A Viking's Vow 

Rae Monet 

(c) 2004 

A Viking's Vow 

Rae Monet 

Published 2004 

ISBN 1-59578-054-8 

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 
Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright  2004, Rae Monet. All rights 
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of 
the authors imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual 
events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. 

Some say Vikings never made an oath of fealty to any one person. 
Others say a Vikings vow, sworn by the blood of their life, was unbreakable. 
Which was it? 
Only the Gods know the answer. 



Chapter One 

If you struggle, the bindings will tighten. 

Sables eyes slid open. She ceased all movement. 

She was sprawled on a dark fur pelt. She shifted her hips and the pelt caressed her 
naked body, a sensuous surprise she didnt want to notice. Immediately she realized her 
arms were bound above her head, her legs tied to two sturdy stakes and her war paint had 
been washed off. 

The position made her vulnerablea situation a Wolf Warrior never wanted to be in. 

Eyeing the man sitting in front of her, Sable sucked in a strained breath. It was the 
Norseman who had struck her in the woods. The man was huge, his muscled, veined arms 
folded over a wide chest. A metal armband in the shape of some sort of animal adorned 
his right bicep and a tattoo of the same design decorated his left. His sculpted legs were 
bent, his bare feet rested on the ground. He wore only a leather loincloth draped between 
his powerful thighs. Light brown hair streaked with platinum-blond highlights fell his to 
shoulders. His bright blue eyes watched her. As he leaned forward, a gold cross dangled 
from a chain on his neck down to his breastbone. 

If Sable didnt know any better, she would assume she was dead and in the presence 
of an angel. 

She thought about her own tattoo, the one on her shouldertwo intertwined Celtic 
circles, the sign of the Solarians, with a sword uniting the circles. A Wolf adorned the 
middle of the lower circle. She wondered if he had noticed it. Women did not have marks 
like that outside the Realm. She didnt want to reveal the Realm, or her people, to her 
enemy. 

He was applying a salve to a cut on his stomach. Apparently, he had also sustained 
injuries from their battle. He appeared calm and nonchalant, as if he didnt have a care in 
the world. His face was regal, a straight nose, and high foreheadperhaps from a royal 
line, she thought. He smiled at her, displaying a dimple in each cheek. If she wasnt in 
such an undesirable place, in that moment she might have fallen in love with him. 

She tested the bindings around her ankles, tugging her arms down. Just as he had 
promised, the rope tightened. The mans smile disappeared, and he frowned. 

Rotating her head from side to side, Sable did a quick assessment of her situation. 
She was tied naked in front of a barely clothed man, alone. They were in a tent of some 
sort, she guessed, in the middle of the Scottish woodlands. A fire pit in the center of the 
structure warmed the tent and her nakedness, the smoke wafting up a hole in the tent roof. 
Pelts of her dead fellow protectors were piled around her. 

Im in trouble. 

A low whine alerted her. 

Midnight? 

An answering muffled ruff made her turn toward the noise. She growled and arched 
toward her wolf. Midnight was trussed to another steel post, muzzled and bound more 
tightly than her. Ropes were wrapped around her brave companions legs, torso, and 
nose. Sables anger elevated as she struggled to free herself and assist her wolf. The more 


she fought the bindings, the tighter they became. The man arose from his bench, showing 

Sable his great height. Towering above her, he knelt at her side and reached for her wrist. 

Release my wolf, she demanded, jerking away from his hand. 

I think not, my lady. That animal, he nodded at Midnight, would kill me first 
before rescuing you. And right now, he shifted to her other hand, I am the only person 
who can rescue you from harm. 

His voice was strangely accented, a unique mixture of her native Gaelic tongue and 
another origin she couldnt identify. To her dismay, Sable found the combination sexy. 
Her nipples peaked, and she grunted, closing her eyes. Why did this man have such an 
effect on her? 

She opened her eyes when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist. His hand was so 
large, his fingers overlapped on her wrist. With a twist, he released some of the pressure 
from the rope. 

I will not harm you. Please follow my instructions. You are bound for your own 
protection. If I did not do this, the others would kill you. This is not my Clan. If I stray 
from their laws, your life will be forfeit. I am here at their mercy, with only three of my 
men. His face hardened. Two men now. The other was killed by your warriors. 

Sable strove to understand what he was saying, trying to ignore the spiking 
sensations his hand produced when he loosened the binding on her other wrist. He bent 
over her body and ran his thumb lightly over her cheek where he had punched her, 
knocking her unconscious. The soreness made her wince. She was sure the skin had 
darkened and split from the blow. His eyes softened, and he stroked gently. 

And if I release your wolf, he will be immediately murdered. The bounty on his pelt 
is high. High enough to feed these mens people for a fortnight. His hands left her face 
and reached for her ankles, where he began massaging the skin under the bindings. His 
palms and fingers were callused, as if he worked with them or fought often. A mercenary, 
mayhap? Yet his touch was gentle, almost reverent. Against her will, he stirred her. 

Have no doubt, my lady, I will protect you. A Vikings vow is pledged with his 
life. 

Sable tilted her head and studied him. He seemed intent on what he was saying, 
leaning over her, watching his hands touch her skin with an expression on his face she 
couldnt read. She hid her arousal with anger. 

I need not your vow, Viking. 

Then a series of loud shouts outside of the tent drew her captors attention. He turned 
his head, his brows furrowed. He looked like a fierce warrior focused on a fight to the 
death. 

Who are you? she asked. Why am I here? May I clothe myself? 

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 didnt detract from his appeal, instead they enhanced it. 


Hes got me caught in some sort of spell. 

His fingers reached her core. At first he hesitated, but when she didnt 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 Sables 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 experiencingit 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 peopleto 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 
his bright blue one. He lifted his body over hers. Flipping up his loincloth, he positioned 
his body and hardened penis against her. He stroked her face with his thumb. If Sable had 
been a cat she would have purred, she was so aroused and satisfied. It had never been like 
this with a man before. She wanted nothing more than to curl around his cock. 

Scream, he commanded. 

He lightly nipped her lips then ran his mouth down her neck. Passing her pounding 
pulse, he settled to the tender place where her shoulder and neck met. 

Sable shook her head in confusion. Had he just loved her like no other and then 
asked her to scream? 

For the love of Odin, woman, scream. Ill explain later. Just as he whispered the 
words against her shoulder, he opened his mouth and bit her. Hard. 

