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not give. You are too
generous a lover and you deserve so much. I am here for your pleasure and your
pleasure alone.”
    “I
do not see how it is possible I could deserve such a gift.”
    “Think
on all you do, Alrek. Think on what you offer the people here. You deserve more
than a simple woman such as myself but I think you love me and so you must have
me, the woman you love, instead of all the riches you are due.”
    “I
do love you.” The words came out fragile.
    Her
shoulders sagged and she flung her arms around his neck. “Then take me, my
warrior. Take me and make me yours.”
    He
plundered her mouth then, scooping her feminine form to him. His fingers found
the dampness between her thighs and he spread her arse cheeks to dip deeper.
All thoughts of anything but skin and sex and love dispersed. Her soft breasts
rubbed his chest and her hands scrabbled across him. He intended to take everything
he offered and more, but not without ensuring she screamed his name to the
rafters.
    Alrek
snatched her into his hold and pressed her up against the wall. He planned to
do much to Esa but for now, he needed to take her and stake his claim before
she changed her mind. With one swift thrust, he invaded her hot cunt. She cried
his name and scattered kisses across his face. He bit her neck and the crook of
her shoulder, he marked her, sucking her pale skin.
    Against
the wood, he took her hard and fast. She raked her nails over his shoulders as
he mindlessly pounded into her sheath. Years of watching her from afar, of
looking and never touching, poured into his movements. As her pussy pulsed
around him and she pleaded to the gods, he began to splinter. They came
together in a rush and Alrek did something he had never done before—he spilled
inside of her. In a hot haze of pleasure, he filled her deep and grated out her
name.
    He
stilled and rested his forehead on hers while they gathered their breath. Still
buried inside her, he suspected he had found Valhalla in Esa’s arms.
    “I
love you, Alrek.”
    “And
I you, Esa.”
    ***
    Esa
stretched leisurely and eyed the sleeping warrior next to her. Her back twinged
at having being so mercilessly fucked against the wall, but she did not care.
Even her shoulder ached from where he bit and sucked her skin. The marks made
her smile. Alrek—giving, dutiful Alrek—had lost control in her arms. He had
taken for himself and confessed his love for her. She could not regret a single
moment. She felt alive again, for the first time in years. Sibba had been
right. Rennir would never have wanted her to live wrapped in her grief. He had
been the kind of man to embrace life—and love.
    The
door rattled and Esa scowled. The sun had not even risen properly. Only a grey
light seeped into the hut and no doubt most of the villagers were aware of Esa
having visited with Alrek. If Yrsa and Sibba had anything to do with it,
everyone knew Alrek and Esa were bound together by love by now.
    The
door rattled again so she snatched a fur and wrapped it around her. It couldn’t
be an attack, no alarm had gone up. She opened the door to see a wide-eyed
Yrsa. With her unbound hair and harried look, she gave Esa cause to let her
frown deepen.
    “What
is it, Yrsa?”
    “Esa…
I… you must return home.”
    “What
is this?” she hissed, wary of waking Alrek. He had made love to her several
more times during the night and was no doubt as exhausted as she. “Are you
jealous, Yrsa?”
    Yrsa
shook her head and pursed her lips. “ Neinn , I would not be so selfish.
Alrek’s happiness surely takes precedence over my simple needs, as does yours, Esa.
We have always been good friends, have we not?”
    “ Já ,
you are right. Forgive me. I speak with the tongue of a jealous lover.”
    “You
have no need for that, but please, you must return.”
    “Will
you not tell me what is going on?” Yrsa audibly gulped and it was only then
that Esa noticed many of the villagers were awake and scurrying back and forth
in