House of Freya: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 1) by Gwynn Jones

Author:Gwynn Jones
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2015-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

Sated, comfortable, sipping another glass of wine and still sunk deep in the cushioned chair, Sigrun pondered her situation. Surely Freya would not have given her attendants such directives, to pleasure Sigrun so thoroughly, if she weren't interested in helping her. Freya had said that she could feel Sigun's power. So surely she understood the nature of it, too? Why else would Sigrun have come to the goddess of love? But perhaps Lars and Hrolf had simply been following the house rules. Sigrun glanced down at her fingers, the blue flames flickering around the tips. Well, however much help Freya ultimately offered her, she would take her opportunities to learn more on her own, wherever she could find them.

A knock at the door startled Sigrun from her musings.

"Yes? Come in." She stood up, shaking her fingers to disperse the flames.

"My lady?" Her boar-shifter escort, the one who had allowed her to ride on his back, stood at the door. "I apologize for the intrusion. Lady Freya asked me to deliver your sword to you. She thought you would feel more comfortable knowing where it was and having it in your keeping." He held out her sword, cloak, and helmet, everything she had left behind when she went to meet Freya, neatly stacked in a bundle. She had not realized how much she was missing her sword until she felt the flood of relief at being reunited with it.

"Oh, wonderful! Thank you. I am glad to have it back. Not that I didn't trust you to watch it for me," she added hastily.

He smiled. "I understand. I would have felt the same."

"Please," she said, realizing that he was still standing in the doorway, "please come in. And let me take those things off your hands." She took the bundle from him and set her gear down on a bench beside the doorway into the bedroom. She turned back and looked at him.

He was standing closer to the table now, quietly, respectfully, like he was waiting for her to dismiss him. Or, the thought flickered through her head, waiting for her to issue some other command? She was struck again by the image of him in boar form, that huge, powerful, dangerous beast that she'd met out on the icy wastes. She could see glimmers of the boar in the man's burly chest, his thick, broad shoulders and muscular warrior's legs. He had a handsome face. Chiseled, but amiable. Intelligent eyes. The short beard amplified a strong jawline, where a longer beard would have obscured it. She imagined how those whiskers would feel rasping against her skin. A shiver ran through her at the thought of his mouth on her breast.

Was it the wine going to her head? How could she possibly want more after her bathtime ministrations from Hrolf and Lars? But she couldn't deny it. And this man was different. They were smooth. He was rough, strong. She remembered the feel of him beneath her when he had been a boar and she was riding on his back.

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