Struggling underneath him, Sable screamed. Her wolf thrashed and tried to howl. 
Before she could demand what was going on, three burly men threw open the tent flap 
and walked in. 

Ah, Eirik, taming your slave, are you? 

The men slammed their fists on each others backs and howled in laughter. The man 
they called Eirik surrounded her with his muscled arms and made eye contact with her. 


The men couldnt see his expression. His eyes beseeched her. She sucked in a breath to 
talk, and he gave a small negative shake of his head. She shut her mouth. 

Eirik leaned his body over her, effectively blocking the view of her nudity from the 
other men. Then a mask fell over his face, the same warrior expression she had seen 
earlier. In that second, she feared what he had become, her body tensing. After giving her 
one final look, he turned his head toward the men. 

I consider this interruption unwelcome. The manner in which he articulated the 
words, the strange accent, his silky sexy voice, made the words sound like a death threat 
from the king to his peasants. 

The men stopped laughing, their expressions serious. Eiriks glare didnt waver. 

Fair enough, the tallest man said. We expect to take our due during the claiming 
ceremony. Gunthar will guard our spoils, outside the tent. 

The smaller mans hand crept toward the sword on this side, as if he didnt agree. 
Eirik looked hard at him, the expression on his face ferocious. Sable watched the two 
men war with their stares. The smaller mans eyes dropped first. Eirik won. 

Eirik nodded once and turned back toward her, but his gaze didnt touch hers, instead 
falling to the side as if he was weighing whether his words had been taken seriously. 
Grumbling, the men filed out of the tent. He let out a long breath he had obviously been 
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 couldnt 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. 

I think now would be a good time to explain what a claiming ceremony is, 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. They 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. He shrugged his shoulders as if his declaration was of no consequences. What 
are you called? 

Sable. 

Ah, 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. 

I can see why you are called this. You are very beautiful. 

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 didnt sit well with her. The fact she had let this 
man touch herand enjoyed itshamed her. She sighed. 

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


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. 

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

What I am saying is you were destined to lose that fight. 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. 

His head snapped up. She guessed he felt her accelerated heartbeat. 

Sable, you were surrounded by a dozen Norsemen, Viking descendents all of them, 
war trained and experienced. These men are killers, every single one. 

Sable nodded. She knew she had been fated to die before he had struck her. In the 
half sleep shed been in before she had awakened to find herself bound and naked, shed 
assumed she was dead. 

You should have left me to my fate. 

He stopped applying salve and stared at her. Gently pushing a lock of her hair behind 
her ear, he caressed her cheek. His eyes burned with a blue flame. I think not. You are 
my slave now. 

She stiffened. I am a Wolf Warrior of the highest order. Sentencing me to the life of 
a Norsemans slave is a fate worse than death. 

I know not what this Wolf Warrior order is. What I do know is you are now my 
slave, and my slave you will remain. If you fight me, the men who surround me will 
claim you. 

First, he said, returning to tending her wounds, they will rape you. All of them. 
He finished, setting the bowl next to her. Then they will either kill you, making you 
suffer firstthey will enjoy thator they will sell you in the slave market. 

I am not afraid to die, Sable said, watching for his reaction. 

I am afraid for you. He reached over and began untying the bindings that held up 
her arms. After massaging her hands and wrists, he rebound them in the front. Then he 
undid her feet, but not completely, leaving the rope wrapped around her ankles. He slid 
another fur blanket over them. 

Sable was confident he wasnt going to harm her. For some reason, he had chosen to 
save her life. Why, she didnt know. Taking her arms, he pulled them over his head so she 
was hugged next to his body. His skin was rough, yet smooth, lightly sprinkled with 
blond hair. His chest hairs tickled her breasts, making her nipples pearl. 

Sable swallowed a groan of dismay. Her traitorous body wanted this man. 

If you try to escape in the night, I will know it. 

Sighing, she settled against him. 

You have been with a man before. It wasnt a question; it was a statement. There 
was no way he couldnt have noticed her broken hymen when he was stroking her 
intimately. 

Yes. 

His arms tightened around her. 

I will explain the claiming ceremony in the morn. I will prepare you, worry not. 


Sable nodded and resigned herself to sleep. She was exhausted. First, she needed to 

know one thing. 
My wolf? 
She will be fine. Trust me. I vow I will keep you both safe. 
For some reason, Sable believed him. 


Chapter Two 

Sable dreamed. It was a particularly sensual fantasy. She was with her lover. He paid 
homage to her breasts, licking and sucking. She felt confused. She had coupled twice 
with another Wolf Warrior from the Realm when she had finally reached womanhood, 
mostly out of curiosity. It had been a disappointing experience. She had finally ended 
their affair, never feeling as if she could reach satisfaction with him. She now brought 
herself to orgasm on her own, deciding the sweaty sex she had experienced with Whyatt 
had not been worth the trouble. After she ended the affair, the awkwardness made it 
difficult for her to train with Whyatt. And that was not acceptable in the Realm. 

Never had Whyatt aroused her to such a state as she felt now. 

Slowly awakening, Sable arched and moaned in enjoyment. 

It wasnt a dream, it was Eiriks mouth. He was worshipping her breasts, moving 
between each peak as if they were a delicious treat to be savored. Sable sucked in a 
breath. 

Eirik. 

Laving one final lick, he made eye contact with her. The tip of his tongue slowly left 
her nipple. He smiled and Sable felt as if someone punched her in the gut. When he 
smiled, those loveable dimples appeared. He seemed so young, carefree, and  edible. 
She bit her lower lip. She needed to stop thinking about him in that way before she 
succumbed to his designs. He was her enemy, and she his slave. She needed to remember 
that. 

Stop. 

He continued to grin as he slid up her body. Positioning his cock at her vagina, he 
gently probed her. The fur fitted around them, creating a warm cocoon, ripe for 
seduction. She was wet and ready for him to take her. Then, she registered her discovery. 

Gods blood, he is completely naked. 

Eirik, I can not. Stop this. 

He ignored her protest and continued assaulting her senses. She could smell him, his 
scent, his arousal. He softly rubbed his face against the side of her cheek. The stubble of 
whiskers on his chin scuffed her tender skin, painful yet desperately arousing. 

He whispered in her ear, So beautiful. Yield for me, Sable, take me into you. Let me 
have you, drr. He licked her bottom lip, and settled into kissing her, taking her mouth 
as if it was a gift. He released her lips, only to run his tongue down the side of her neck, 
where he positioned his mouth and sucked. 

