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  “This is crazy,” she said to herself, and stared at the fullness of his lips.

  He leaned in another inch until their mouths touched just barely.

  “I should just kick you in the balls right now.” She whispered a little seductively, smiled even. But she was still chained, still unable to get away, even if her pussy was wet at the moment.

  Moving back an inch, she lifted her leg and rattled the chain a little bit. He didn’t move right away, maybe contemplating if she’d run, but he finally bent down and undid the ties. When he stood he took her in his arms, pulled her close once more, and before she knew what was happening kissed her harshly. She moaned, not being able to hold the sound in. He wore this thick leather and fabric coat, the material going down to his ankles. Fur lined the collar, and the scent of him invaded her senses.

  She smoothed her hands over his wide shoulders, curled her nails into the fur and leather, and opened her mouth. She wanted to taste him, wanted his scent on her, filling her, consuming her. He stroked his tongue along hers, sucked on it, and groaned. When he turned them, started walking her toward the pallet, she felt the throbbing of his cock against her belly, and almost couldn’t find the strength to do what she was about to do.

  I want this, want him, but I have to think about myself.

  “If we’d met under different circumstances I could see myself letting you do whatever you wanted.” She broke away from the kiss, looked into his eyes, and without thinking about it, she brought her knee up, right into his crotch. He grunted, his eyes widening for a second before he fell to one knee and cupped himself.

  Agata didn’t wait, didn’t even think about it. She’d already had her bag packed with her personal items, a few pieces of fruit, and she knew that if she did manage to get away she might very well die out there in the cold and wilderness.

  Taking off out of the hut, she ran toward the right, hoping, praying, she was running toward the village. They may not have helped her before, but maybe if they saw her again, and she tried to explain as best she could that she needed help, they’d take pity on her? Either way she had to get away, had to find her way back home.

  The underbrush wasn’t frozen yet, but it was hard, cold, and she didn’t have much on aside from the thin shift and leather coat Stian had given her. She tightened her hold on her purse, knowing that she shouldn’t have worried about her personal items, because here they didn’t mean anything. But Agata couldn’t part with her things from back home, couldn’t leave them behind with that heathen.

  The heathen you want, desire, and grow wet for.

  Shaking her head she focused on moving forward, not about to look behind her and see if he was following. He was following her; she knew that, felt it in her bones. She had to have the strength that she could get through this, because being a man’s property, having him touch her because he thought he had a right to it because he’d “captured” her, was not the life she wanted.

  She saw the town through the break in the woods, and ran harder. Her feet and legs ate up the distance, and she felt sweat bead along her spine and between her breasts. Her injuries were healing nicely, almost all the way mended, but she felt a twinge of discomfort in her arm. That wasn’t her concern right now.

  Tearing through the part in the trees, she stumbled forward and into the village. A few blonde haired, blue eyed children looked at her, but promptly ran away to their small, rustic and crude looking homes.

  “Help me. God, can’t you hear me? Help me!” She shouted louder, screamed them out, and ran past the huts to the center of the village. A few men came running out, weapons in hands. Agata held up her hands, showing them she had no weapons and wasn’t a threat. “Help me … please.”

  The men started shouting at her in their language, and holding up their axes and swords. She stopped, everyone coming closer to her. Their expressions and words were angry and directed right at her. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins hard and angry, and Agata felt lightheaded, frightened, and pissed. They came closer though, and she turned around, looking at the men that were no doubt about to mob her for reasons she assumed were because of Stian.

  “What the hell is wrong with all of you?” She hadn’t meant it in the literal sense, because judging by the way they lived, the angry looks on their faces as they stared at her, Agata knew these people clearly lived by their own set of rules. Hot, angry tears fell from her eyes, and she grew hot from her rage that these people were blinded by their hatred. She knew they hated him, and that they hated her for associating with Stian. Didn’t they know that she hadn’t willingly gone to him? “You’re attacking me over what … Stian?”

  They went crazier then, yelling and shouting, tossing their hands in the air. Even the women had come closer, spitting on the ground in front of her. Then they charged forward. One of the men grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and she cried out. They kept screaming out the same word: Dýr.

  Over and over they shouted that word, and she knew it was so wrong to leave, to think she had any hope of finding help with these heathens. They were worse than Stian, brutal and hated her when they knew nothing of her, when she was associating with a man they clearly hated. But why, why did they hate Stian? What had he done to them?

  The sound of something loud, dangerous, and almost animal-like, resounded through the village. She spun around, out of the grasp of the man that held her, and turned back around to kick him in the cock. He grunted and fell forward, dropping his sword in the process so he could grab himself.

