Bound by the Viking by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh [Marsh, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Shape Shifters, Romance, Fiction, Vikings, Fantasy, Paranormal
Publisher: Anne Marsh
Published: 2015-10-25T18:00:00+00:00

Vars

Eira wasn’t dead.

She wasn’t dying or tortured or even in any significant pain.

Tied up? Abso-fucking-lutely.

As dragon lairs went, Nidhug’s cave was a first. Cathedral ceiling, an interior-decorating scheme focused on stalactites, lots of uncomfortable-looking pointy rocks, and mounds of precious treasure. That part was all standard dragon fare.

The Valkyrie, however, that had been bound between two posts in the center of the cave was eye stopping. All the better to see you, my dear. Black leather straps kept her arms and legs in place. Dark hair, almost black, spilled over one white shoulder and framed the straight, pale sweep of her back. His fair maiden was as cool and as icy as the cave. Maybe it was a Valkyrie thing, but it seemed more like Christmas and he’d just discovered the best present ever waiting to be unwrapped under the tree.

Colden, Bera, and he had arrived at the cave earlier and had waited for sunrise to put their plan into motion. He hadn’t been entirely convinced that Colden’s little werewolf truly knew where Nidhug was—or that Eira was with the dragon—but she’d been right. She’d handed them both a Valkyrie and a dragon. Now it was up to him to find the blade and close the deal.

He examined the woman in the center of the cave again. Just to make sure, you know, that the dragon hadn’t picked up an additional captive over the decades and not because he was really, really enjoying the view.

Pure had explained once that the Valkyries maintained their immortality only so long as they remained virgins. She’d insisted that Vikar take care of that problem for her, because she’d wanted to end Odin’s hold over her. Since Eira wasn’t dead after a hundred years of captivity, the dragon must have left her virgo intacta.

Hel. Vars respected the dragon’s self-control.

Because Eira was naked. One hundred percent, fabulously naked. It was a good thing that Colden and Bera hadn’t come inside the cave, because the werewolf’s eyes would have fallen out of her head.

And speak of the devil—Nidhug strode into view and made straight for his captive. He was in his human form and wore only a pair of loose linen pants that hung low on his lean hips. Dark hair spilled down his bare back and over the intricate tattoos that covered his skin.

Eira ignored him, which had to be hard to do with almost seven feet of pissed-off dragon pressed up against her naked ass.

“Eira.” The dragon’s bellow bounced off the rock walls, loud enough to be heard back at the wolf’s lair. Now Vars knew why the dragon lived underground and not on a mountain like most of his kind. He’d trigger an avalanche with that voice.

“What?” She turned her head to look at the dragon, and her face was even better than her ass, heart-shaped and with killer cheekbones. Odin always had preferred them pretty.

“You tried to escape. Again.” The dragon dropped his voice to a growl.

Eira shrugged. “If this still surprises you after a hundred years, then you’re even more stupid than I thought.

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