Viking's Orders by Anne Marsh Read Free Book Online

careful.”
    “I want to fuck you,” Vikar said.
    Var elbowed him as her eyes widened. He’d gotten it wrong, but he’d always been more animal than man.
    “Yes,” she said, “but be careful. Don’t—” She waved a hand. “Don’t change on me. Don’t go berserk .”
    “Yes. I promise.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down.
    She was nervous.
    So for a moment he just stroked her, enjoying the contrast of his scarred, sun-darkened finger against the softness of her breast. Her skin was as white and unmarked as her own name, while he was an animal and a brute.  They’d already established that. Bending his head, he tasted her, easing his tongue along that secret curve where the corslet had marked her. A tide of lust surged hard and fast in him with just that small taste. The beast clawed for release, and he pushed it back down. No . He wasn’t an animal. And she’d asked him to be careful.
    He drew his head back.
    “Taste her,” he invited his brother. Var moved closer, and although Pure sucked in a breath, she stayed put. His good girl. She was keeping her promises.
    “Be—” Her tongue darted out to swipe at her lower lip. So soft. So vulnerable. “Be gentle.”
    “Too many commands.” He wanted no more orders. This was his night. His turn. “Right now, I want to see you. All of you. I want to taste you. Touch you.”
    Vikar drew down her pants and the lacy panties, and she let him. Var’s hands joined his, and the other man’s breath caught roughly at the pretty sight. His Pure might be nervous, but she was sensual. Excited. He’d make this damned good for her. He’d contain his berserker side.
    The bear wouldn’t come out to play.
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    “Open up for us, baby,” Vikar rasped, leaning in and stroking a hard hand along her thigh. “Let us see that wet pussy of yours. Let me see what you need. You’re going to want this. Every sweet touch. Every kiss. That’s a promise.”
    His hand pushed gently. She’d dreamed secretly of this kind of passion, this kind of lover, for years. Valhalla was a cold, empty place for a Valkyrie maiden. Tonight changed all that. Tonight Vikar set her free.
    Sensation beat through her, unfamiliar nerve endings firing to life with each soft, deliberate stroke of his fingertips. His was the hand of a warrior, calloused from centuries of swordplay and sailing. He’d learned his way around a weapon, a longship—and now her body. That was good, though. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She spread her thighs wider and drank in his hoarse curse.
    “That’s a perfect sight.” He moved over her, staring at that part of her that was drenched for him. She’d known he was a fighter and a mercenary. She’d recognized, on a primitive feminine level, that he’d dominate in bed because he was alpha and a man who led. He fought for what he wanted every day of his life, and tonight’s foreplay was simply one more battle. She hadn’t realized, however, what sweet pleasure losing could be.
    “Shall we touch you right here? Just a little, to see what pleases you best?”
    He didn’t move. Damn him, he waited for the words like they had all the time in the world.
    “Vikar,” she gritted out.
    She’d kill him.
    After he touched her.
    “You ask for it,” he growled. “That’s how this works. My rules, Pure. You tell me what you want and what you’ll do when I give it to you. And I’ll make sure you come tonight.”
    “Now,” she demanded.
    He shook his head. His fingertips moved closer, so close. “You tell me first.”
    “Touch me.”
    “See? Not so hard after all. And now for your reward.” His finger eased through her wet pussy, parting the swollen folds. “You’re going to taste so sweet, baby. Sugar sweet.”
    He nodded over her shoulder to Var, and the other man moved closer, pulling her back against his hard chest.  Even though she’d had eyes only for Vikar back there in the pit, Var was no mean sight himself. His chest was a