  She didn’t waste a moment to grab the sword and start swinging at the men that came forward again, their weapons poised at her. The sounds of a man shouting above the rest, yelling out “konna” had her turning and seeing Stian charging forward. He had a mallet in one hand, one that almost looked like it was used to tenderize meat, and an ax in the other.

  Stian was swinging at the men that came after him. He was outnumbered, but these men weren’t a match for Stian and his skills. She turned just as a woman picked up a rock and was about to hurl it at her. Agata used the butt of the sword and slammed it in the woman’s forehead, having her stumble back and drop the rock. Good. The bitch wanted to come after her then Agata would show her she wasn’t some weakling

  Looking at Stian again, she watched in awe as he took out each man that came forward. They were relentless as they shouted things at him, tried to take him out with their weapons, but Stian was taking them out as if they were flies. She noticed he didn’t outright kill them, which she wouldn’t have faulted him for if he had, since clearly these people were insane. He knocked them out, stabbed them in the shoulder or leg, incapacitating them so they were no longer a threat.

  “Hitta vi, konna.” He held his hand out, having dropped his ax a second ago. Someone charged at Stian, and he knocked them out, his hand still outstretched to her. “Agata, hitta vi.”

  He wanted her to come to him, and that was clear as he gestured her forward. She didn’t waste a moment, because even if he kept her chained up, even if she’d run from him, right now he’d come after her, was protecting her, saving her, and she felt this connection with him as she stared at the warrior he was.

  The plaits on the side of his head swung around his face as he blocked a sword with his ax. She didn’t wait another minute to go to him. She moved forward, swung the sword out to a man that crept up to her a little too closely, and when her hand was in Stian’s he pulled her close. He sliced his sword through a man’s arm, and without fighting anymore took off with her pressed tightly to his side.

  She didn’t look back, didn’t wait to see if they would follow. She ran, as hard and fast as he was, not sure what in the hell had caused those fuckers to attack, but fearing that if Stian hadn’t shown up she’d be as good as dead right now. But her curiosity and will to live got the better of her, and she looked over her shoulder for a second. They stood at the line of trees, but clearly wouldn’t venture any further. The villagers shouted until Agata couldn’t hear
or see them anymore, and when they finally reached Stian’s home and they were in the hut he started pacing and cursing.

  He didn’t wear his fur-lined jacket, and she saw a few cuts on his flesh, blood trailing down. He was angry with her, and she knew rightly so. If she hadn’t been so foolish as to run off, thinking that maybe those people would help even though they had been hostile the first time she’d seen them, they wouldn’t have had to fight for their lives.

  “You’re hurt,” she said mainly to herself, and went over to where the basin of water was kept. She grabbed some rags, needing to tend to him because she’d caused this, and she could take responsibility where it was due. Yes, she wanted to go home, and yes, he had no right to keep her here against her will, but he’d saved her life twice, tended her when she’d been injured, and now saved her life when those fuckers had attacked her.

  When she turned with the basin and cloth in hand, she saw that he had his hands curled into fists, his eyes narrowed and trained right on her. Stealing herself, Agata moved closer, looked at his chest, and stopped when she was only inches from him. Dipping the cloth in the water, and then bringing it to his chest, she ran the thin, small piece of fabric along one of the cuts but kept her gaze on his face. He looked so angry with her, and a part of her, a small, silly part, wished she hadn’t left, that way he wouldn’t be hurt or upset by her. Of course the much louder, stronger part said she’d done the right thing, even if it hadn’t ended the way she’d wanted.

  Patting the wounds with the cloth, she looked at his chest and noticed they were just superficial. He took hold of her face with his big hands, cupped her cheeks, and looked down at her lips. He whispered something low, almost needy in nature. Before she knew what was happening, or could focus on the fact she was really going here with Stian, he kissed her.

  His lips were firm, full, and the flavor of him reminded her of the kiss they’d shared before she’d kneed him in the groin. The bowl dropped from her hand as her fingers started tingling, and water splashed along her feet. She braced her hands on his thick biceps, knowing that what she was going to allow happen went against all reasoning and common sense. But right now she didn’t care. God, she didn’t care.

  Chapter Seven

  He moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until her gripped her hips. Stian flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter would be fast, furious, and so heated that it would be like she had disconnected from her body. The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished. He kissed a path along her collarbone, his voice low, growling in intensity.

  She breathed out heavily. Only Stian, a man she hardly knew, and should hate with a passion, had such heated, crazy feelings moving through her. Stian made her wet and so ready to take him into her body. He ground his hardness into her belly, and she gasped.

