Genre(s): Historical Fiction, Adult, Erotic, Romance
Published: August 4th 2014
One Warrior Woman.
Two Alpha Northmen.
A love that transcends death.
Welcome to The Men of the North.
Featuring ALL four instalments of the bestselling Men of the North Series.
*This book contains content that may be offensive to some readers.*
These titles can also be purchased individually.
THE VIKING'S PRIZE (The Men of the North #1)
THE VIKING'S CONQUEST (The Men of the North #2)
THE VIKING'S CLAIM (The Men of the North #3)
THE STOLEN WARRIOR (The Men of the North #4)
Varona’s gaze watched his every movement. Her aim on his head didn’t waver either. With her shoulders aching, and her knees starting to burn in the position she was in, she was quite tempted to shimmy down the tree.
After she surveyed that her escape route was non-existent, each man positioned at a direct point of flight, she dropped the bow and sunk down on her butt. Her eyes fixed on the man that was dead set on taking her as one of their slaves.
Every so often, his eyes would lock with hers. The humorous glint that reflected back at her belied his harsh words.
Or perhaps his harsh fucking around was playful to him.
The thick base of the tree vibrated with each thrust at the bark. She knew deep down that the tree wouldn’t last. If she got hurt,she wouldn’t be able to get away. Thorfinn would be able to ravish her, and she would have no fight left in her.
Would he be so bold as to take advantage of her?
Her gaze swept down towards him. His lips wrapped around a bone joint, and he sucked slowly. Varona realized his eyes had never left her—he watched with an ownership that scared the shit out of her and yet had moisture pooling between her legs.
Yes, he would be so bold.
Taking a deep breath and shifting her position, she slung the bow across her chest, over her shoulder, and started down the tree.
Defeat was a powerful thing.
It sunk into the core of her very being, and the urge to weep invaded all parts of her. Tears burned the back of her throat as she slowly made her way down to her doom. Taking in a deep breath before she turned around she caught the scent of fresh meat, mead, and man. Before she could stop her rotation, she was slammed against the tree. A hard body pressed against hers, pinning her in place. Sucking in a shocked breath, she looked up into the glowing hues of Thorfinn. Her body responded instantly, her lips went dry, nipples grew hard, and the ache between her legs drew a whimper from her.
The smile grew on Thorfinn’s lips. Quickly, he disarmed her before one hand locked both her arms behind her back. The arch pushed her breasts forward, making her nipples visible through the fabric of the men’s shirt, a growl rumbled from him. It vibrated against and heated her body.
She felt the flush take her over and she looked away.
“Oh, no you don’t, my sweet Varona,” He rumbled.
His other hand had managed to yank at the leather pulls that kept her trousers up. With a sudden whoosh of chilled air, they puddled at her feet.
“You will look at me while I claim you. You are mine now. You will obey, and you will understand and submit to me. Is that clear, Varona?”
She looked at him, his words dousing chilled water over her arousal.
“Feck you, Thor!”
He grinned before she felt his thick fingers play against her thighs.
Varona whimpered before she clamped her thighs shut against his hand.
Thorfinn pressed harder against her. The bark bit into her flesh, and she cried out. As her lips parted, his mouth crashed against hers, and all thought left her brain. Rationally, she knew it shouldn’t be this easy to lose her senses. The man was taking her most precious thing from her—in front of his men, and her father, no less!
His tongue dominated her mouth, and she tasted the meat and man that assaulted her. Her body flared up like a fire storm, and she pressed back against him. Her own inexperienced tongue toyed with his as he chuckled against her kiss-swollen lips.
“That’s it, good girl,” he rumbled. His fingers now slid through the wet slit of her cunt.
The fight and flight instinct roared back, and she bucked against him just as his thumb circled a tight little bundle of nerves, bringing forth a harsh gust of air from her lungs.
“Oh, for the gods!”
She fell back against the tree, her eyes fluttering shut. His fingers stopped moving forcing her to open them as the ache burned between her thighs.
“You will look in my eyes the whole time I claim you. You will know who owns this tight quim. You will bow, and you will beg! Is that clear?”
She opened her mouth to protest, but his lips took hers again in a bruising kiss. His fingers shoved into her entrance, and she cried out into his mouth. She made weak attempts to overpower him, but he was a skilled lover-the kind women in their village talked and bragged about. She had nothing to offer him. The idea of boring him did something to her chest, and she found she was thrusting against his hand.
His eyes smiled down at her. That glow was possessive.
“That’s it. Take it, own it.”
She couldn’t stop as his fingers went deeper with each thrust, faster. The sound of wet flesh sucking brought the arousal higher. His fingers curved and teased inside her. Her body grew hot, and sweat beaded on her forehead. All the time watching him, her eyes never left his until he would nip at her earlobe or run a wet trail down her neck with his tongue.
“You’re so fucking tight, Varona. Gods, I want you around my cock. I want to pound into you until you are screaming my name and only my name!”
His erotic words were sending her over the edge. Just as his fingers pushed deeper, a pain sliced through her, and she clenched around him. He shifted, looking down at her with wide eyes before satisfaction took over that gaze, and he pulled his fingers out. Her hips followed his retreat, and she cried out.
He laughed. “So wanton now, my Varona. Would you like to come?” He nipped at her bottom lip, and his thumb started to circle that sensitive little numb. Her hips jerked-her body on fire.
She started to tense. His eyes bore into her as she got closer to some sort of event that took over her mind and body. She made mewling sounds like an animal in heat, which filled the quiet woods—and realized it was her.
She begged for more.
Lowering his head, his hot breath kissing her ear before his words filled her entire being.
“Spill that juice all over my hand and come for your Northman!” he growled.
She screamed his name, the sound echoing as she bucked and tried to get more of him. Her eyes closed then, and she collapsed against the tree as waves of hot, agonizing bliss filled her to near exploding into a thousand tiny pieces.
Kisses peppered her cheeks and wet flesh as she started to calm and come down from her high.
“MINE!” he growled against her neck.
One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate.
She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.
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