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stretch of water. Guide her where he needed her to go with a light hand.
    Tonight he gave orders and she took them.
    “Take me in your mouth.”
    She came right to her knees. No hesitation. And maybe he should have hesitated, because when she palmed him, he about came in her hand. Her palms were warm, and she wrapped him up one finger at a time, as if measuring the length of him. He was no small man, but damned if she didn’t make him feel large as Ymir, the ice giant.
    “Now.” No hiding the rough need in his voice, but she’d offered herself. And he wanted this , so badly his hands shook with his need. Her own hands slid up, curling her palms around the tip of his cock, and her head went down. And down.
    On occasion, his lovers had offered him this service, but none so enthusiastically. She gave him her eyes, holding nothing back from him. No, she watched him as she took him deep, his wet, hard length pushing through the soft ring of her lips. Her tongue stroked him once, twice, as, gods, the sweet suction threatened to send him right over the edge.
    He jerked, and she groaned before sliding her mouth over his greedy member once more. Gods, yes. He fucked her mouth like he wanted to fuck her, and there was nothing nice about how she made him feel. He was a rutting barbarian bastard, but she’d chosen him and chosen this.
    Var’s hands pressed her thighs apart.
    She resisted, for just a moment. “Open up,” Vikar demanded. “Now, Pure.”
    She gasped around him, but the hard swat Var planted on her ass had her sinking down further on his finger. Riding him. Taking him.
    His stubborn, fierce Pure needed to be mastered. And Vikar was just the Viking to do it.
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    Just like that, Var’s touch sent her over the edge.
    “Yes.” The word ripped from her as the unexpected orgasm rippled through her. Vikar pulled his cock free from her mouth, and she reached for him even as she arched in Var’s arms.
    So much, so fast.
    Would they mount her now? Would they push her down, spread her legs wider? That one wicked finger took her and pleasured her, and she knew these men would be larger. Rougher. Vikar’s cock didn’t fit in her mouth, so how was she supposed to take him all the way into her body?
    Nerves. She wasn’t supposed to feel nerves . She was an ice maiden. Cold. Calm. Logical. Oh, gods, there was nothing cold about the way her Vikings made her feel.
    But he kissed her and he touched—and Var did as well—and all those fears slipped away in the heat they roused in her. Var licked the soft curve of her breast, curling his tongue around her nipple and sucking the delicate flesh in a long, hot assault on her senses. Hands found her stomach and breasts, her thighs, explored on and in her, and she rode their fingers as they stroked her, pumped her. Not hurting her, but inexorable. Forcing her to ride out the pleasure with them.
    “That’s once.” Rough promise filled Vikar’s voice. One orgasm wasn’t enough. She panted for air, their nest of covers too hot, her skin slick with sweat. Two tongues tasted and pleasured, and all she could do was hang on for the dark ride, her sex wet and needing.
    Vikar moved down her belly, smoothing over the soft curve. His fingers parted her, holding her open for his kiss. She cried out, fingers clenching on his shoulders. She wanted to touch him, to give him this pleasure too, but holding on was all she could do now. And feel . Odin, how he made her feel. Pleasure whipped through her as he kissed her and kissed her, his fingers dancing knowingly over her soaked folds as his tongue explored.
    Behind her, Var shifted, sliding lower. His hands cupped her ass, massaging her.
    “More kisses,” Var rumbled from behind her. “That’s all, baby.”
    His hands gently parted her cheeks, and she recognized instinctively what he intended. Her muscles clenched in anticipation, nerves. Wicked .
    A rough cheek pressed against the curve of her ass, waiting for her to relax or to tense