Love's Fury (Viking's Fury #1) Read Free

soft fragrance of flowers filled his nostrils. The same scent in her dark hair. His cock hardened instantly.
    She’s was here.
    Perhaps hiding under the bed. He looked but found nothing. Something heavy smashed into the side of his face as he began to stand, the force of the blow enough to make his head spin. Odin’s blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of movement. He spun around in time to see her retreating, but exploded sideways, snaring her ankle.
    “I almost lost you,” he said, still on his knees.
    She kicked her hand-shackled foot, dropping the scuttle she held.
    “You assaulted me with a platter?” Konal didn’t know if he should laugh or beat the wench silly.
    “Let me go.” She kicked again, but this time, he yanked her down. He let go as she fell to the floor, the impact knocking the breath out of her.
    “I suggest you get used to kneeling,” Konal grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her toward him.
    “I swear if I ever get the chance, I’ll leave your lifeless form in the open so crows can feed upon your liver.” Silvia thrashed like a snared rabbit.
    It was a wonder that she acted so insolently. Once he regained control, he freed her hair and clamped on to her hips, flipping her over. He hovered above her face, rage and shock contorted her delicate features. Already hard with desire, her ceaseless resistance did unspeakable things to his body. But he mustn’t let carnal need overshadow his duties.
    She’d publicly assaulted him and cursed Prince Ivarr, a man who’d struggled in his childhood to strengthen his crippled body. A man everyone respected, for though his legs were twisted and unsightly, he could limp along. But when he sat astride a horse, he was a formidable warrior. Her words against the prince would cost any man his life. And Konal wasn’t so sure she deserved to live.
    Though little, she’d proven how dangerous she was if he turned his back. His duties did not include acting as a nursemaid for a bitter wench who needed a beating.
    “Are you finished with your tantrum?”
    In answer, she smacked his face.
    All right, she thrived on violence—well so did he. Konal threw back his head and laughed. “A good thrashing makes me want you more.”
    “Pig!”
    “And insults…” He leaned closer, harnessing her tiny wrists with one hand, then forced them over her head. “Call me whatever you wish, Silvia, I’ll try to live up to each, one at a time.”
    She glared up at him unblinking. Her eyes were the color of the summer ocean. A mixture of sapphire and emerald, on fire with hatred. He could stare into their depths forever if he had the taste for Saxon flesh. Which he didn’t. Not at the moment. But he admitted, she was no ordinary girl.
    She squirmed. “Free me, now .”
    He rewarded her futile struggles with a grin. At the very least, she’d be a welcome distraction once he settled his affairs with the Danes. After a solid year of fighting, he deserved a long rest. Konal’s agreement with Ivarr expired yesterday. Nothing required him to stay. Family and friends waited for him in Norway, a life he sorely missed. He weighed his options while he waited for Silvia to tire herself out. She possessed the endurance of a lad.
    “Get off of me.” She kneed him between the legs, grazing his pikk .
    “Goddamnit!” He winced. The burning sensation slowly spread from his groin to his stomach. He choked down bile as he ran his fingers over her, capturing her face between his hands. With one squeeze, he could end it.
    She swallowed, her eyes fixed on his lips. Although her hands were free, she didn’t hit him again. “I’m going to have a taste now.”
    Konal lifted her and her mouth dropped open in shock, granting him access to the heat within. She tasted as sweet as the fragrance in her hair and he groaned, burning with dark lust. Did the bloody wench eat blossoms, too?
    Tiny fists repeatedly connected with his chest and arms, but it didn’t dissuade him.