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thickly muscled slab of delicious ridges and swirls of golden hair.
    Vikar’s mouth descended, kissing a wicked path from the curve of her stomach to where she burned for him. Gods. He couldn’t, wouldn’t. Would he? She wanted to curse this unfamiliar need and open her thighs wider. Press her aching pussy against his talented mouth and demand exactly what she suspected she wanted.
    She wanted him to lick her.
    Take her first with his tongue and then his body.
    Fiery sensations tore through her and maybe him as well, because she felt his raspy groan against her greedy, aching core as he pressed a small, first kiss against her burning clit.
    She jerked, crying out. He was all marauder. Kissing her with a savage finesse. Every part of her quivered with shock and pleasure. Gods, her barbarian knew how to kiss. He mounted a ruthless assault on her clit with his lips and his tongue.
    She submitted even as she fought to control what was happening to her. The burning need, the desperate sensation to pull him closer and lose herself in him overwhelmed her, and Var held her, a welcome anchor in the maelstrom of pleasure. The feel of him behind her—he had her back—was solid and reassuring. She didn’t fly apart while he held her. She wasn’t alone.
    “Let’s see if we can make you feel even better.”
    Oh, gods. She couldn’t. This was too much pleasure. She’d imagined a quick, hard, dirty fuck. A physical act that satisfied her curiosity and took care of the virginity that bound her to Odin’s service. Not this raw, physical connection between her and her Viking. He blew lightly, and she groaned. She needed him. Needed more of his touch.
    He laid siege to her body. No quick Viking raid, all thunder and roar and violence. Instead, he slowly spread her thighs around his face, the rough scratch of the whiskers shading his jaw yet another erotic jolt. Each breath she took flooded her senses with more of him. More Vikar. He smelled of wild and sage and wood smoke, roughly male and exotically foreign. Her hands threaded through his hair, holding him closer. Pulling him wordlessly where she needed him to be.
    He was so damned big. She couldn’t stop him.
    And yet he held himself in check.
    Every cell in her body responded, wept with sensual welcome. His tongue found a sensitive spot on the side of her clit that had her gasping, her fingers tugging at his hair. He was immovable. He’d found what she liked and nothing would stop him from giving it to her.
    “Soft and wet.” His rough praise rolled over her. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in that cage.” His tongue moved lower, finding the entrance to her body, and pressed in. Raw pleasure streaked through her, and she groaned.
    He drew back, watching her face. “I wanted to get inside you.”
    “Whatever you want,” she panted as one large finger tested her entrance. Oh, gods .
    “I’m not a small man,” he warned and tucked his finger against her, forcing just the tip of himself inside the tight flesh. She clenched around him, and he kissed the sensitive fold. Just right. Just enough. Bright, white-hot pleasure.
    She screamed his name, arching into Var’s hold.
    “Yes, just like that,” Var’s husky voice crooned in her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let him make you feel good.”
    Vikar wasn’t done with her. His mouth licked a wicked, wicked path, naughtiness she’d never imagined as he dragged his tongue through the thick folds and his finger pushed deeper inside her. Forcing her to take him, to melt around him.
    “I’m going to kiss you next,” Var warned, and there was no missing the heated press of his erection against her back. “You’re going to scream for both of us, Pure. Take orders from both of us. No mercy.”
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    She hid it well, but his Pure was nervous. He could smell her fear and uncertainty, a cold scent to her skin that didn’t belong. But she was heating up. He’d coax her to come undone. Like a particularly tricky