Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She blushes.
“A family?”
“Aye,” I growl, sliding a hand to her belly. “I want my heir in your womb, sweetness. I want to breed you until you’re full and ripe with child.”
I scoop her into my arms, and when she moans, I kiss them away with my lips until her arms are around my neck and I’ve forgotten how long since I’ve breathed.
“Taking you may have been wrong, Rhona, but—”
“I’m glad you did,” she whispers into my lips.
I grin. “I was going to say, ‘but I’d do it a thousand more times.’”
Her lips crush to mine, turn tongues dueling as the fire roars through me.
“Tonight,” I purr softly, kissing her tenderly.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, right now, the minute we get back to my camp…”
I level my eyes with hers, and I see the answer before I even tell her, or bother asking.
“Tonight, we’ll wed.”
Fire blazes in her eyes, and she’s kissing me hungrily before I even know what hits me.
“Yes,” she moans softly into my mouth.
“Be my bride, my love,” I growl. “My little warrior queen.”
“Yes,” she moans again, our lips crushing together as the moon glows bright, the stars twinkle, and the ocean crashes softly against the shore.
Chapter 11
Rhona
My arms tighten around him as the horse slows from gallop to trot. My face presses to Tor’s back, my lips brushing his bare shoulder as he reins in the stallion as we arrive back at the camp.
Everything feels… different now. Bigger. Like the world has opened up for me. I know it’s all to attribute that to losing my virginity to the savage, amazing man I’m clinging to. But I know that’s it. Maybe not just the act itself, but in truly giving myself to him. For years—maybe my whole life—I’ve thought of Vikings and especially of the infamous Tor Odinson as barely-human demonic creatures living off the blood of their victims. But now that I’m here, in the midst of them, and with Tor, I know how wrong I’ve been.
I know he’s so much more than that. And now, he’s about to be something else, too.
…My husband.
The camp is somewhat quieter than it was before, though people are still up, drinking and telling stories around a few fires scattered around the camp. Tor helps me down from the horse and turns to whistle at and beckon to a group near the main bonfire.
“Freya!”
A tall, lithe, absolutely stunning blonde looks up from the wicked-looking knife she’s been honing with a whetstone. Tor nods at her and she stands, pushing her braided hair over one shoulder as she moves towards us. Her fierce, ice-blue Nordic eyes sweep over me, and I find my hand tightening in Tor’s.
“You must be Rhona.”
The iciness melts from her face as she approaches, and she smiles as she says it.
“Rhona, this is Freya,” Tor rumbles. “Frey, can you help her with some clothes?”
“Of course, my jarl.” She raises a brow, smirking. “Anything in particular?”
Tor grins widely. “A dress, if you even own one.”
Freya sighs, shaking her head as she turns to roll her eyes at me, gesturing at Tor. “He likes to think he knows women.” She grins, leaning close conspiratorially. “He doesn’t, does he.”
I laugh as Tor scowls at the both of us.
“Well, do you?”
Freya sighs. “Well, no.”
Tor snorts.
“But there was that trunk full of finery that was in that merchant vessel a few weeks ago.”
“See if you can find something that fits her, please.”
“What’s the occasion?”
Tor and I glance at each other, and his big hand squeezes mine gently as he lifts it to his lips to kiss.
“A wedding.”
Freya frowns and opens her mouth when suddenly, her eyes go wide.
“Really?!”
Tor smiles, nodding. “Tonight, Freya. Tell the others. I would very much like them there. And if you could find the Gothar and have him ready the ritual.”
He turns, pulling me into him and dipping low to kiss me deeply. I blush at the affection with someone right here watching us, but the more he kisses me, the more I forget the rest of the world even exists.
…He’s apparently very good at doing that.
“I will come for you soon, my little queen,” he growls, kissing me once more before turning to nod at Freya before he heads off.
“Well…” Freya raises her brows at me, her white teeth flashing as she smiles. “Apparently you’ve stolen his heart.”
I blush, looking down.
“Oh, I don’t—”
“I do.” Freya folds her arms over her chest, eying me. “Don’t let his gruff, heartless savage act fool you. The man most certainly has a heart, trust me. And it’s yours now.”
There’s an edge of warning in her voice, and for a moment, I bristle, eyeing her with a new light. She’s beautiful, and tall, and lithe, and a fierce warrior just like him. And suddenly, all sorts of self-doubt and jealousy start to bleed into my veins.
Freya catches it too, because she starts to grin as she shakes her head.