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also curiosity behind her worry. His large
    hand, calloused from his many hours of wielding his sword, ran up
    and down her velvet hip to soothe her.
    “I will be gentle when the time comes,” he promised.
    His thrusts slowed when he remembered she had pleaded
    soreness. His erection glided within her, and he felt her relax
    under him. Ever so gently their hips rolled together as he made
    love to her. A careful finger once more dipped into her behind,
    and she groaned.
    He was to be her first. Perhaps it would be best to explain
    again almost all the women in his village were killed. His brother
    would ask that he share her. And Ulfr would be enchanted by her
    the moment they met. At least Hott hoped he would. Perhaps
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    Valerie could help his brother settle from the lost longing need he
    knew his brother suffered from. Not one woman in the village had
    managed to keep his interest in the past.
    Another of his fingers delved up into his little Valkyrie‟s
    behind, and she wiggled against him. Hott should explain to
    Valerie his brother would not be allowed to take her the way Hott
    was right now, vaginally. Any child born would be Hott‟s.
    Nor would Ulfr be allowed to do anything Valerie didn‟t want
    to do. Hott would remind him of this, but Ulfr was his brother.
    Hott would share her with his brother. There was passion in his
    little Valkyrie, perhaps she could be persuaded, to some extent,
    into easing a few of his brother‟s needs. After all, she was Hott‟s
    first.
    There had been no need to share Drifa, there had been many
    women to accommodate the other men. Regardless she would
    have been too frightened, and he was pleased his brother had
    others to occupy him. Besides, Ulfr had never seemed interested.
    There was no doubt in Hott‟s mind his brother would want to taste
    his little Valkyrie. There was also no doubt in his mind he would
    need to protect her from others.
    The way she moved beneath him was like riding an ocean
    wave, temperamental. The idea made him smile as she moved
    faster beneath him. Praise to Odin for sending him such a gift. She
    felt so small beneath him. His arms wrapped around her,
    protecting her. Hott lowered his face into her hair. This new scent
    was life‟s breath, and it was the sweetest nectar.

    * * * *
    Valerie lay in Hott‟s arms exhausted. Her behind was sore
    from his probing fingers, but she felt more sated than ever before
    in her life. She had never been with such a man. This was no boy-
    man. Hott was gentle yet powerful. When she rode him, his
    enormous hands almost spanned her waist. She slid up and down
    on him until she felt like a wet dishrag. When her head slumped to
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    his chest, he rolled her over and bucked into her until she thought
    the ground would open and bury them alive.
    Valerie groaned when she rose to her wobbly legs. She
    cleaned herself with her towel and slipped her bikini on. Hott was
    watching her. His head was propped onto his hand. She gazed at his
    long length and smiled when she saw it twitch. She swore it was
    motioning her to come back. It was tempting, but she was too sore
    and tired and she was famished.
    “I‟m starving,” she said.
    “If you wait here I will catch us something,” Hott said. He
    donned his wolf pants.
    Valerie grimaced. “I don‟t suppose you could barbeque us up
    some burgers?” she asked hopefully.
    “Bar-be-que,” he said, trying the obviously foreign word on
    his tongue.
    “I suppose burgers are out of the question,” she said and
    sighed heavily.
    Hott rose and gripped her hand. “It is time I take you home,
    little Valkyrie. I am anxious to get you into my furs.”
    “Furs?” She chuckled and rubbed her hands against his crotch.
    “I‟ve already been into your fur.”
    He grinned down at her. “I am anxious to see you snuggled
    under my bear.”
    “I‟ve already been under you bare,” she countered.
    “Perhaps