I dragged her kicking from the raid's smoking ruins, her wrists already chafing against the ropes I'd tied myself.
A captive thrall, all sharp tongue and buried terror, eyes like storm-tossed seas daring me to crush her spirit.
I told myself she'd break easy. Warm my bed, bear my seed, fade into the longhouse shadows like the rest.
But gods, that defiance hooked deeper than any axe blow.
She fights every command, sarcasm lashing like a whip in the chill square under the village stares.
Hates the collar I fastened, the hand that claims her hip in the night.
Yet when I pull her close by the crackling hearth, sweat gleaming on her skin, she yields.
Body first. A fertile arch against me, gasps echoing as I breed her deep, rune-shadows dancing on the walls.
Her surrender tastes like mead and victory, but it stirs something feral in my chest I never knew slept there.
I've raided coasts, spilled blood for glory, always the unyielding raider with a longhouse full of echoes.
Never a woman who twists possession into this ache.
She craves the brutal shield of my arm against the village wolves, won't admit how my grip turns fear to hunger.
In the misty grove, amid glowing rune-stones, her breathless pleas blur my conqueror's roar into a growl of need.
One thrust at a time, hatred melts toward obsession. My protector becomes her ruin.
What breaks first?
Her fragile trust in this hostile world, or the iron hold I thought I'd forged alone?
She was mine to own.
Now her fire threatens to claim the warrior who chained her.
A full-length Breeding Viking erotic romance featuring a possessive Norseman raider and his defiant fertile thrall.
