Viking Plunder: the Complete Gay Viking Collection (6 Book Boxed Set) by Isabel Dare

Author:Isabel Dare [Dare, Isabel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: gay historical fiction, gay story bundle, gay viking romance, gay coming of age, gay box set
Published: 2013-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

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Thorvald carried him home, wrapped in his burly arms. Just as he had thought, Edric couldn’t walk, though he had tried it for two stumbling, shuddering steps before Thorvald caught him.

All the ropes were gone, but he thought he could still feel them around his wrists, and his shoulders still burned from long painful hours of stretching his arms in directions they weren’t meant to go.

While Thorvald carried him, Edric reached up to his iron collar with shaking fingers, making sure it was still there, making sure he was still marked with Thorvald’s name.

Safe. Finally, he was safe.

They made it home just as the moon was rising, and Thorvald threw him down on the furs with a thump.

One of the younger children woke, but Thorvald soothed her, saying, “Daddy’s home late. Sleep now, sweeting.”

The child turned her back and drifted off again instantly, but Thorvald’s wife Frida was wide awake.

Her eyes were shining in the firelight, but not with the over-brightness of fever, not anymore. She looked much more alert and awake than the last time Edric had seen her, and she seemed very pleased to see him.

“You brought our boy home,” she said fondly, watching appreciatively as Thorvald stripped off his linen shirt and then, with more difficulty, his breeches, drawing them down slowly over his own swollen cock.

He walked home all the way like that, and never yet touched me, Edric thought with wonder.

“I saved him for you,” Thorvald said to Frida with a growl in his voice. “Wasn’t easy. They had him strung up on ropes, it was - well. But you wanted to watch, you said.”

“Mmm,” Frida agreed, licking her lips. “He looks completely wrecked already. Let’s show him who owns him, shall we?”

Edric swallowed a sob of longing, watching their faces as they smiled fondly at each other, then down at him.

He felt immeasurably safe and wanted. He was tired, so tired, but at the same time so desperate for Thorvald to sink his cock into him and finally, oh gods please, allow him to come.

“Take him on his back,” Frida instructed. “I like seeing your faces.”

Thorvald looked to be almost past the point of speech, but he managed a tight nod.

With a long sigh, Edric sank down onto the furs. It was bliss to lie down.

He was so exhausted, dripping and sore, and yet no one had even tried to make him come. His cock was only half-hard, but it firmed as soon as Thorvald touched him.

His big fingers were surprisingly gentle as he traced the marks on Edric’s flesh, the raw pinched nipples, the sore bruised places where Leif had tried to make him squeal.

Then Thorvald lifted up his legs over his shoulders, splaying Edric wide open, and sank into him in one long powerful thrust.

“Oh gods,” Edric cried, and this time it was not a cry of pain.

The slick aching slide of Thorvald’s huge cock into him was all he wanted, all he needed.

Thorvald’s hands moved over him with surprising delicacy, soothing his tortured flesh, almost petting him.

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