Stolen by the Viking Rough and Reluctant Vikingsby Vivian Leigh
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Eliza is left alone in the Viking village, and she faces growing discontent among the raiders that remained with her. When a young warrior sneaks into her longhouse late one night to warn her of a threat, she never expects to be accosted so quickly. Eliza is whisked away into the dark, and must use her wits and her body if she hopes to survive.
This erotic short story is the third part of the Viking Plunder series, though it can also be read as a stand-alone. It is intended for adults only and it contains explicit sexual encounters.
She wasn’t even asleep yet when the hand clamped over her mouth. The smell of pig grease and salt so was strong she could practically taste it.
“Shh,” a voice whispered in the guttural Norse tongue. “I am here to warn you, not harm you. Men are coming for you tonight. They mean to take you away, not murder you. Nod if you understand.”
“Good night, Eliza. Be safe.”
He slipped away, his heavy cloak disguising his true appearance. Eliza twitched the blankets away, thinking she’d follow him. Even with the fire glowing a dozen strides away, a definite chill hung in the air.
“Be still child,” her mother said. “He speaks truth. Content yourself with the knowledge that you have allies.”
“I’m fine. I’m just going to check the door. He had to trip the lock.” She slipped her dagger from under the rolled up hide she used as a pillow and crawled from the sleeping area out to the main walkway. The longhouse stretched out in both directions with doors on each end and a fire in the middle. She went in the opposite direction of the fire, following in the footsteps of the man that had warned. The jewelry that hung halfway down her chest jingled quietly as she moved.
Even as she approached the door, she could see that the bar was in place. Did someone let him inside? Or is he part of Kelnar’s guards? She hadn’t recognized his voice, so she didn’t think he’d belong to Kelnar’s guards. It was more frightening to think that someone had let him in, though. Everyone in the house was under strict orders to keep the doors barred at night.
She kicked the Viking that was supposed to be on watch. His metal helmet was tipped over his face, blocking his eyes. “Hey, wake up.”
A shake of his shoulders sent his head lolling to the side. The helmet toppled to the floor with a clang. Eliza’s eyes went wide as she absorbed the bruised sight of his neck.
She glanced around, a knot forming in her stomach. Had her warning just been a ploy? She hardly had time to think it when a shadow detached itself from the wall. The thick cord between the man’s hands swept for head, and it was all she could do to get the dagger up, thinking she could cut her way free.
The explosion of light that rocked her vision sent her to her knees, a fierce throbbing emanating from the back of her head. There were two of them!
And then all she saw was darkness.
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Don't waste your money. 50 pages of a partial story. Would have liked to have known girl on girl encounter- not my thing.