Sable exhaled. She throbbed all over with passion for this man. Her physical body 
wanted fulfillmentyet her mind begged her to protest. Her mind was losing the battle 
with her body. She wanted him to bury his cock deep inside her. 

Sable felt a strong bond with him. Everything about him touched her mind sense: his 
smooth, yet rough skin sliding against hers, the hair of his chest prickling her stomach, 
his blond mane curled behind his ear to give him uninhibited access to her neck, and his 
smellGods, his scent. She wanted, wanted to have him more than anything she had 
ever wanted in her life. 

Take me in, drr, wrap your legs around me. 


She began to climb, her passion winning over her mindless protests. He was poised 
at her entrance, running his cock barely in and out of her, creating a hot desire that sent 
tingles up her spine. Not entering, yet not retreating, just probing, building a fire. She was 
on the edge of coming. 

Ahhh. Gods blood, she swore. 

He chuckled, and rimmed her ear with his tongue. Take me. Say yes. He exhaled 
the words against her ear. 

She arched into him as he drew his hardness away. She settled down when he 
pressed back in. He was teasing her. Showing her what it could be like if he slid all the 
way in. He seemed so in control. In the midst of her confusion, he was steady as a rock. 
Only a small drop of sweat dripping down his temple told her something different. 

Sable wondered why he didnt just take her. Why he wanted her consent. It would be 
easier if he just raped her. He claimed she was his slave. Even in the Realm, Sable had 
learned the ways of the Vikings. Slaves taken in combat had no rights. 

Sable remained silent. His blue gaze met hers. He had positioned his arms on each 
side of her head. Slowly, inch-by-inch, he slid his large hand down the side of her body to 
cup her ass. Sable arched an eyebrow at him. The side of his mouth tweaked, the 
beginning of a smile appeared. He wrapped his fingers around her thigh and forced her 
leg over his ass. 

Sable didnt protest. She let her leg stay anchored to his ass, curious to see where he 
was going. He trailed his fingers up her body, and Sable shivered in reaction. The light 
butterfly touch of his fingers on her skin burned, heating her from the inside out. After he 
slid his body back up her, he reached down with his other arm and slid up her other leg 
over him, his eyes never leaving hers. 

His gaze was doing strange things to her insides. It was an intimate, loving touch of 
his eyes to hers. He was worshipping her, the way a warrior would do with his life mate. 

Take me. Say yes. Touch me, drr. 

Sable shook her head, trying to deny him. He leaned forward and kissed her, not just 
a normal kiss but a wet mating of lips. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in 
rhythm to his hips and the cock touching her vagina. His tongue entered her mouth, the 
taste of him, wine maybe or something else, she didnt know whatbut the taste of him 
sent her over the brink, teetering towards surrender. 

Sable reached up and circled her arm around him. He was so large; she grabbed his 
shoulders and hung on. His skin was wet now. She was on the edge of an incredible 
orgasm. Her body began to betray her, her hips rose to meet his small thrusts. She closed 
her eyes, savoring the burning feeling that came before the explosion. Her heart tripped 
faster. Her breath came in gasps. 

Yes, thats it, say yes. Come with me. Be mine. Sable, look at me! 

She opened her eyes at his command. His control appeared to be at an end. He was 
gasping now, his skin gleaming with perspiration. He was wild-eyed, looking as if he was 
ready to explode. His expression of pure passion shut down her protests. 

He wants me as much as I want him. 

Yes. 

Hold on, he murmured, his smile gone. He rocked back, and the fur fell off as he 
ran his hands down to her ass to secure her, drawing her up and against him, as if he 
thought she would change her mind and he wanted to make sure she couldnt move. 


She held onto him as he had ordered while he swept her upward, her back lifting off 
the bedding. He thrust his cock into her full hilt, no foreplay, just one forceful push. Sable 
gasped. His cock was huge. It had been too long since the clumsy couplings of her youth, 
and she felt pain. Then he began to move and there was nothing but white-hot bliss. 

The man she thought was in control  considerate of her wisheswas gone. The 
lover that took his place was now taking what he wanted. Sables head fell back as his 
massive cock rode her. She had been on that edge too long. Now she toppled over, 
quickly but not quietly. 

An unbelievable burning heat traveled from where their bodies met to her head and 
exploded with mind-blowing gratification. She cried out. As her head lolled forward, he 
latched onto her lips with his. He made little growling noises, clearly as caught up in the 
moment as her. His breath was labored, panting out against her lips as he seized them and 
kissed her again and again. His tongue entered her mouth, plunging while he thrust in and 
out with his cock. 

She began climbing again. 

Yes, come again for me, drr, again. 

He eased her down onto her back, his lips leaving hers. His hands slid off of her ass 
to imprison her head, the transition flawless. With the added stability of the ground, his 
thrust went deeper, stronger. Of her own volition, Sables hips moved to match his 
rhythm. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes at the added penetration, unable to 
believe he could get any deeper. Yet he did. The friction was so good, so good. He thrust 
in and stopped. 

Gods, youre so tight. 

She opened her eyes, irritated at the interruption. 

How long, drr has it been since you have been with a man? 

Sable huffed in annoyance. Did they need to discuss this right now? To distract him, 
she ran hands down his muscled back to grab his hard ass. He was so brawny, his 
muscles bulged, spasming under her caress. She kneaded his ass and rotated her hips, 
tightening the muscles of her vagina. 

Did you not understand the word yes? 

He groaned and kissed her, one of his moist, heated kisses. He could kiss like no 
other, she thought. Sable took his lips, seizing his offering, and began to move again with 
him. She was so close  so near 

He continued his thrusts, his breath straining. She saw the tension in his face, as if he 
was holding back, waiting for her to join him. 

Come with me, he groaned as he strained against her. Sable tightened her legs 
around him. He held her head between his arms. The pressure of his large body against 
hers was so amazing, as if he was meant be therebetween her legsall her life. 

Come with me. Ahhhh. He released her lips. Sweat formed on his brow, dropping 
onto her neck. The smell of him, that masculine odor, sexy and spicy, was amazing, so 
different from her smell. He continued to thrust, his expression tortured as he obviously 
struggled to keep his restraint. 

For the love of Frigg  Gods  come for me again. Now! His last words 
sounded as if they were wrenched out of him. He groaned as his thrusts increased, 
coming faster and faster. His pleasure became her own. 


