I saw her first in the mud-slick pens, flame-red hair blazing under the torches like a challenge to the gods themselves.
Chained thralls whimpered around her, but this one? She lifted her chin, eyes spitting defiance at the bidders circling like wolves.
One look, and I knew.
She'd be mine.
Or I'd burn the market down trying.
I outbid the lot of them, my gold silencing the hammers.
They dragged her to me for inspection, sweat-glistened skin glowing in the shadows of my tent, every curve a taunt against her irons.
I traced the lines of her, testing that fire in her glare, feeling her tremble not from fear alone.
But when I yanked her close, her breath hitched - a yield wrapped in fury that hooked deeper than any blade.
This woman, born to kneel yet fighting every inch, she undid me.
Ownership demands everything.
I collar her myself, the metal biting soft under harvest flames, marking what's mine amid the market's roar.
Nights blur into fevered claims - her on her knees in the longship's hold, body arching under my weight, mouth parting for commands she hates to love.
Her sarcasm bites like salt on wounds, breathless denials crumbling as I take her again, harder, until surrender drips from her lips.
Yet tenderness creeps in, unbidden, a weakness I growl away.
She sees too much, this thrall who mocks my ruin.
Her freedom hangs by my whim, self-respect ground under my boot or forged in my bed.
One wrong master, and she's lost forever - body bartered, spirit shattered.
But with me? It's salvation edged in possession, where yielding defiance twists us both.
I demand her soul.
She craves the fall.
What if her fire consumes us before I can chain it?
A full-length Viking master/slave erotic romance featuring a possessive Viking raider and his defiant flame-haired thrall.
