They chained her to me.
A fragile clan heiress, scarred by old betrayals, traded for alliance in this smoke-thick hall. Her eyes dare me even as she trembles. I've leashed my berserker rage through a hundred raids, but one look at her untouched curves, and the beast strains against its bonds.
Tonight's our wedding rite.
Torchlight dances over furs strewn across the chamber floor. She stands defiant, analytical fire in her gaze, as if she could cage what storms inside me. But I see it, the unvoiced hunger she fights. My massive frame eclipses her, sweat already beading on skin honed by battle. Every inch of me hungers to shatter her isolation, to plunge into that virgin heat with savage possession no strategy can contain.
Our touches ignite chaos.
A hand at her waist pulls a gasp that feeds the madness. Loyalties clash like axes, fragile trust fracturing under the weight of this pull. She craves my ruinous claiming yet fears the devouring that follows. I growl promises against her throat, my size overwhelming her slight form in desperate, angry collisions that echo off stone walls. Surrender tempts her like madness; denial torments me like chains.
Her clan's fate hangs on this bedding.
My restraint unravels, her heart the final casualty. One moonlit grove ritual pulses in my blood, bared souls and bared flesh demanding everything. Will she yield to the beast without the fire consuming us both?
A full-length Viking historical erotic romance featuring a dominant berserker warrior and defiant virgin bride.
