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Authors: Ana Meadows
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Asta by the shoulder, “Ye will wash me.”
She turned, finding his wide muscular chest way too close. Even knowing there was no use arguing, she still said, “I am bonded to a mate. I will not touch…”
“Mayhap, I should touch ye again to prove how your mouth speaks different than your body.”
His head tilted and lowered. Asta quickly said, “I shall… wash ye.”
He stared at Asta as her hand rose to spread water over his chest. Never flinching under her cold touch, Thorlak voice was husky when he told Tani, “Girl, wash my back.”
Tani raised a shaky hand to the marking. Her mind worked at what it meant. How could this giant have the same marking as our own great leader? Knowing she must tell Asta, she also knew that she could not simply blurt it out in front of Thorlak.
‘Tis a sooted mark. A warrior trick. Like the Eastern Shire men of old wore.
She scrubbed harder but the mark remained. ‘Tis embedded. Memory of the tall warrior Zekia’s ankle marking drifted through her mind. They must pound the ochre in as tradition declared.
His heated grunt made her jump, “Woman, my shaft needs washing.”
Asta vehemently shook her head, “I cannot!”
He grabbed her wrist, dragging her hands lower, “Ye can and will.”
He stepped forward, pushing Asta back under the waterfall and thrusting his chest under with her. Cold water poured over her. Asta silently thanked the Gods that the cold spray masked her shivering at his nearness. She rebelliously clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes.
“Look upon my face, Asta.”
She would have disobeyed but the shock of him using her name caused her to submit. She tensed when he grabbed his cock by using her fists. On impulse, she chose to punish him. Knowing males to be overly sensitive, she grabbed and squeezed him as hard as she could. One eyebrow lifted as lust fired in his eyes, “I enjoy your harsh touch. I cannot wait to find out if ye enjoy mine.”
She quickly released him and muttered, “Ye will not have me.”
The confidence on his face said otherwise. He moved her hands over him, forcing her to complete the task. Keeping her wrists circled in his hands, he said, “Girl, I need a fur upon my back.”
Tani obeyed, wishing he would leave her with Asta so she could tell her Mistress about the mark on his back. Tani waited with another fur in hand but he slung her Mistress over his shoulder. Asta grunted and said, “Why will ye not let me walk?”
“A spirited woman such as yourself does not walk. Ye run and fight.”
Tani waved her hands, catching Asta’s attention, and pointed to the fur on Thorlak’s back. Frowning at first, Asta shook her head. Understanding sprang on her face and she blurted out, “Ye are hungry.”
Thorlak agreed, “I am.”
He bent at the waist, lowering Asta to the floor. A warrior stood with the sage at the cavern entrance. Seeing them, the warrior said, “Zekia is nowhere to be found. This elder said his wound looked deadly but Zekia is a strong one.”
Thorlak flicked a wrist, “Have two warriors track him. How is the girl?”
The sage spoke up, “If she lives through the fever, no more babes will be in her future.”
Confused, Asta told the elder, “She has no young ones.”
“Ye speak true. The warrior finished it.”
Tani’s knees buckled, dropping her to the floor. Asta wrapped arms tightly around herself, curling inward at the news. Thorlak dismissed the sage with a wave of his hand, “Stay with her but be warned. Do not try any boldness or ye will join the unborn.”
The sage backed out quickly, murmuring a prayer to the Gods and Goddesses. Thorlak rolled his shoulders under the fur, keeping an eye on the entrance. Seeing his distraction, Asta edged away. Before she could complete a few steps, he barked, “Come to me!”
Tani obeyed right away. She wrapped her arms around his
She turned, finding his wide muscular chest way too close. Even knowing there was no use arguing, she still said, “I am bonded to a mate. I will not touch…”
“Mayhap, I should touch ye again to prove how your mouth speaks different than your body.”
His head tilted and lowered. Asta quickly said, “I shall… wash ye.”
He stared at Asta as her hand rose to spread water over his chest. Never flinching under her cold touch, Thorlak voice was husky when he told Tani, “Girl, wash my back.”
Tani raised a shaky hand to the marking. Her mind worked at what it meant. How could this giant have the same marking as our own great leader? Knowing she must tell Asta, she also knew that she could not simply blurt it out in front of Thorlak.
‘Tis a sooted mark. A warrior trick. Like the Eastern Shire men of old wore.
She scrubbed harder but the mark remained. ‘Tis embedded. Memory of the tall warrior Zekia’s ankle marking drifted through her mind. They must pound the ochre in as tradition declared.
His heated grunt made her jump, “Woman, my shaft needs washing.”
Asta vehemently shook her head, “I cannot!”
He grabbed her wrist, dragging her hands lower, “Ye can and will.”
He stepped forward, pushing Asta back under the waterfall and thrusting his chest under with her. Cold water poured over her. Asta silently thanked the Gods that the cold spray masked her shivering at his nearness. She rebelliously clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes.
“Look upon my face, Asta.”
She would have disobeyed but the shock of him using her name caused her to submit. She tensed when he grabbed his cock by using her fists. On impulse, she chose to punish him. Knowing males to be overly sensitive, she grabbed and squeezed him as hard as she could. One eyebrow lifted as lust fired in his eyes, “I enjoy your harsh touch. I cannot wait to find out if ye enjoy mine.”
She quickly released him and muttered, “Ye will not have me.”
The confidence on his face said otherwise. He moved her hands over him, forcing her to complete the task. Keeping her wrists circled in his hands, he said, “Girl, I need a fur upon my back.”
Tani obeyed, wishing he would leave her with Asta so she could tell her Mistress about the mark on his back. Tani waited with another fur in hand but he slung her Mistress over his shoulder. Asta grunted and said, “Why will ye not let me walk?”
“A spirited woman such as yourself does not walk. Ye run and fight.”
Tani waved her hands, catching Asta’s attention, and pointed to the fur on Thorlak’s back. Frowning at first, Asta shook her head. Understanding sprang on her face and she blurted out, “Ye are hungry.”
Thorlak agreed, “I am.”
He bent at the waist, lowering Asta to the floor. A warrior stood with the sage at the cavern entrance. Seeing them, the warrior said, “Zekia is nowhere to be found. This elder said his wound looked deadly but Zekia is a strong one.”
Thorlak flicked a wrist, “Have two warriors track him. How is the girl?”
The sage spoke up, “If she lives through the fever, no more babes will be in her future.”
Confused, Asta told the elder, “She has no young ones.”
“Ye speak true. The warrior finished it.”
Tani’s knees buckled, dropping her to the floor. Asta wrapped arms tightly around herself, curling inward at the news. Thorlak dismissed the sage with a wave of his hand, “Stay with her but be warned. Do not try any boldness or ye will join the unborn.”
The sage backed out quickly, murmuring a prayer to the Gods and Goddesses. Thorlak rolled his shoulders under the fur, keeping an eye on the entrance. Seeing his distraction, Asta edged away. Before she could complete a few steps, he barked, “Come to me!”
Tani obeyed right away. She wrapped her arms around his
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