude in her eyes and realized he wanted to kiss her then and there. He frowned. He must not show weakness to his slave or his men. She was his to enjoy, that was all.
                  "Another bite thrall. And pour me some wine. You may share my cup."
                  "Aye Magnus."
                  He was suspicious whenever his recalcitrant thrall was too agreeable. But he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she was coming around to his way of thinking at last.
                  Perhaps she finally understood that she must do whatever she could in her power to please him.
                  Her life depended on it.
                  She poured some wine and offered it to him. He noticed the fear in her eyes. He had convinced her then.
                  'Twas good.
                  For some strange reason though, Magnus didn't like it. Didn't she know he would never truly harm her? She was too fair, too delicate, too desirable. He would protect her from all harm, all the while keeping her for himself and himself alone.
                  He felt a strong urge to set her at ease. But that would not gain him what he wanted. Not quickly anyway.
                  Magnus frowned, downing his wine. For the first time in his life, he was unsure how to proceed. His inclination was to take what he wanted of her, innocent or no. But his second instinct was to treasure and pamper her.
                  The whole thing was absurd. One did not pamper a thrall. Not in the world as he knew it.
                  Then again, Esme was no ordinary thrall…
                  "Come slave. I command you to sit in my lap."
                  She looked horrified as he pulled her against his chest. His manhood was already stirring from their food play. Now he had a real reason to be aroused. Her plump bottom pressed against him. Her sweet smell enveloped him. Her round breasts and pretty face were on display in close proximity.
                  He could not resist the urge to tease her a bit more.
                  "Here, have some wine. I know how agreeable it makes you…"
                  She stiffened up, holding the wine in front of her. He nudged her and she sipped it daintily, making him laugh. He'd laughed more around his new thrall than he had in a year.
                  Nay, two years.
                  He fed her a few bites and she fed him as he bid her. All around them the men fell to talking. Magnus let the sound wash over him. He felt oddly at peace.
                  "Arne is skulking around our borders again."
                  Arne was a young warrior from further up the coast who had split with his own family over some sort of blood feud. The arrogant young warrior and his followers had set up camp on their own. But it was a little too close for Magnus's liking.
                  Magnus glanced at Harald, an oversized Viking with a large belly and booming voice. He waited for Olric to tell him that there was no cause for concern, but instead Olric was frowning.
                  "Vidar, what do you think? You stayed behind with Sigrid during the last raid. Is there any danger?"
                  Vidar was one of the few married warriors amongst them. His wife Sigrid had given birth just before they left on the last raid, making him the sensible choice to stay behind as protector