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though she was nothing but a feather. His strength alone made her apprehensive. She stood before him, 21
    Valhalla Wolf [Viking Warriors Book 2]
    by Constantine De Bohon
    fearfully, her bare breasts just above the heated water. His hands rose to cup each one, testing their weight. Vicki was big-breasted and he looked impressed. She was amazed his hands were so large they seemed to fit her perfectly.
    She wasn't certain what to do. Should she pull away? What if he hurt her? She began shaking and her throat made that disturbing whimpering sound again. She felt her teeth click together. His nose nuzzled her hair; she heard him breathe in her scent and he said something quietly. His rough voice gentled and she felt his palm cup her chin for a moment when he spoke a word that sounded strangely enough like an endearment. Whereas before, his once fury-filled eyes had now changed to being full of deep, longing desire. She again blinked in her confusion. Only moments earlier he had come after her with a sword. Now he lifted a handful of water to dribble it over her chest and between her breasts. The water warmed her as was no doubt his motive. What is going on?
    Was she perhaps mistaken? Maybe he really had been sent by Trisha after all and his playacting had gotten out of hand.
    He seemed to be taking genuine pains not to frighten her further. But why the sudden change in languages? Did people really get so caught up in character to play a part? She had heard some did. Whatever was happening was thankfully lessening her fear—at least of her imminent demise.
    "What do you want?" she whispered, her teeth clicked together.
    In response Wolf's hands rubbed warmth into her neck and shoulders. His long fingers ran through her hair and he smiled at her looking pleased. He tugged at her blond streak with 22
    Valhalla Wolf [Viking Warriors Book 2]
    by Constantine De Bohon
    curious interest. Her breathing grew rapid. No one had ever touched her like this. He again fondled her. He squeezed and rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped past her lips. Again he was talking to her in a strange tongue. His deep voice was nonthreatening and she wondered again at his change in attitude. Was it because she had thrown down her sword and surrendered? Was that part of the playacting, her submission?
    Trisha had always told her she was a control freak and needed to just once let down her guard. Vicki had argued back that no one was impressive enough to do that with. But this man is. The thought made her swallow hard.
    "Please talk to me," she begged.
    His lips were at her ear and she could hear what sounded like individual words rolling off his tongue. It took her a few moments before she realized she recognized some of his language.
    Her great-grandmother had taught her a few foreign words from long ago. He was speaking Old Norse. Her eyes widened in stunned surprise. He must be an actor. Trisha knew of her heritage and the stories she had been told. Trisha knew all of her secrets—even the naughty ones. They shared everything with each other. No doubt all of this was meant for her—her surprise. Trisha was giving her a chance to play out her fantasy. That must be why the language change. It was the only thing that made sense.
    Vicki caught a few of the words he was saying. Beautiful.
    Sweet. Hot. He called her his little Valkyrie. From his gentle tone she realized he did in fact no longer want to flay her 23
    Valhalla Wolf [Viking Warriors Book 2]
    by Constantine De Bohon
    alive—but to screw her! She pushed at his large hands with her uncertainty.
    "Now wait a minute," she demanded.
    He put his hands back on her and continued his discoveries. Vicki yelped when his fingers dipped below the water and spread her thighs. She struggled, but he held her still. She gasped when a huge finger reached its way up inside her. He grunted and his eyes widened and he looked at her with some surprise. She was a