Wanted by the Viking by Joanna Davis Read Free Book Online

If that's what he thought however, he was in for a surprise.
                  And she'd tell him so too, as soon as someone removed the gag from her mouth.
                  The moment she was free she intended to jump overboard with the child and swim for the nearest coast. She was strong. She could manage a few miles at sea. That's if her arms and legs weren't numb from the damn ties!
                  She adjusted herself again as Grayson walked by humming. The foolish man had the audacity to wink at her, as if this were all in good fun! He'd abducted her, breaking their bargain. She would not trust him to keep his word again.
                  Kendra knew now that the gigantic warrior planned on keeping her indefinitely. She could admit to herself that the thought wasn't entirely unpleasant- if he'd asked instead of just taking! She'd come to enjoy his touch, and even appreciate his company. But to be his woman forever was a different matter altogether! She was still a healer and did not want to lose that part of herself.
                  Several hours passed without incident, the boredom lulling her to doze off even in the uncomfortable position she was in. Once or twice, a stoic Viking brought her something to drink, even dribbling milk for the babe. At last the men seemed to spring into action, hoisting this and pulling at that. The ship was a flurry of motion. Kendra made herself ready to flee. If they were close to shore then there was a good chance she could escape.
                  Just then Grayson's thick calves came into view. She wrenched her neck to stare up at him with unconcealed malice. But the stupid man just smiled at her with something akin to glee.
                  "Mhhffffffrahhh!"
                  He patted her head reassuringly.
                  "Don't be frightened, woman. We are here!"
                  She followed the direction he was pointing in and her eyes grew wide with awe. It was a bustling port, a true Viking stronghold. They had crossed the ocean, instead of sailing up the coast as she had hoped.
                  Now she was well and truly stuck.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Grayson hoisted his woman onto his lap, settling her bound body against him before accepting the baby that Ulric handed up. He smiled at the infant and nestled her into Kendra's lap. He put one arm on the child and grabbed the bridle. Behind him, the donkey was laden down with his portion of the spoils the warriors had taken.
                  It had been a good season.
                  He squeezed the tempting flesh of the silent woman in his arms.
                  A very, very good season.
                  "Are you thirsty woman?"
                  She said nothing. That's when he remembered the gag in her mouth. Gently, he pulled it free.
                  "Here, have a sip of wine. 'Tis good Flemish wine."
                  "Stolen most likely."
                  She sounded surly but she opened her mouth and drank deeply all the same. He chuckled.
                  "Twas fairly won. We are the stronger, and the stronger wins the spoils."
                  She said nothing but made a disdainful harumphing sound. He chuckled some more, grabbing a round breast and squeezing. She squealed indignantly and wiggled, bringing her bottom in direct contact with his loins.
                  By Odin, his woman pleased him!
                  Grayson had never had anything of such value before. He had a newly finished hut, some wealth, and a remarkably fine woman to keep his furs warm.
                  He could hardly believe his good fortune as he rode out of town with a wide grin across his face. The countryside rolled by as he