Have a Merry Viking!
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by Ellen Margret
Description: Thea thought she was going spend Christmas alone. Instead, what should turn up on her doorstep but a blonde hunk claiming to be a Viking from Hedeby? After several bottles of wine, it seemed only reasonable to believe him. It was her fantasy come true on Christmas day. Now she could pretend to be a thrall lying in the arms of her rugged Viking.
eBook Publisher: DCL Publications LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Reading time: 20-28 min.
"Thea, you cook well. Even my own mother could not produce a feast so fine." He stopped to take a slurp of red wine. "Do you cook boar? My mother loves to roast boar on the fire."
"I've never had boar."
He drank more wine. "'Tis a good, heavy meat and full of flavour."
Thea was matching Kerr, glass for glass. She had lost count of how many glasses they had drunk during the long three course meal and into the relaxing hours of Christmas afternoon. The empty wine and beer bottles lay on the fire hearth and she began to count them. "One, two, three bottles of wine...Oh God, I'm tipsy." She moved closer to the handsome god sitting beside her on the sofa and their legs touched.
"And eight bottles of ale. I like bottles," Kerr admitted. "They are better than horns and skins."
"I suppose so," she sighed, resting her head on his broad shoulder. "Kerr, I think I'm drunk."
"Aye, I think you are, but so too am I. 'Tis a pleasing feeling having food and good drink in my belly." He gave a light belch. "There, that shows my appreciation."
"I like spending Christmas with a real Viking."
"Ah, so you do believe that I am real."
"I think I have to. You are so convincing even when you're drunk. Most people wouldn't be able to keep up a ruse if they were drunk. I find that I have to believe in time travel and fairies, and what better day to do it on? Christmas is a magical time."
He stretched out his long legs. "'Tis a shame that I have to go back to Hedeby so soon. I should like to have spent more time with you."
"Why can't you?"
"Doctor Dave said my only chance to return home would be early this evening."
"So, don't go. Stay with me."
He turned to look at her. "Are you enamoured with me, Thea?"
"Oh, yes, very much. I am more than enamoured with you. God, it might be the drink loosening my tongue, but I have to tell you that I really want you."
"You said there would be no tupping today."
She looked into his blue eyes and sighed. "That is what I meant...then."
"But now," he said, cupping the back of her neck with his hand. "Have you changed your mind, comely wench?"
"I definitely have because now," she murmured, "I think I want to be kissed."
"Then Thea must have what she wants," Kerr growled as his lips met her mouth.
She felt so giddy with joy she wondered if she would just faint in his arms. Big arms that enveloped her and warm lips that kissed her with Viking passion and a tongue that found the most sensitive areas inside her mouth. "What a kisser," she gasped and then she felt his hands slide up under her tee shirt. She knew he was going for the fastenings on her bra. Now, if he undid them with no difficulty then the man wasn't a real Viking. However, if he fumbled...
"What manner of contraption is this?" he growled. "I do not know how to remove it." He pointed to her tee shirt. "I dislike this garment for it hides breasts which I long to see. Nay, I demand to see!"
"Oh, boy, you are a Viking," she said, tugging her tee shirt off and unfastening the bra in seconds.
"You shall not stop there, woman," he said, sternly. "Remove the rest of your strange garments."
"Is that an order, Viking?"
"Aye, 'tis an order, comely thrall!"
He made her feel like a slave and she liked it. She didn't hesitate to remove her jeans and briefs and soon she stood before the fire, naked, with Kerr sitting staring at her with his big blue eyes. "Can a slave ask a jarl to remove his clothing?"
"Nay, she cannot, but if he wants to anyway..." Kerr said, rising to his feet, and tugging off his leather boots. "Then he will."
Thea watched in silent awe as Kerr removed his belt and leather tunic. "Wonderful pecs," she sighed. "Fantastic abs," she muttered, but by then his hands were on the rope that held up his breeches.