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A horde of battle-hardened warriors.
A village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine reluctant brides
Life is perilous and
the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no
lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Happy Reading... your Viking warrior
book boyfriends await.
The switch split the air again, the
piercing whistle sounding the instant before willow
“Be still. And settle.” He did not
command her to keep her feet on the floor, she could no longer reach in any
case.
Eithne panted, struggling to
assimilate the pain. Brandr waited, allowed her a few moments’ respite in which
to collect herself, then he delivered the next stroke.
Beyond screaming now, Eithne hissed
and wept into the blanket. But she remained still. Brandr did not draw the
punishment out—he was almost as keen as she would be to see an end to this. The
final four strokes, two to each thigh, were administered in quick succession,
then he tossed the switch on the floor.
“You may get up, now.”
Eithne did not move. She was panting
hard, still crying softly, her small fists clenching and unclenching in the
rough wool blanket. The stripes on her bottom and thighs glowed like beacons in
the guttering lamplight. Never had he seen a more beautiful, more sensual
vision than this, and his cock throbbed solid within his trousers.
He had to have her. It was that
simple. If he did not, his balls would surely shatter. Or worse, shrivel to
dust.
Brandr loosened his trousers to free
his swollen cock, then lifted her right knee onto the edge of the chest in
order to fully open her to him. He placed the crown of his erection at her
entrance.
“Eithne…?” He growled her name, seeking
her consent, though not entirely certain what he would do if she did not give
it. He could not force her, but neither could he bear to wait.
“Please…” she whispered.
He leaned forward, nudged his cock a
fraction deeper. “Eithne?” he repeated. “Little Pict…?”
“Please, I want you… Now.”
He needed to hear no more. Brandr
rocked his hips, and his cock filled her. He drove deep, groaned as her walls
convulsed around him, squeezing and caressing and welcoming his intrusion.
He withdrew half his length, then
slammed forward again, balls-deep.
Eithne moaned, though not in pain, he
was certain of that. Her fists relaxed, and he leaned over her, lacing his
large fingers between her delicate ones. He drove his cock forward again,
measuring his thrusts to her throaty response. She seemed to appreciate the
harder, faster strokes, so he delivered more of those, schooling himself not to
lose control. He would see her sated, her reward for the courage she had shown,
the trust and fortitude.
He released her hand and reached
under her, seeking the sensitive nub he knew would send her flying. It took
just two well-honed caresses across the tip of her nub and she shattered
beneath him. Brandr waited a few moments more, just enough to be sure, then he
let out a hoarse shout of his own. His balls cramped, then he stiffened, went
quite still as ropes of semen filled his Pictish bride.
Yes, he decided, as his passion ebbed and his senses returned. Eithne of Achnaryrie would suit him very
well indeed.
You do that so very well...!
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