I’m still in the writing cave, wresting with Eirik and his wickedly sexy brother, Gunnolf.
Today, I have a NSFW steamy snippet for you – from my upcoming novel, ‘Viking Wolf’, the second volume in the ‘Viking Thunder’ series.
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From ‘Viking Wolf’…
I knew he was there; sensed him before seeing him. I could taste the growling thunder on my tongue. Something in me was stirring, waiting to uncoil.
“No more running.” I caught the strange smoke clinging to him and the faint aroma of sex. His breath was upon my neck and I waited for the warmth of his lips.
He was not the man I loved, but it was not love I sought from him. I wished for the roughness of a kiss given in the service of jealousy, anger and lust. A kiss which would declare myself to be my own woman: slave to no-one.
There was triumph in Gunnolf’s eyes, for he was about to take what his brother presumed to own. He placed his hands about my throat, lifting my chin with his thumbs, opening me to his kiss. I was falling and there was no going back.
The crows were circling, cawing their alarm, before a blinding jolt of lightning stabbed jagged and I tipped back my head in surrender. There was triumph in Gunnolf’s eyes, for he was about to take what his brother presumed to own. He placed his hands about my throat, lifting my chin with his thumbs, drawing me upwards to meet his mouth, his tongue. I was falling and there was no going back.
His hands pushed away my bodice, baring the swell of my breasts to the cool air, before covering them with warm palms, thumbing my nipples. Breaking off our kiss, he dropped to take one hard point between his teeth, devouring me with his suckling and his teasing tongue, until my cunt clenched.
“Mine now,” he growled, laying me down upon the grass. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him inside, making me forget that I’d ever loved Eirik.
He made me whimper, delving my wet sex with a clutch of fingers before drawing out the thick column of his cock. The sky cursed us with its rolling thunder as I returned the roughness of his lust: biting his lip, breaking his skin with the drag of my nails, pinching the underside of his buttocks to drive him harder. He was wild and thorough, taking me so violently that I cried out in pain, but I had only one thought: that he must not stop.
Viking Wolf is due for release in mid-2018
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