AEgir (BERSERKER WARRIORS #1) - Lee Savino Page 0,12
curses or lifting them. I would help you if I could—”
Grasping my hand, the Sea Wolf drew me to the bed. This was it then.
“I’m not a virgin either,” I blurted.
He raised a blond brow.
My arms came up to cover my naked chest, and I forced them down. “I’m old enough to do as I please.” I’d never had a great love, but I’d dabbled with the pleasures of the flesh. My mother taught me enough herblore to avoid bearing a child and even if she hadn’t, Nanny was adamant I drink her disgusting brews daily.
The Sea Wolf stepped close, crowding me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit the bed.
“That’s why I had the knife,” I told him as he took my hands and propped them on his chest. “In case my bridegroom mistreated me.”
His laugh rumbled under my palms. Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth over my mine. A wave of his scent rolled over me, pulling me under.
When he broke the kiss, my legs trembled. I leaned into him, ready for more. He positioned me on the edge of the bed and climbed behind me.
“What—” my voice stopped when he touched me. My hair. He was brushing it out with his fingers. He hit a snag, stopped to tease it out, and went on more gently.
I sat still as the Sea Wolf combed out my hair as carefully as my nursemaid.
“You can’t speak.” I settled myself. “Do you know how to break the spell?”
“You,” he grunted.
Hairs raised on my arms. “Me?”
“You.”
He nuzzled my neck. Set his teeth at my throat—my pulse leaped—but moved on. Embarrassed fire followed his lips. Wherever they touched golden flame burned.
My time with the village boys had never been like this.
I was wet and aching by the time he nuzzled my belly. The belly—choice meat to a wolf. But the Sea Wolf tonight he was more man than beast, for he didn’t rip into my body, but nosed further south. Down between my legs where my dark hair grew thick and wiry as furze bush.
He blew on the petals of my sex and I writhed. His hands shackled my legs to the bed. His tongue touched my skin.
“No,” I gasped. “You cannot.’
But this warrior would do what he would. He lapped at my sex slowly, hunting and driving my pleasure before him. A wolf stalking his prey. Golden threads ran through me, beads of light gathering into thicker strands until I was made of a bright river. I clutched the tawny head between my legs as the stars burst behind my eyes.
He climbed up over my body and bent to my mouth. I tasted myself, earth and salt, and drank in his honeyed musk, sipping him like mead until I drowned.
3
I woke in unfamiliar arms, the rock-hewn embrace of a warrior. The Sea Wolf was sleeping with his broad face buried in my hair. I wriggled around and he opened his eyes.
I caressed his lips and tasted a hint of my secret scent. I blushed and his chest rumbled.
“You’re laughing at me.” I frowned. He’d laughed when I’d slit his throat. Strange man.
“How long have you been like this? A year? Ten?”
He gazed at me.
I gulped. “A hundred?”
With a growl, he stirred from the bed, leaving me cold. Leaving a giant empty space. He returned with the horn and some meat, which he fed me from his hand.
“Why me?” I asked after I’d swallowed
He stared at me.
I slipped from the bed and began to pace. “I Saw—I don’t know what I Saw. I heard a wolf before you came. But why would you claim me?”
He sat on the bed, watching me patiently.
“I am not very powerful. I only have a few tricks. The Sight.”
He snorted.
“I am telling the truth.” I whirled on him. “I have no power! I couldn’t even keep myself from being married against my will.”
He growled.
“It didn’t happen. You stole me in time. But Dòmhnall won’t be happy. He threatened my father. You must let me go back.”
The Sea Wolf stared at me.
“I mean it. If I can break the spell, will you let me go back?” In the long silence, I shifted from foot to foot. When the warrior reached for me, I let him tug me into his arms. He nuzzled my neck, growling over the marks the rope had left. Then he brought handfuls of my hair to his mouth and nose, sniffing as if he held a bouquet. He seemed as enamored with my