  “No, Stian, don’t stop,” she said even though there was a language barrier. He grabbed onto his arms and pulled him closer, groaned against her neck, and ran his tongue up the length of her throat until a shiver worked its way through her. Agata grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his short hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.

  He flared his nostrils, and his eyes glazed over with lust. She could see it as much as she felt it. She glanced down at his mouth, and for the first time in her life she threw caution to the wind and didn’t think about anything but allowing herself to feel good. Agata took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Stian had. He groaned against her mouth, and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head. He broke the kiss, pulled her head back, and growled out something in his native tongue.

  She gasped when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse. He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening he had her shift pushed up, and had his hand between her thighs.

  “Oh, God,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist when he lifted her easily off the ground. He moved them backward until the pallet stopped him from advancing. The hot, hard length of him rubbed along her inner thigh through his leathers, and she felt this gush of moisture leave her. He claimed her mouth once more, and speared his tongue between her lips.

  Running his hand up her ribcage, he grabbed a breast, moved his fingers to the collar of the shift, and in one swift movement tore the material open. Her breasts sprang free, shook back and forth, and her nipples hardened further from the chill in the air. He immediately took possession of one of her breasts with his mouth, swirled his tongue around the already stiff peak, and sucked it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.

  She moaned and grabbed Stian’s wide shoulders for support. His hot breath skimmed over her flesh, causing her to suck in a deep breath of air. He moved from her nipple and licked a path between her breasts and back up the column of her neck, lightly sucking and scraping his teeth over the skin below her ear.

  Agata shivered at the harsh deepness, and despite not being able to understand him she just knew that what he said was erotic, dominating. Taking in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, of the scars and fresh wounds that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted, Agata felt herself shiver in response. She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden, and hard skin. Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment, even if her mind and body waged war right now.

  He still had on his leathers, but the outline of his thick, long cock was on full display as it pressed against the material. And as if he read her mind he undid the laces of his leathers, pushed the material down his strong thighs, and his erection jutted forward.

  “Ég vil finna wramth þína í kringum miganki. Yenvilla tooka.” He gripped himself, took hold of that big fucking dick in his hand, and started stroking himself. He was long and thick, and she pulled her focus away from his shaft, and looked into his face. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.

  He pulled his foreskin back with every upstroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum coming into view and having her insides clench with desire. Yeah, Agata was really doing this, and damn the consequences.

  ****

  She was gorgeous and innocent, and so very shy in the way she looked at him, but so strong in the way she acted that his cock thrust forward. Stian had been trying to rein in his desires for her since he chose her all those days ago, but now there was no need to do that, not when she seemed so very willing. He was angry with her for leaving, and upset that she almost got injured because the villagers had taken their hatred for him out on her because she associated with Stian.

  Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy body. Her thick, blonde waves moved over her shoulders and across her breasts. He’d torn her shift down the front, but now he wanted it gone. He wanted to see her naked with only her long, blonde hair covering her peach colored skin. Stian wanted to have to lift the thick strands away to see the treasures that lay hidden, to see the patch of blonde hair covering her pussy. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was frightened, but her arousal far outweighed that.

  He moved toward her until there was only a foot that separated them now. “Wife, I could look at your sweet body all night and be just as satisfied as if I was buried deep inside of you.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin, and he was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. “One day we will understand each other, and you’ll scream my name, and beg me for more in my native language.”

  Agata licked those red, succulent lips of hers, ones that he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock, sucking at him until he got of
f.

  She was his wife, maybe not officially, but in his heart he’d already claimed her, and he was about to cement that with his body now as well.

  “I would never harm you, Agata, never allow anyone to hurt you. I’d kill them, and strike them down until nothing was left.” He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away. Moving closer to her, he smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist. “I can only assume you’re nervous about what will happen tonight, but I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He moved his gaze over her collarbones and down to where the swells of her breasts rose and fell harshly from her breathing.

  Her breasts were bountiful, and his fingers itched to feel them bare against his skin. She smelled of citrus and wilderness, a combination that had his heart pounding and this sweat start to bead his brow. He lifted her gaze to her face and saw her watching him.

  Stian didn’t wait for her any longer. He leaned forward and claimed her mouth in the only way he knew how to: brutally, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others. He moved his tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing him back he didn’t stop the groan that left him, but he broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, wife. I ache to fill you with my seed.”

  She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and everything that turned him on. He slipped his hand behind her nape, curled his finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse that beat rapidly beneath her ear. He pulled her closer so he felt her breasts press to his chest. A low growl left him, one he couldn’t stop.

  “I’ll be gentle with you, Agata.” He kissed her neck, nipped her lightly, and breathed in heavily. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good you’ll never think about leaving.”