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the central hearth. A quick look around revealed two distinct shapes sleeping on nearby benches, rolled up in the wolf pelts he had provided. There was no sign of a third person. He knew intuitively that the missing thrall was Reyna. Where in Odin’s name was she?
    A swift inspection of the sleeping alcoves proved fruitless. Reyna was not in the hall. He even searched the privy, a separate attachment to the long house. Growing angrier by the minute, Wulf was in a rage by the time he stormed from the hall to search the yard andoutbuildings. If Reyna had wandered into the woods, she wouldn’t stand a chance against wild animals.
    Wulf had no idea where to start looking for his missing thrall. He’d never find her in the woods in the dark. And since she didn’t know about the hot volcanic pool located a short distance behind the long house, she couldn’t have gone there. Nor would she know where to find the steam hut, used regularly by the family.
    Spitting out a curse, Wulf was too keyed up to return to his hall and decided to take advantage of the full moon and walk down to the fjord. He could use a cold swim. Erotic thoughts of the blonde beauty had caused his body to overheat and his loins to swell. He definitely needed to go to the village soon and find a willing woman. Perhaps he should buy a concubine to fulfill his needs, or accept Uma’s blatant invitation to bed her. It was certainly something to consider.
    When Wulf arrived at the fjord, the sight that met his eyes stole the breath from his lungs. He had found Reyna. She rose naked from the surf, a goddess crowned with silvery hair that brushed her hips. The ethereal vision enthralled him.
    Moonlight painted her naked body with gold as she walked from the water. Her breasts were round, firm, and tipped with prominent nipples. Her legs were long and shapely, her waist tiny, her hips gently curved. He wondered how those limbs would feel wrapped around his waist. The pale gold fleece on her woman’s mound was thick and luxurious. Wulf found it difficult to hate so glorious a creature.
    Mesmerized, he stared at her, unable to speak or move. Then, as if the devil was nipping at her heels, she snatched up her tunic and started running. Gathering his wits, Wulf stepped into her path, filling his arms with satiny smooth woman’s flesh.
    “Reyna, what is it? Has something frightened you?”
    Reyna gasped, her arms momentarily clinging to him as she fought for breath. “Wulf…I saw…”
    Sweet Freya, he could scarcely think with her naked curves molded against him. “What did you see?” His hands slid down to cup her round bottom.
    Reyna appeared too frightened to note where his hands had drifted. “Sails!” she cried. “I saw sails in the fjord, where it curves to the left. Ships approaching at night always mean trouble.”
    It took a moment for Reyna’s words to sink in, but when they did, he glanced over her shoulder. “You have a vivid imagination. There are no sails in the fjord.”
    “They were there a few moments ago.”
    “What you saw were dragonships returning home after a long voyage.”
    “Why would they sail into this fjord?”
    He looked down at her. “They could be tying up for the night near the village. I’m sure there is naught to worry about.”
    As if suddenly recalling she was naked, she shrugged out of his arms and struggled into her tunic. Wulf watched her closely, suddenly aware of the angry red rash blooming on her skin. He grabbed her arm, inspecting it closely.
    “What is that?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Your skin is red and raw.”
    Reyna glanced down at herself. “Wool irritates my skin. I knew this would happen. That’s why I wanted to wear my silk tunic beneath the wool. Uma wouldn’t let me keep it.”
    Finding Reyna naked had severely taxed Wulf’s control. He was rock hard; if they remained alone much longer, he would do what his body demanded. Justthinking about Reyna’s soft curves made his cock jerk with