Sable did as he demanded. She came like a flash of lightning, exultation blazing 
through her body, momentarily blinding her and robbing her of thought. Her breath 
catching, she sunk into him, crying out. Her groan matched his as he erupted. Pressing 
her down, he plunged into her body. His body jerked, his neck arched. Sable had never 
seen a more beautiful sight. 

He sucked back his breath as she did hers. His body sagged onto her, their sweat 
mixing. At one point Sables fingers had sunk into his beautiful hair. It was like silk in 
her hands. She released the handful, and it slid through her fingers. Spreading her hand, 
she laid it over his head and stroked the softness. She had never snuggled after sex. It 
didnt seem necessary, but now she seemed to crave it. 

He rested on her and she felt his breath slow. The hard pounding of his heart became 
a steady rhythm against her chest. He raised his head and looked at her. 

You are mine now. He tightened his arms around her. 

Sable huffed out a breath, but she couldnt stop her laughter tinged with bitterness. 
Hardly. I will never be yours, Viking, as long as I am your slave. What I give, I give of 
my own free will. 

He stiffened and let out a noise, half growl, half shout. His anger evident, he jerked 
his upper body up and away. 

Do you doubt me? Do you need me to show you? 

Sable tried to restrain her temper. He was still seated inside of her. His hair fell down 
his shoulders, covering his face, masking his emotions from her. 

You are an arrogant ass, Viking, if you think forcing me to your will can bring you 
satisfaction. 

Despite her anger, Sable couldnt seem to help herself. Reaching up, she tucked his 
beautiful blond hair behind his ear so she could see his expression. When she finished, 
her fingers trailed down his cheek to his jaw, then settled on his neck, feeling his beating 
pulse. He had a small scar there, just at the base of his throat, likely a battle wound. It 
looked like a scar from a blade. She stroked the scar, her heart clenching. It was so close 
to the vein in his neck. He could have been killed. She ran her thumb over the scar, 
obsessed with the idea of his death, wondering why it upset her. 

What the hell am I doing? 

She snatched back her hand, chastising herself. Here she was, held prisoner by him, 
claimed as his slave, stroking him like he was really her lover. 

Suddenly his anger seemed to abate. His features softened, he lowered his body back 
down to hers. Flattening his arms, he reached down again and lifted her legs around his 
body. He hardened inside her, his cock straining against the walls of her vagina. Her heart 
began to pound in anticipation, her breath hitching. 

Again, he whispered against her lips before he claimed them with another mind-
blowing melding of lips and tongue. 

She sighed and succumbed as he began to move inside of her. He made her want 
things she shouldnt want. Giving up, Sable buried her hands in his hair, with one final 
thought. 

Maybe bed is where we need to stay. Talking doesnt seem to be our strong area. 


Chapter Three 

Eirik had never been so taken with a woman in his life. He drew in a breath and blew 
it out slowly, savoring the release. 

Gods, what the hell had happened here? 

In less than four hours the other men would be arriving for the claiming ceremony 
and he was lounging in bed, loving a woman he had no business being with. 

When he awoke early that morn, Sable had been wrapped around him like a lover in 
a shelter of sensual warmth. Earlier, he had released her bindings. She hadnt stirred 
although he left her hands free. That might have been his first mistake. 

Initially, he was merely going to wake her, tell her what to expect. Discuss the roles 
they needed to act out. He traced the mark on her shoulder, it was so intricate, incredible, 
the mark of a warrior. What had he gotten himself into? Then her floral scent permeated 
his senses, setting off a trigger in his body he could no longer deny. 

She stretched against him. The warmth of her skin touched him and his cock stood at 
attention, urging him to claim her. Her breath stirred against his ear as she snuggled next 
to his side. In her sleep-induced state her hand twitched and slid to gently massage his 
chest. She wasnt aware of what she was doing, he could tell by the cute snore. 

But his dick was having no part of leaving her alone. The final slip of her leg against 
his snapped his restraint. The control he had worked on maintaining from the first 
moment he laid eyes on her dissolved. 

He had rolled over and began to celebrate her body. He couldnt help himself. He 
wanted her, needed to claim her as his own. As far as he was concerned, she was his 
woman. 

He had to have her. He wanted her so bad he was in pain. These feelings had been 
with him, haunting him since they met. He remembered it well 

That day, she had been fighting against the Norsemen. She had been glorious, red 
war paint adorning her face and arms, her sword moving as if connected to her body. She 
parried with her trained Viking opponent, her skill so sure it was unbelievable. She had 
fought far better than any woman had the right to fight. But he saw she was tired. She 
had been fighting for hours, and favored her hip, as if it was injured. The blood that 
flowed down her leg made him almost dizzy in his anger. 

He made a vow that day, to protect her. A vow he had no intention of ever breaking. 

And now she was holding him, cradling him against her heated body. They had just 
thoroughly loved twice and he would go again if he wasnt concerned about her comfort. 
She had been so tight. He could tell she hadnt had a man in a long time. When she told 
him she had been with a man, he assumed she had many lovers. A woman so beautiful 
should have plenty of experience. But that was not the case. And now she was his, and he 
was keeping her. 

He snuggled into her. Leaning on his arms, he dropped his head into her neck and 
breathed deep. She smelt like a combination of roses, sweat, and sex. His cock began to 
harden in response. She moaned. 

Gods, he needed to get a hold of himself. 

I need to talk to you, he said. 


The sound of his voice seemed to kick her out of her agreeable mood. She stiffened 
in his arms and gave a small push. He sighed in regret and eased out and off of her. He 
couldnt quite make himself release her. Tucking her into his side, he reached down and 
tugged the fur back over them. 

She peered past him to her wolf. Midnight. Relief laced her voice. 

Slipping his hair behind his ear, he turned toward his woman. Last night, before 
untying Sable, he had freed her wolf and placed her in a cage. He only left the muzzle, so 
she wouldnt alert the other hunters. If they knew he had an affinity for the wolf, they 
would kill it in a minute. The same would be true for Sable. Taming her would be a 
challenge. 

I untied her. 

She sighed and tucked her head under his chin. Eirik rested an arm around her. If he 
could stay here, with her in his arms under him when needed, all would be well. 

My thanks. 

He trailed his finger down her arm. She shivered. 

Cold? 

She paused, then sighed. Nay. 

