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Sky had done it anyway thinking he wouldn’t with Rolf and

Brandr in the room; she wasn’t sorry he had. She knew Eirik

would never hurt her, and she loved Katla.

Sky was pulled into Brandr’s arms. He laughed as couples fell

to the ground around them. Some men were sharing partners, as

were some women.

“Can you wait until we get to the hut?” Rolf asked Brandr.

“With the dance and the ale, the men still have Sky’s image

branded into their minds. I don’t think it would be a good idea to

remain here with her.”

“Oh, I can wait,” Brandr responded gruffly. “What I want

would drive the other men mad to have her the same way. And

they can’t. She’s ours alone.”

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Chapter 8

Sky was tossed onto the furs by Brandr. He pinned her hands

over her head and thrust into her. He felt so good as every inch

found its way into her aching heat. His hips collided with hers and

she gasped. She matched every thrust. He did it again and again

until Sky was breathless. She moaned and whimpered beneath him

as he ground against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, but

his motion kept dislodging her. Her ankles clasped tighter and to

her relief, she felt Rolf hold them together tightly. Brandr bucked

and thumped into her until he was panting and he howled his

release. Rolf released her ankles and moved to take Brandr’s place

when he rolled off her. He pushed into her heat gently and Sky

groaned. She was so hot from the dance and the excitement. She

begged Rolf to take her harder.

“Rolf, please, I can’t take it; I need release,” she pleaded.

“Not yet, little Valkyrie,” he panted. “I want to tease you like

you teased us.”

He wasn’t kidding. His penis slid in and out of her so slowly

she sobbed with her desire. “Please, Rolf.”

“Dance for me,” he demanded.

Sky tried to move under him like she had in her dance. It was

difficult, but when he thrust harder, she once more felt the power

she had over men. She moved enticingly, her hips rolling against

his. Her walls gripped him then released. She hummed the tune of

the flute and moved to it.

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Rolf was now groaning. Sky buried her hands in his hair. She

kissed his neck, his jaw. Her tongue tasted his flesh and she nipped

at him.

“Please, master, take me,” she begged.

Rolf growled low in his throat and thrust harder. “You do not

want me to lose control,” he warned.

Oh but I do.

Everything Rolf did was controlled. Every action, every

word, every thought, every thrust. He was the most controlled

man she had ever met. He dominated himself with his actions.

What would he feel like if his powerful wall was dropped and his

emotions were unleashed? Sky shivered. She burned in want of his

passion. She danced under him like she had never danced before.

“Let me dance for you, my love,” she begged.

Rolf came hard and he grunted. He collapsed onto her. She

pushed him off and rose to her feet.

Sky stood before both men, her hands raised in the air. Her

mind listened for the music. Her hips began to sway as her tale

began and she heard Brandr groan low in his throat when he

realized what story she was about to tell. This legend was of a free

woman who longed to be with a powerful man. She had many

lovers, but none could satisfy her deep hunger. She begged the

men she was with to take her, take her hard, but because she was

free, none dared control her, and she dared not ask. The woman

was strong-willed and determined to find what she longed for. She

was desperate for her fantasies to be acted out.

One night she snuck out to a distant village and dressed as a

captive slave; she approached a huge handsome man, one more

powerfully built than any she had seen before. He was the most

incredibly virile man she had ever laid eyes on; she knew she must

have him. She flirted with him shamelessly. Her lips tasted his

magnificent flesh. Her hands caressed to entice. Her fingers slid

down his powerful chest toward her goal. The man stopped her

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and growled low in his throat. Piercing brown eyes so dark they

looked black delved into her very soul. Her body shivered with the

sheer maleness of him and she was so wet, she thought she would

expire.

She whimpered, something she had never before done. The

man released her hand and she stroked him over his pants. He was

so big her chin quivered. It wasn’t long before he threw her over

his shoulder and took her to his furs. The free-captive woman

shivered in anticipation. She wasn’t worried, at any moment she

could tell him who she really was, to a small degree, and say she

was a free woman, and he would be forced to release her.

Sky saw Rolf’s breath increase knowing what was coming. Sky

rocked her hips enticingly. The captive had encouraged the man to

be rough; she craved to feel his power. When the man pinned the

woman beneath him and thrust deeply within her, she had

screamed at his size and strength and how demanding he was. Sky

screamed, mimicking their sex act. The woman’s eyes widened in

surprise, realizing this man was about to take her with brutal force.

She begged him to listen, but the man gagged her. Sky’s hand went

over her mouth. He turned the free-captive over and tied her

hands behind her back, then flipped her over. The woman was wild

with terror. What had she done? The powerful warrior thrust her

legs up over his shoulders and rammed into her. The woman

bucked against him. She was unable to tell him she was a free

woman and the man took her how he wanted to.

The woman was taken more forcefully than she had ever been

taken before. She sobbed in fear, but the warrior continued to have

her. Before long she quieted under him, accepting him. There was

pain but also pleasure. Her fear stemmed from his loss of control.

She had none whatsoever. When the warrior finished with her, he

flipped her onto belly and took her behind the same way. The

woman had never done that before, thinking it too controlling. On

and on throughout the long night he had her. He placed her in

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many different positions. The woman became less afraid as the

night waned. The warrior didn’t hurt her. He was so powerful and

handsome and at times he was so tender, she began to beg for his

touch with little gasping whimpers.

