Conquests: an Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance by James Elle & Devlin Delilah & Mitcham Megan & Jay Emma & Ashworth Lizzie & Fuchs Melissa & Nix Nym & Brett Evey & Kammer Regina & Elroy Beatrix & Bibi Rizer & Teresa Noelle Roberts & Adele Downs & Murray Mina

Author:James, Elle & Devlin, Delilah & Mitcham, Megan & Jay, Emma & Ashworth, Lizzie & Fuchs, Melissa & Nix, Nym & Brett, Evey & Kammer, Regina & Elroy, Beatrix & Bibi Rizer & Teresa Noelle Roberts & Adele Downs & Murray, Mina [James, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Viking, anthology
Publisher: Story Ink LLC
Published: 2015-07-14T07:00:00+00:00

Shîrîn lifted her chin and parted her lips. For him? Her delicate bone structure, perfect skin, and rosy lips were refined enough for royalty. His peasant blood and warrior’s face couldn’t begin to compare, but with her this close, this willing, he couldn’t deny the need.

“Your father promised you long ago. But, wife, do you wish to be mine?” Kroan’s breath seized as he studied her features and awaited her reply.

Her lips trembled and moisture welled in her dark eyes. “All those years ago, I set out for the harbor with a package a customer had left behind. When I reached the city gate, I saw you, bare-chested and dripping sweat, working on the deck of your ship. I watched you heave sacks of spices over your head, and before I realized the day turned to dusk. You dried off and headed into town, not even sparing me a glance.” Her small pink tongue wet her lips, while her rapid breaths did their best to dry them.

It had been his first voyage on a merchant ship and he’d been greener than his homeland in spring, learning everything the hard way and loving every backbreaking minute. She’d been young and covered head to toe. He wasn’t surprised he hadn’t noticed her, but the fact she’d noticed him had him swollen with more than pride.

“I thank Ahura Mazda every day that you spared my father a glance for it was my fault the men wanted him dead. I had forgotten about the package clutched to my chest for those short hours, but the customer had not.”

Her petite hands released the dress and settled over his heart. “Don’t you see, Kroan? I was yours before I became your wife.”

He lost himself in her words and hungry gaze. With a dip of his head, he sealed his mouth over her lips. Saffron and sex mingled on his tongue. To his surprise, her tongue artfully delved inside his mouth, fumbling and exploring. Shîrîn’s hands spread on his chest. Her back bowed, pressing her soft body against his.

Kroan groaned his agonized pleasure as she cuddled his erection with her belly. Knowing he shouldn’t, here in the center of market, he skated his left hand over her shoulder to the small of her back and pulled her closer. He longed to pump his hips into the pressure, but didn’t dare move, fearing he’d forget himself entirely and take her on the floor of the hut.

Shîrîn’s hips rolled in a tiny circle, spurring his lust higher until it filled him to bursting. He stabbed the needle into the hut’s wall and barred her hips with his hands, but knew his mistake the moment his fingers sank into her soft bottom. He molded the supple flesh through the aggravating layers of clothing.

She moaned into his mouth, and her fingers roamed his shoulders. His back. His neck. She wound her fingers through his long hair.

A whimper gargled at the back of his throat, threatening to mark him as the enthralled sapling he was.