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huddled inside a small enclosure aboard Wulf’s dragonship. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would one day belong to Wulf the Ruthless.
“You forgot your drying cloth and soap.”
Reyna nearly jumped out of her skin. Wulf had followed her after all. He was standing behind her, drying cloth in one hand, soap in the other.
“Go away!”
He sat on the grass and pulled off his boots and tunic.
“What are you doing?”
“Disrobing, obviously. I decided to join you after all. My bones ache after today’s battle.”
“Why didn’t you go to the steam hut?”
He stood, untied his trousers and let them drop. Reyna jerked her eyes away.
“I prefer the volcanic pool. I need a good soak.”
The water surrounding Reyna rippled as Wulf eased himself into the pool. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” she demanded. “You hate me; you can’t stand my company.”
Wulf let out a sigh as he settled in. “ ’tis difficult to hate the woman who saved my life.”
Reyna gritted her teeth, almost wishing she had let Wulf die. “Forget what I did. I would have done the same for a dog.”
Wulf’s laugh ended in a strangled growl as the moon scooted from behind a cloud, dusting the pool with thousands of sparkling stars and turning the water translucent. He stared transfixed at the perfect white globes of Reyna’s breasts bobbing in the water. His gaze wandered lower, past her slim waist and rounded hips to the golden fleece covering her plump mound.
Slowly his gaze traveled upward, taking in all the lush hills and valleys he had missed upon his first inspection. Thor’s hammer! How had he missed Reyna’s spectacular beauty the first time he had set eyes on her? Had his rage and thirst for revenge blinded him?
“I should leave,” Reyna said.
Wulf reached behind him and retrieved the soap from the ledge above the pool. “Not until you wash. Is that not what you came here for?”
She started to rise. “The hot water has soaked the dirt away.”
Wulf reached for her, holding her in place. “Turn around while I scrub your back. Then you can scrub mine.”
Reyna cringed. “No, do not touch me!”
“Reyna, I am not going to hurt you.”
“You already have.”
“No, you mistake me for another. All I will admit to is selling you into slavery during a frenzy of revenge that I now regret.”
“Tell me who hurt me if it was not you.”
“A member of my raiding party; that is all I will say.”
Reyna didn’t believe Wulf. Admittedly she had been in shock after the attack, but she had seen Wulf looming over her as clear as day. She was jerked back to the present when she felt his callused hand spreading soap over her back, and repressed a shudder. Since the raid she hadn’t been able to bear a man’s touch. But for some reason, Wulf’s caress wasn’t as repulsive as she had thought it would be. It actually felt rather soothing.
But when Wulf turned her around and spread the soap over her breasts, she made a valiant attempt to evade him.
“Hold still. Why are you so skittish?”
Deliberately she glanced down to where his hands rested on her breasts. “Your hands are on me.”
Though his hands were gentle, Reyna didn’t trust him. No man was trustworthy. She had to admit, however, that his touch sent subtle shock waves through her body. She felt…strange; her nerve endings tingled and her skin felt tight. When Wulf’s hands continued their downward path, gliding over her stomach to settle between her legs, anxiety and fear made her stiffen.
“Do not touch me there!”
When his fingers slid into the folds of her sex, panic seized her. Then she realized what Wulf was doing toher now was nothing like the first time he had assaulted her. His shockingly intimate foray into her private parts made her hot and shivery.
“I have done nothing yet.”
She raised her hands to his chest in an age-old gesture of protest and felt downy hair curl between her fingers. She jerked her hands away as
“You forgot your drying cloth and soap.”
Reyna nearly jumped out of her skin. Wulf had followed her after all. He was standing behind her, drying cloth in one hand, soap in the other.
“Go away!”
He sat on the grass and pulled off his boots and tunic.
“What are you doing?”
“Disrobing, obviously. I decided to join you after all. My bones ache after today’s battle.”
“Why didn’t you go to the steam hut?”
He stood, untied his trousers and let them drop. Reyna jerked her eyes away.
“I prefer the volcanic pool. I need a good soak.”
The water surrounding Reyna rippled as Wulf eased himself into the pool. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” she demanded. “You hate me; you can’t stand my company.”
Wulf let out a sigh as he settled in. “ ’tis difficult to hate the woman who saved my life.”
Reyna gritted her teeth, almost wishing she had let Wulf die. “Forget what I did. I would have done the same for a dog.”
Wulf’s laugh ended in a strangled growl as the moon scooted from behind a cloud, dusting the pool with thousands of sparkling stars and turning the water translucent. He stared transfixed at the perfect white globes of Reyna’s breasts bobbing in the water. His gaze wandered lower, past her slim waist and rounded hips to the golden fleece covering her plump mound.
Slowly his gaze traveled upward, taking in all the lush hills and valleys he had missed upon his first inspection. Thor’s hammer! How had he missed Reyna’s spectacular beauty the first time he had set eyes on her? Had his rage and thirst for revenge blinded him?
“I should leave,” Reyna said.
Wulf reached behind him and retrieved the soap from the ledge above the pool. “Not until you wash. Is that not what you came here for?”
She started to rise. “The hot water has soaked the dirt away.”
Wulf reached for her, holding her in place. “Turn around while I scrub your back. Then you can scrub mine.”
Reyna cringed. “No, do not touch me!”
“Reyna, I am not going to hurt you.”
“You already have.”
“No, you mistake me for another. All I will admit to is selling you into slavery during a frenzy of revenge that I now regret.”
“Tell me who hurt me if it was not you.”
“A member of my raiding party; that is all I will say.”
Reyna didn’t believe Wulf. Admittedly she had been in shock after the attack, but she had seen Wulf looming over her as clear as day. She was jerked back to the present when she felt his callused hand spreading soap over her back, and repressed a shudder. Since the raid she hadn’t been able to bear a man’s touch. But for some reason, Wulf’s caress wasn’t as repulsive as she had thought it would be. It actually felt rather soothing.
But when Wulf turned her around and spread the soap over her breasts, she made a valiant attempt to evade him.
“Hold still. Why are you so skittish?”
Deliberately she glanced down to where his hands rested on her breasts. “Your hands are on me.”
Though his hands were gentle, Reyna didn’t trust him. No man was trustworthy. She had to admit, however, that his touch sent subtle shock waves through her body. She felt…strange; her nerve endings tingled and her skin felt tight. When Wulf’s hands continued their downward path, gliding over her stomach to settle between her legs, anxiety and fear made her stiffen.
“Do not touch me there!”
When his fingers slid into the folds of her sex, panic seized her. Then she realized what Wulf was doing toher now was nothing like the first time he had assaulted her. His shockingly intimate foray into her private parts made her hot and shivery.
“I have done nothing yet.”
She raised her hands to his chest in an age-old gesture of protest and felt downy hair curl between her fingers. She jerked her hands away as
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