He knew how difficult it was for her to admit her attraction to him. When she had 
first told him to stop loving her, he considered her request until he saw the way her body 
had reacted to his. She wanted him. 

We must talk. The claiming ceremony, he said as stroked her skin, his hand sliding 
down her arm. Her skin was so soft, so beautiful; he had never felt anything like it. Just to 
touch her aroused him. 

Continue. 

He smiled at her command. This was not a woman used to taking orders, more 
familiar with giving them. She was a warrior, and that was one of the characteristics that 
had attracted him to her. An incredibly sexy warrior. 

It is a Viking tradition, when a female slave is taken in battle she must be claimed 
in front of all the men, to prove his mastery. Claimed is not the word. He paused and 
looked away. Forced is a closer fit. 

She raised her head, her stormy gaze battling with his blue stare. Claimed by 
whom? 

Reaching up, he stroked her hair. Her hair was incredible, a warm spicy deep brown, 
sinfully sexy. Her hair felt better than the softest mink pelt, smooth and velvety. He ran 
his fingers through it. The need to have her began sneaking up on him again. 

You are claimed by the person who captured you. His hand slid to the back of her 
head. He moved his fingers down to her neck and massaged the tight muscles. 

She moaned and tilted her head. Her hair fell to the side, caressing his arm. He pulled 
in a long breath, trying to calm himself. He had just taken her twice, and he wanted to 
take her again. Right then, right there. 

Eirik growled in frustration. She was turning him into a mindless, rutting beast. 

I need you to fight me, drr. I want the men to see your defiance, then your 
surrender. This is the only way to keep them away from you. 

She jerked back from his touch. He could sense her protest even before she made it. 

I will not surrender. She started to push away, but Eirik grabbed her arm, stopping 
her. Her eyes flashed. His heartbeat quickened. She was even more beautiful in anger. 


If you dont, I will have no power over what will happen. 

So be it. 

Her statement ignited his fury. He grabbed her and swung her underneath him. She 
struggled, which only incited his physical response. His cock hardened as he used his 
weight to pin her down. She groaned, her rage evident, but she didnt have a chance 
against him. His Viking ancestors had gifted him with superior height and a muscular 
frame that dwarfed other men, let alone one small woman. 

Crying out, she struck him in the shoulder. Eirik grinned at her puny attempt to hurt 
him. She hadnt hit him hard. He sensed her will to injure him did not match her desire. 
She was skilled enough to put up a good fight should she want to. 

You are beautiful when you are angry, drr. 

She grunted and tried to strike him again. He grabbed her hands and pinned them 
above her head. Her back arched, thrusting her bare breasts into him. He groaned. Having 
her naked body underneath him again had his cock running his brain. 

Gods, you stir me, woman. His statement was a curse. He didnt want to be 
affected like this. With any other woman or any other situation, he would have followed 
the Viking code. Rape and pillage. Although most of the time the edict was nonsense, he 
was beginning to understand why his descendants earned their reputation. It was so much 
easier not to be emotionally attached to your slave. 

You will do as I have instructed and not place yourself in peril, or I will He 
stopped and glanced toward her wolf. His jaw hardening, he continued, I will release 
Midnight to the hunters. 

She gasped. You would not. Her eyes searched his face. 

Drawing on the blood of his descendents, he cleared his expression. I will. 

She tried to arch underneath him, growling and struggling. He eased down more of 
his weight on her. 

Do not hurt Midnight, she pleaded 

Sensing Sables distress, her wolf rose in her pen and started to paw the wooden 
prison. 

Eirik turned toward the animal. Stop. Now! 

The wolf stopped and lay down in the pen. 

How did you 

I am gifted with wolves. They say it is in my Berserkers heritage. It is said my 
grandfather was a Berserker. Some say he was part wolf. I seem to be able to speak to the 
wolves. 

She stopped struggling and stared at him, her eyes wide. Gods Blood, surely you 
jest? 

He laughed at her expression. There are many tales about Vikings, their gods and 
their ghosts, drr. Do not doubt what I tell you. 

Why do you call me drr? 

Have I? 

You have. 

Its a term my mother always used. I forget sometimes. English is a second language 
to me, learned so I may travel and trade. 

He didnt tell her it meant my dearest and was only used as a term of endearment 
with close loved ones. 


Please do not hurt Midnight. 

Her appeal hit him straight in the gut. But he had to be stern. For her own safety. 

Hear me, Sable. Mind what I am saying and all will be well. He couldnt help 
himself; he leaned down and kissed her. She was so kissable with her full rosy lips, wet 
and cool. Just looking at them made him want to explore, to touch, to claim. Every time 
his lips touched hers, he felt overwhelmed with a need to plunge his tongue in her mouth 
and lap up all he could. Her lips were made to be loved. And he was the man who had the 
pleasure of capturing them. 

Eirik angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue coming out to mate with 
hers, to tease her and challenge her. She picked up the gauntlet and tangled her tongue 
with his. He felt her hands curl into her hair. He loved the feel of her, the taste. The 
tightening of her hands in his hair turned him on, taking him to another level of arousal. 
His body craved hers. 

There wasnt a better sensation than this womans tongue in his mouthexcept to 
have it coupled with his cock buried in her to her womb. 

He moaned. He was losing control again. 

He jerked away, his eyes running over her expression. Her hands loosened from his 
hair and stroked his neck. She had done it before, touched the scar on his neck. The look 
that flickered across her face was priceless. He sensed her emotions. She was ready to kill 
whoever had harmed him. 

She was getting as attached to him as he was to her. 

Eirik tried to remember how tight she had been, how she had cried out in pain when 
he had first entered her. 

He couldnt love her again. It was too soon. He tried to slow his pounding pulse. 
Groaning, he lurched off her body. Staring down at her as she laying back on his pelt 
bedding, he almost jumped back on her. 

We seem to have a connection, you and I. He couldnt believe he said that, 
revealing vulnerability he hadnt wanted her to see. 

Yes, we do, she said without hesitation. Sitting, she pulled the fur around her. She 
dropped her chin in contemplation, then raised her eyes to look at him. A dangerous 
connection. We are enemies, you and I. As long as you hold me as your captive, we will 
remain so. 

Eirik was immediately angry. How could she say that? He hardened his heart. You 
will do as I have instructed for the ceremony. 

