"Wolf Warrior - 03 - A Viking's Vow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Monet Rae)

She bristled when he chuckled. The hand holding her ankle began to travel up her
leg, the transition from fighter to lover flawless as he inched his fingers up her inner
thigh. She tried not to be affected by his touch, but failed miserably.

God, he is incredible.

As his hand glided up her leg, he moved closer. She got a whiff of his scent, sweat
mixed with horses and earth. It was a heady blend, very appealing. Sable shook her head,
trying to clear her befuddled brain. He was barely clothed himself. She could see the
smoothness of his skin stretched tight over his muscular frame. There were scars, but the
marks didnТt detract from his appeal, instead they enhanced it.


HeТs got me caught in some sort of spell.

His fingers reached her core. At first he hesitated, but when she didnТt protest he slid
closer and began to stroke her vagina. Gently circulating his fingers around her clit, he
rotated his hand and slowly pressed a finger into her damp heat. At the same time, he
lowered his handsome head to her breast. With his tongue, he circled her peaked nipple.

Sable arched in pleasure. The sensations he created in her were beyond normal,
almost as if he had swept a magic wand over her and commanded her body to mate with
his. The craving was so strong, so hard to deny or fight; it was uncanny.

The most primitive urgings to mate replaced SableТs common sense. She closed her
eyes and dropped her head back as he matched the actions of his mouth with his fingers.
He glided in and out of her wetness, taking her higher than she had ever been. Her eyes
rolled back, her neck arched. As she climbed closer to an orgasm, she creamed against his
fingers. This arousal she was experiencingЧit was almost as if she had a Wolf Warrior
bond with him. Impossible. Bonds of that sort were only formed with other Wolf
Warriors. That bond was a mating ritual older than time among her peopleЧto ensure the
future of the Realm.

What the hell am I doing?

She tried to interject some logic into her body, which seemed to have a mind of its
own. She had never been so impassioned in her life. She could feel her wetness leaking
onto his busy fingers. He switched to her other breast, sucking, licking. He drew her
nipple into his mouth and worshipped it, while he withdrew his fingers and pinched her
clit.

Sable was mindless. She saw stars; the breath left her body and huffed out in a loud
moan, her body bowed as she rode the orgasm. Her inner muscles convulsed, and she
closed her eyes.

Then it was over. She sagged back against the pelt, feeling boneless.

He withdrew his fingers. Running his fingers up her abdomen, he linked his hand
behind her head and brought her face to his. Sable opened her eyes. Her brown gaze met