Page 93 of My Fair Viking

His turn. She had thought it was over. She certainly felt complete. But no, he had raised himself up on straightened arms and now began to thrust in and out of her… long strokes that went on forever, dragging on her inner walls, sucking her back into the vortex of passion with a jolt of even more intense pleasure.

She could not think. She bucked her hips. She writhed from side to side. She wailed her building arousal, much, much more powerful than the previous ones.

"Do something," she screamed. "Do it, do it, do it!" She had no idea what she was urging him to do to put her out of her agony. All she knew was that the infuriating man just continued those long, slow strokes that were driving her mad… although she noticed that his teeth were gritted now, and veins stood out on his arched neck and forehead.

She reached out behind him and squeezed his buttocks.

He rewarded her with a groan. Only then did he begin shorter, harder strokes that drove her across the bed. She was meeting him, thrust for thrust, her legs spread as wide as they would go with her feet flat on the mattress. Her insides were grasping him so hard, it was a wonder he was not in pain. Finally it was too much. He roared out his male triumph as his hot seed spurted into her womb, and her pleasure spiraled and spiraled and spiraled till her insides shattered into a million small ripples of woman-joy.

Adam lay atop her for a long time, breathing as heavily as a warhorse. She sounded no better.

When he finally raised his head to look at her through glazed blue eyes, he kissed her swollen lips and whispered, "That was wonderful, my sweet warrior lady."

Her heart sang at his softly murmured sentiment. She asked a simple question then—one which any sensible-minded woman would have asked, in her opinion, but which prompted long peals of laughter from the rogue. "Oh, Tyra, you are priceless," he sputtered as she shoved him off her and onto the floor.

And all she'd said was, "Can we do it again?"

Tyra was straightening out the bed linens, and Adam was making crude but complimentary remarks about her buttocks and what he referred to as her "butt-scar" as she bent over the mattress, when there was a soft knock on the door.

She looked at Adam, who shrugged.

"Tyra, are you all right? I heard you scream." It was Drifa, and her voice was definitely worried.

Adam made a muffled snorting sound and muttered something about her having screamed more than once.

"I'm fine. I… I saw a mouse." She glanced pointedly down at the object lying at rest between Adam's thighs.

He was leaning casually against the wall, waiting for her to finish fixing the bed.

"A mouse! You have never been afraid of mice." It was Ingrith speaking now.

"I was startled, that is all. Besides, this was a particularly hairy mouse."

Adam made great show of examining his male part for hair. Then he silently mouthed at her the words, "You… will… pay."

"Let us in," Breanne insisted, rattling the door latch, unsuccessfully. Holy Thor! Was the whole tribe here? "Mayhap the Saxon has kidnapped you and he is holding a knife to your body, forcing you to mislead us."

Tyra made a little squeal, but not in response to what Breanne had said. She was reacting to the Saxon coming up behind her while she was still bent over the bed. And it was not a knife he held to her body. 'Twas something altogether different, though it was hard.

"I heard a squeal," Vana said. Yea, it was the entire tribe, come to cheer her on… or something.

"Must be the mouse." Tyra could scare breathe, let alone speak, for the ingenious man had lifted her up onto the mattress so that she was on all fours, and he had come up behind her. Into her ear he whispered, "Have you ever seen a stallion mount a mare?"

While her very own "stallion" fondled her breasts and mounted her from behind, and her eyes rolled back in her head, she managed a forceful, "Go away!" to her sisters. She couldn't be absolutely sure that they had left. They might have their ears pressed against the door. To be on the safe side, she made sure that she uttered no neighing noises.

They had no sooner completed their "ride" and were lying limp on the bed with satiety… she on her stomach, Adam on top of her… when there was another knock on the door, more forceful this time.

"Adam, open the door. I was in the hall under this room, and the ceiling is shaking. Has your Amazon lady been beating you?" It was Tykir.

"Amazon lady?" Tyra exclaimed and attempted to pummel his shoulders from behind. "Did you refer to me as an Amazon?"

"Only in the nicest possible way."

"Tyra's sisters are worried about her. Let us see that she is well." Bloody hell! It appeared that Alinor was there, too. What next?

A child's voice added. "The king sent me with a message fer Master Adam. 'My eldest daughter has a hu-u-uge dowry.' " It was Alrek now.

"Adam does not care about money. He is an honorable man, with more than enough coin of his own," Alinor asserted.