She tilted her head and glanced at her wolf. Sighing, she eased down onto her back, 
pulling the fur with her. She made a spectacular picture, the woman of his dreams, 
wrapped in fur and lying in his bed. 

I will try. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. That was the best he would get from her. He reached 
over to grab his clothing. Once dressed, he settled on the bench next to her and began 
polishing his long knife. The same knife stained with the blood of her people in battle. He 
felt even further regret now that he had gotten to know Sable. She turned toward him. 

When? 

He knew what she was asking. 

At sunrise, no later than three or four hours. Go back to sleep. I will wake you when 
it is time. 


She closed her eyes, then popped them open. Eirik? 

Yes, drr? 

Must we do this in front of them? 

He sighed and dropped down on the blankets. As he stroked her head, she leaned into 
his hand. I will do my best to shield you from them, but, yes. If we dont, they will have 
legal claim to take you from me. It will be rough, drr. I cant promise it any other way. 
Your life is at stake here. They have expectations we cannot stray from, or it could be my 
life as well. There are over twenty of them. I am vastly outnumbered. I have only two 
men left, simple farmers, not warriors. She nodded and laid her head on the pelt, closing 
her eyes again. 

He rose and resumed his position. 

Eirik? 

He smiled, Yes? 

I am not now, nor will I ever be, well-versed in surrender. Fighting I can do, 
surrender 

I know. Get some sleep. 

Eirik watched her until she closed her eyes and her chest rose and fell with a 
consistent cadence. The morning would bring the challenge of his life, to take his woman 
and in front of other men. The thought sickened him. He had to think of something. 


Chapter Four 

When Sable next awoke, her wrists and ankles were bound again. A rumbling of 
noise came from outside the tent, as if a hundred men had gathered in festivity to drink 
the eve away. She heard laugher and shouting, followed by the clash of swords meeting. 

She didnt bother trying the bindings this time. She glanced around and noticed 
Midnight was not in her pen. Crying out, Sable jerked her arms. Instead of giving, the 
ropes tightened. She sucked in a breath and tried to calm down. 

Suddenly, three huge men walked into the tent. They wore leather armor with animal 
pelts draped over their chests and tucked into wide leather belts. One had a round wooden 
shield, intricately decorated, attached to his belt. Long leather boots completed their 
dress. The men were armed as if they were going to battle, one with a broad sword, a 
larger man with an axe. Another leaned on a spear, a long knife tucked into his belt. Sable 
eyed that knife. If she could possibly get to it 

You come usno trouble, the man with the axe said in broken English. 

Sable arched her eyebrow and nodded toward her bound hands. You release me? 
she said slowly. 

The men looked at each other. After a long pause, the largest man stepped forward 
and pulled a short knife from his boot. He stood in front of her, twirling the knife 
between his fingers. Then he made a motion with his fingers, running them across his 
throat with a slicing gesture. 

You fight, you die. 

Sable nodded. He eyed her as if he didnt trust her, but leaned down and quickly 
sliced each of the bindings. Wrapping the fur around her body, Sable glanced up at the 
man. He clamped his large hand on her arm and hauled her onto her feet. Sable winced 
and tried to jerk away. Growling, he snatched a handful of her hair and yanked her head 
back. 

He thrust the knife to her throat. You fight, you die. 

Sables warrior instinct kicked in. Dropping the fur, she reached up to grab the knife. 
Wrapping her fingers around the blade, she held it from her throat. This was an age-old 
warrior defense technique. Slicing the hand was better than the throat. Her palm burned 
as the knife cut through the skin, then she felt her blood dripping down her throat. The 
man whispered foreign words into her ear. Although she didnt know the meaning, she 
recognized the hate. His rancid breath wafted over her, making her want to retch. 

Sable collapsed her leg at the same time she slapped the blade away from her throat, 
positioned her leg behind the mans knee, and pushed. He yowled and went down. Sable 
used his surprise and off-balance position to wrench the knife from of his hands. She 
could feel the other men slide in behind her, heard a blade being drawn, but she didnt 
care. If she were going to die, it would be fighting. Jamming her knee into her victims 
throat, she took the knife and positioned it between his legs, positioning the blade within 
a hairs breath of his penis. He made gurgling noises. 

Dont ever threaten me, Viking, or you wont be fathering any more children. 

She pressed the blade further in his crotch. She stilled when the point of a sword 
touched her naked back. 


Release him. 

Sable stopped. Staring down at the man on the ground, she weighed her options. 

Eirik told me to tell youremember vow. 

Sable turned toward the man, her knee pressing farther into the mans throat. 

Are you his man? she asked, he nodded. 

Remember, Eirik tell you. He held out his hand for the knife. 

His English was broken, but she got the message. She turned back around and stared 
at the man below her knee. His face was turning a lovely shade of purple, spit leaked 
from the side of his mouth. She sighed. Pulling up the knife, she twirled it around in her 
hand, spinning it through and around her fingers, then she settled it back into her palm. 
Finally, she twisted and handed it to the man. She lifted her knee and stood. Eiriks man 
grabbed her arm. The other man sheathed his sword. 

Sable leaned down to pick up her fur to cover her naked body. As she straightened, a 
fist came flying at her face. 

Her cheek exploded with pain. She grunted, fell to the ground, rolled and came back 
up, ready to fight. The man was screaming in his native language. The other man held 
him, screaming back, trying to keep him from her. Eiriks man grabbed the fur off the 
floor. Wrapping it around her, he led her out of the tent into a gathering of Viking 
warriors wilder than any wolves shed known. 

Men were everywhere, laughing, drinking, wrestling in the dirt and fighting each 
other. In the midst of the chaos, a circle of men stood in the center of a grassy clearing. 
Some wore full armor with chain mail; others were barely clothed. 

Eiriks man led Sable to the clearing. Before he let her loose, he shoved his hand into 
the fur. She felt the hilt of the knife she had used on his friend press into her palm. Her 
eyes met his. He looked toward the crowd. Her eyes followed his. In the center of the 
ring, Eirik stood. 

Sables breath caught. Besides his leather loincloth, a wolf pelt covered his body. 
The head of the wolf rested on top of his head, the body fell down his back and his 
buttocks, ending at his calves. A wide leather belt held the pelt in place. His hair fell wild 
around his face, down to his shoulders. 

He looked magnificent! Fierce and incredibly sexy. Despite the carousing men, her 
stinging cheek and the ordeal ahead of her, her body began to hum, heating from the 
inside out. Her heart pounded in her chest. 

