Swept off her feet by the savage Norseman who pursued her and made her his, Leta is surprised to find that the feelings she has for Ragnar she also has for his men.
Unable to contain her passion, Leta embraces all of the Vikings, each who have something she can't live without.
Ragnar’s lips felt warm behind my ear and his tongue gave me a little charge when he touched me with it before sucking my earlobe inside his mouth. Vorix put his hand on top of mine and pressed it against himself. In the shadows, his eyes were barely visible, but I knew their pale green color so well that I was able to see it without seeing it. I watched him, watching me, for a long moment until another of Ragnar’s hungry, sucking kisses made me close my eyes as the pleasure of being with him – with both of them – caught up to me and spilled down my back. I felt that old warmth creep up between my thighs, trickling and slow, as a finger traced a line down my chest.
“Why is it...why is it that you’re not jealous?” I asked to either one of them who cared to answer. “You seemed so sure that you owned me, that I was yours way back when you dragged me out from my hiding place in the forest after my village burned? It seems like years ago but really it was only a handful of days.”
Ragnar raised his head and I smelled the oil in his hair that he used to keep it in place. He looked at me for a time. The rise and fall of Vorix’s chest came in time with my own breath. I was about to ask again when the Viking said, “I’ve seen the way your eyes wander. I don’t fault you for it. Nor do I fault him,” at which point he tilted his head to Vorix, “or any of the others. Some things you can keep inside, some things you can’t. I see no reason to fight nature.”
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Published December 27, 2012
by Ashe Land Publications.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.