Sky was gasping for air in small whimpers. The sweat dripped

down her back and between her breasts. She saw Brandr swallow

hard.

“It’s a good thing she didn’t dance this story in the hall; blood

would have been drawn for certain,” he whispered.

Sky was watching Rolf. He looked to be in such control, but

he clenched and released his hands then clenched them again, and

his jaw twitched.

Her story continued. When the captive was finally released,

she fled home. She wept in despair for days. She wanted to be with

the warrior, but she could not; their villages had declared war and

she would not be a captive. She longed for him, dreamt of him.

Then one night while she lay sobbing in anguish, their village was

raided. She fled through the darkened forest in terror not wanting

to be caught and killed. She heard footsteps behind her and ran

faster and faster. But the warrior following was too quick. The

huge man grabbed her up into his arms. Her eyes squeezed closed

in fear of imminent death.

The woman was tied and gagged and thrown over a broad

shoulder. The warrior walked with her for a long time. She was

sobbing pitifully when he set her down in his furs. Would he kill

her now? A gentle finger traced her cheek, then a kind word was

spoken and the woman opened her eyes. It was her warrior! She

belonged to him now. But she wept her anguish. She didn’t want

to be a captive, free for all men’s use. The woman didn’t want to

be this man’s slave; she had fallen in love with him. She wanted

him, but she wanted to be loved even more.

The warrior took her as roughly as he had before and still she

cried, even though she wanted him. When he finally tired, he lay

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beside her. His finger once more stroked her wet cheek. He told

her that he would make a decision in three days. Until then she was

his captive to have, only his, to take as he pleased to ease his needs.

He told her that he loved her. If she didn’t want to stay with him at

the end of the three days, he would either let her go, wed with her

or keep her as his captive. What would he decide?

Sky fell to her knees before Rolf. The story had many endings.

It was now up to Rolf to decide how it would play out. Sky smiled

inwardly already knowing he would wed with her. But how would

he take her next?

When Rolf reached for her, he was shaking. Sky felt a

moment’s panic at the odd expression on his face. He looked like a

predator. She swallowed hard. He clasped her arms behind her

back and tied her wrists. Still he shook. Sky was gagged. Her eyes

went wild when he turned her onto her back and she looked at

him. He pinned her beneath him and thrust brutally up inside her.

Sky screamed. Rolf pumped and rammed into her and it became

apparent to her that he had lost his iron control. He took her like a

man gone wild. He gritted his teeth, and his large arm locked

around her hips keeping her in place. His hand clutched her bare

bottom brutally. Sky cried out over and over. Their sweat mingled

to drop onto the dampened furs.

Her eyes closed. She couldn’t meet his gaze anymore. If she

hadn’t loved him so much, she might be terrified of him. She was

being devoured by a wolf. A passionate, animalistic, virile male.

She relaxed beneath him in complete surrender. It was no wonder

Rolf kept his emotions from controlling him. She heard and felt

each time his hips slapped against her. Sky found her release. It was

as if he yanked it from her body. He commanded her to come

beneath him and yield. Her eyes snapped open and her back bowed

with its force. When he came, he howled louder than she had ever

heard and she quivered.

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When Rolf moved off her, Brandr thrust into her next. Her

body was so limp her eyes closed again for just a moment. She

turned her head then looked over at Rolf who lay on his back with

his arm over his eyes. His broad chest was rising and falling rapidly

as though he had just battled. Sky supposed he had.

Brandr gripped her hair and forced her to concentrate on him.

He was brutal, yet it wasn’t nearly what Rolf had done. Sky was

too exhausted to move against him, but she wanted him. Brandr

removed himself and spun her onto her belly. She screamed when

he pulled up her hips and thrust into her behind. His pelvis made

the same slapping noise as he connected with her. One arm locked

around her waist, and his splayed hand settled between her

shoulder blades as pushed her face down into the furs. He was

merciless.

When he thrust one last time, Sky sobbed in relief.

Both men had been so brutal and she was tired. Her eyes

closed for a moment then she cried out in surprise. Rolf thrust up

into her, taking Brandr’s place. She couldn’t believe he was having

her so roughly. She gasped and sobbed and Rolf removed the gag.

“Rolf,” she begged.

“You wanted this,” he growled.

She had, but to experience it was much different than

imagining it. She gulped in a huge amount of air and cried out as he

thumped and bucked against her. She whimpered and relaxed

under him. Her eyes closed again. She sobbed his name. He didn’t

slow his pace or gentle his touch until he came. He unbound her

wrists. Sky was motionless. Rolf lifted her to her side and curled

his body around her. He told her that he loved her.

* * * *

Sky woke to the feel of Brandr’s lips on her face. He kissed

her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. He made gentle love to her. Sky

wrapped her arms tightly around him. She told him over and over

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she loved him; she wanted him so much. She gazed deeply into his

eyes.

“Oh, Brandr, you make me so happy,” she whispered.

Brandr smiled with so much affection it brought tears to her

eyes. He was so wonderful. When they were finished, he pressed

his forehead to hers. He told her he loved her, too, more than

anything in the world. She was his everything and she felt thrilled.

He dressed and left her lying beside Rolf. Sky turned to look at

him. He was staring at the thatched roof.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Rolf,” she begged.

He turned his face to look at her. “I’m sorry I lost control,” he