Then the men in the circle began to scream and cheer. But when her gaze met 
Eiriks, the voices seemed to fade. She tried to read his emotions, but his face didnt give 
anything away. 

Looking stern, he shouted in a foreign language and pointed to the center of the ring. 
His man shoved her ahead of him and kept shoving until she was standing within ten feet 
of Eirik. At Eiriks next command, the man walked away. Eirik shouted into the air, 
inciting the circle of men to yell back with a volume that made her cringe. They still 
yelled as he walked slowly toward her, one step at a time, until he stood so close all she 
could see was his large, wolf-clad body. He leaned toward her, his hands reaching for her 
shoulders. 

Who struck you? he whispered. 

She met his angry gaze. He looked ready to leave the ring and defend her honor. 


One of the men, she said, her voice low. Of course, that was after I placed a knife 
to his crotch after he tried to slice my throat. She opened her hand. 

He glanced down and growled at the blood dripping slowly down her palm. I will 
kill him. No harm was to come to you. I will kill him. 

His vow softened her heart. Lets do this, Eirik. 

He gaze met hers. Are you ready? 

She gave a slight nod. 

He stepped back and ripped the pelt off her body. The shock made her gasp. She bent 
her knees and raised the knife. He dropped his head back and yelled in Norse. Then he 
turned in a circle and howled. 

Her jaw dropped as all the men joined in. Glancing around, Sable took in the 
hardened circle of men watching them. She had never seen such a fierce group of 
seasoned fighters. 

Her Warrior impulse triggered. She raised her knife and dropped in a classic Wolf 
Warrior position to one knee. 

Eirik spun around until he was in front of her. He seemed stunned for a moment, 
then yelled to his man and held out his hand. A long knife came flying from the crowd. 
He caught it as casually as a piece of fruit, no fear in his expression. He faced her, 
weapon in hand. 

* 

Eirik shouldnt have been surprised she chose to arm herself. He wasnt concerned 
about disarming her. She was skilled, but not up to his level. Much to his annoyance, he 
became aroused instead. Watching her stand totally naked and vulnerable, yet proud and 
strong, he couldnt have wanted her more. 

His cock stood at attention. He circled to her left, his knife displayed. She watched 
him but didnt move. He was vaguely aware of the shouts of the surrounding men. He 
had tuned them out after he shouted his claim that Sable was his slave and no one elses. 

Come, Viking, take what you claim is your own, she said, breaking into his 
thoughts. 

He smiled at her. Oh, I will, slave. 

You will try, you mean. 

I will succeed. 

He stalked closer, enjoying the chase until he noticed the blood dripping from her 
mouth, reminding him how serious the situation was. If he didnt make a good show of 
this, she could end up with the man who had hit her. 

Continuing to circle, he assessed her weak side. He chose his position carefully. He 
had seen her fight. He knew she dropped her left when she was tired. He would use that 
fact and his superior skills to his advantage. 

She followed his movement, eyeing him with concentration. He wondered what she 
was thinking. Another woman would have made this easy for him, but not Sable. Why 
that thought pleased him, he didnt know. 

Reaching the correct position, he lunged at her. 

She spun and met him. Her hand lashed up to strike him with her knife. He knocked 
her arm aside with ease. His forearm locked with hers as they battled for her knife. She 
moved quickly, her other fist making contact with his jaw as she punched him. 


He jerked back, dropped low and spun. His leg coming out, he took her down to the 
ground. She tried to roll but he was on her, pinning her to the ground with his weight. He 
reached up. Locking his much larger hand on hers, he pressed his thumb into the joint 
below her thumb. 

She cried out as he finished the move with a twist, forcing her to drop the knife. He 
grabbed it and flung it and his own aside. It was over. Breathing heavily, he thanked the 
gods. His plan had fallen into place perfectly. Had she gotten into a lengthy battle, her 
adrenalin and instinct might have driven her to fight to the death. 

She made a lightning move and scooped up the knife. His heartbeat pounded. He 
realized if he didnt move fast, she would be in grave danger. He tackled her and they 
crashed to the ground together. Squirming underneath him, she howled. The cry sent 
shivers down his spine. He steeled himself against the hurt and anger in her voice. He 
needed to be done, and be done quickly. 

Anchoring her hands above her head, he pinned her legs down with his, imprisoning 
her with his body so she couldnt get up. He yelled out in Norse, his gaze running over 
the troop of men surrounding them. 

She is mine. I claim her now. No other will touch or harm my slave or they will 
face my sword. 

Aye, a voice yelled. Then a chorus came. Aye, aye, aye. 

Relieved, he turned back to Sable. 

She was wide-eyed, her pupils enlarged as if she was going into shock. Although she 
stared at him, he doubted she saw him. She seemed to be slipping away from him. 

Sable, stay with me, he murmured, his voice urgent. 

She shook her head and blinked, as if coming out of a sleep. She stared at him as if 
she saw him after a long absence. 

Hold on, drr, Ill be quick. 

He shifted. Releasing her hand, he ripped his loincloth off, throwing it aside, then 
recaptured her arm before she could register it was free. Pressing his body on hers, he 
thrust into her. 

She moaned and bowed into him. Her hands tightened on his and she cried out, her 
eyes closing. For the benefit if the crowd, he arched his neck and howled again. He 
moved hard and fast. Her body began to move with his. Her legs wrapped around him 
and dug into his ass. Despite his minds distaste for what he was doing, his body reveled 
in mating with her like an animal in front of twenty men. It was an instinct older than 
time, claiming a woman sexually. Filling her now was so satisfying. So good. He tried 
not to let the pleasure roll through him, but he couldnt help it. Leaning his head down, he 
let his hair shield her face from the men. 

Sable, look at me. 

Her eyes opened and she stared at him. He kissed her then as he pumped roughly in 
and out. He was about three pumps from spilling himself. The fight, the sight of her 
naked, claiming her in front of everyone, brought him to the peak of arousal. He wished 
he could bottle this feeling and release it every day of his life. Leaning down, he licked 
her bottom lip and whispered, Are you all right, drr? Do you feel this  incredible? 

Then she did something he never in a thousand lifetimes thought she would do. She 
smiled and winked. 

Yes, I do. 


Eirik smiled back. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. Her hips 
tilted into his as he thrust forward, in and out. He felt the muscles of her vagina squeeze 
his cock and she gave a small almost muted cry, as if she was trying to hold it back. 

