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

holding.

Hauling off her, he grabbed a fur off the ground and draped it over her body. He
tucked it around her limbs before easing down onto the wood stool. Placing his elbows on
his knees, he ran a hand through his blond-streaked hair. He looked tired. Although she
tried not to feel emotion toward him, Sable couldnТt help but soften. She remembered the
battle. For a week she and the other Wolf Warriors fought these men to save the wolves.
She recalled watching how Eirik battled. Fierce and untiring, he had been spectacular. He
was a fighter to be feared and a man not to cross. She learned this the hard way.

УI think now would be a good time to explain what a claiming ceremony is,Ф she
said.

Sable tried to breathe deeply, but her chest clenched in stress. The feeling that she
was in trouble had not alleviated and was intensified by his actions.

He inclined his head at her. УThey call me Eirik the Fierce. I am an Icelandic clan
leader. I came with this sister tribe to collect the bounty on the wolves. My people are
starving.Ф He shrugged his shoulders as if his declaration was of no consequences. УWhat
are you called?Ф

УSable.Ф

УAh,Ф he nodded. Reaching for something at his feet, he picked up a small wooden
bowl. He set it down next to her. Lifting a strand of her long dark brown hair, he brought
it to his lips and ran it through his fingers, like water.

УI can see why you are called this. You are very beautiful.Ф

The statement hung in the air. Surprise prickled through her mind. He had knocked
her out during the fight between the Wolf Warriors and the Norseman. They had come
hunting for the wolves, ending up in a war neither of them had expected. Many had died
the day he had taken her. The situation didnТt sit well with her. The fact she had let this
man touch herЧand enjoyed itЧshamed her. She sighed.

УI am not your enemy.Ф He gently wiped a sticky substance over the sore spot on her
cheek. As if he could read her thoughts, he said, УI struck you to save your life.Ф


He slipped down the fur and applied the salve to some of her other cuts, his touch
gentle and erotic at once. Her breath sucked in and she told herself to think of him as a
healer. Although she was not gravely injured, the small cuts, if unattended, could fester.

УWhat do you mean?Ф she asked, her voice huskier than normal.

УWhat I am saying is you were destined to lose that fight.Ф He attended a particular
nasty cut on her thigh but she hardly felt any pain, instead concentrating on the slide of
his fingers. There was something so sensual about having this man bend over her and
touch her. She began to spin back to a highly impassioned state. Her pulse skipped, her
heart pounded, and she could smell her own arousal.