I captain a longship through fog-choked seas, where men live by blade and blood oath.
But nothing prepared me for her.
The highborn envoy with eyes like storm-tossed jade, her voice a husky whip of denial wrapped in duty's iron chains. She came to forge peace with words and treaties. Instead, she ignited a hunger in me, in all of us, that no fjord wind could quench.
One glance across the salt-lashed deck, and her poised restraint cracked under my stare. The crew felt it too, their loyalty shifting like the tide, throbbing with the promise of her yield. I should have turned her back to shore. Protected her from the wolves at my command. But her gnawing ache mirrored my own hidden tenderness, that raw vulnerability I bury beneath command.
In the dim hold, wave-crash drowning our gasps, sweaty limbs tangle as she surrenders breath by breath. Torchlight gilds her skin slick with salt and want on bloodwood planks, the crew's hands marking her as ours. Fog-veiled fjords swallow her muffled cries, each one a blade to my control. She's defiant trust incarnate, unraveling in our shared possession, her body arching into the peril we offer.
This woman who craves reckless freedom won't admit it. Not yet. Her diplomatic honor, that hard-won independence, her fragile heart, all dangle over the edge of our unrelenting claim. I've led raids that felled kingdoms, but leading her into this voracious fire? It bares my soul mid-battle, gravel in my throat as I growl her name into the night.
What if her chains snap us all?
A full-length Viking Menage erotic romance featuring a defiant highborn envoy and the possessive longship captain with his voracious crew.