Her pleasure heightened his. He was so close. He felt her squeezing his hands. 
Clenching hers back, he lost himself in her. His eyes closed. He gave two final thrusts, 
then arched up and howled as he came. 

The caveman yell heightened his orgasm. He had never spilled his seed with such 
force or passion. Sable stiffened beneath him and stifled a groan as she convulsed around 
his still-stiff cock. He leaned down and ravished her lips, swallowing her cry of 
fulfillment. She exhaled into his mouth. As he lifted his lips and nibbled hers, she smiled 
again. His lips quirked in mirth and he tried not to gloat. Raising his head, he yelled in 
Norse. 

Laughing and talking, the men dispersed. 

What did you tell them? Sable asked. 

Eirik released her hands, and she winced. He frowned. In his passion he had 
forgotten her palm was cut. 

I told them the amusement was over, he said has he pulled her up and scrutinized 
the cut on her hand. His expression darkened. For the love of Odin, I swear to the gods I 
will kill the man who did this! 

Eirik. She watched him cradle her hand to his chest. May we please leave? 

Eirik pressed his lips together. Reaching down, he lifted his beautiful naked woman 
into his arms and walked toward the tent. He leaned and picked up the fur without 
dropping her. 

You did good, drr. Lets get you cleaned up. Glancing around, he saw two female 
slaves tending the cooking pots. He ordered them to bring hot water to his tent. 

Where is Midnight? 

He looked down at her. She was so beautiful and alluring, he wanted her again 
despite the performance theyd just given. 

I released her with instructions to return to her home. 

She dropped her head and let out a small cry. When she next raised her eyes, large 
tears formed in them and slid down her lovely face. Thank you. You were never going 
to hurt her, were you? 

He stepped through the entrance of his tent and glanced down at her. Those eyes, 
those tears Unable to stop himself, he leaned over and licked a tear from her cheek. 

I would never have hurt her, but others would have. Shes better off away from 
here. 

As I would be? she asked. 

He slid his lips over hers and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and tangling 
with hers. He let her body slide to the ground. Cradling her naked body against his, he 
buried his hands in the silk of her hair and began tasting her again. Her arms raised and 
circled his shoulder. He lifted his mouth. 

I cannot release you, Sable. 

He lifted her back into his arms and took her to bed. 


Chapter Five 

Sable stood still while Eirik laced the vest to her body. He had given up one of his 
warm leather shirts. The brush of his fingers over her sent a shiver down her spine. They 
had spent the last two days sensually wrapped around each other in every way she could 
imagine, yet she still couldnt satisfy her need for him. He captured her body and now he 
was beginning to steal her heart. Along with their loving, they had talked, shared their life 
experiences, their memories. Bonded more than just sexually. 

His simple actions of assisting her dress made her want to reverse his progress and 
slide back into bed with himon him. They had tried that position also, Sable riding 
Eirik for all she was worth. She trembled just thinking about it. He leaned down and 
picked up a fur jacket. Drawing it around her back, he slipped her arms into the sleeves. 
She had mapped every inch of his body, knew every scar, every sensitive area. He loved 
her to play with his nipples. She could send him soaring by sucking them with just the 
correct amount of force. 

You will need this for the voyage. It will be cold. 

Sable cringed. She had vehemently protested returning with him to Iceland. She 
didnt want to be taken from Scotland, from her home, her people. He told her it was less 
than a two-night voyage and he was set on taking her. Nonsense about her being his 
slave, grumbles about his saving face with the other men. But every time she discussed it, 
he silenced her with his mouth, then stunned her quiet with his body. He had captured 
her, was holding herkeeping her safe he explained. Sable wondered why he was really 
holding her and was starting to think she was not the only one enslaved. 

Please let me go. She pleaded. 

He stepped into her space and crowded her against him. His arms slid around her and 
he placed a wet kiss on her jaw. She shivered in response, his smell, his hard body pushed 
against her, brought back all the memories of the past two passionate days. All he need 
do was barely touch her and he set her off. 

I have explained, Sable. Why do you continue this? 

She shrugged her shoulders. 

Yes, why do I continue this? 

Being with this man had been more satisfying than anything in her life. Why was she 
protesting? Something didnt feel right. If she had the freedom to leave, maybe she would 
feel different. Although, he had not bound her again, she knew what would happen 
should she attempt to escape. The six warriors who guarded his tent all around would not 
let her get far. She wasnt ready for that battle yet. She tried to quell her annoyance and 
enjoy him. He kissed up her jaw and claimed her lips. 

Mummm. 

Gods, we must leave. The others await us. Its a days walk to the boat. He shifted 
away and set a belt around her hips to hold the fur. He buckled it lightly leaving a gap, so 
she wouldnt get overheated walking to the boat. He had also dressed her in leather 
breeches, held up by a rope. She was bundled for warmth, for sure. He was also wrapped 
in fur from head to foot. His jacket gapped open allowing him some coolness until they 


reached the coast. His bare chest lay underneath, sculptured muscles standing out. He 
moved with a striking grace for such a large man. Gads, he made her knees weak. 

He is so sexy. 

You remember 

Yes, walk behind you, keep my head down, and mind everything you say. I 
remember. Ill be a good little slave. She answered him. 

He sighed and shook his head. 

You know 

She cut him off again, I know, for my own good, keep me safe 

He actually rolled his eyes at her. 

Sable. 

She crossed her arms in front of her. 

I am a Solarian Wolf Warrior, Eirik. Do you expect me to live the life of a slave 
with ease? 

He ran his hand down her jaw to finger her pounding pulse. 

Has your life as a slave been so bad? I have fed you, bathed you, kept you 
comfortable. 

Sables face actually reddened when she thought back to her bath. He had bathed 
every curve of her body, intimately, dripping water down her abdomen to her center. 
After the bath, rather than towel her dry, he had licked the water off her skin, inch by 
sexy inch. Making her fly. 

Ahhh, well. She raised her hands up in a sigh of surrender. He laughed and hugged 
her. She surrendered and wrapped her arms him, burying her hands in his beautiful hair. 
She loved his hair. She ran her hands through the silky stands. 

Come, let us go. She nodded and followed him out the tent at least five feet 
behind, as instructed. It was so degrading. If she hadnt been so taken with the dammed 
Viking she would have attempted to escape long ago, despite those huge men guarding 
the tent, she would have risked it. But that was the problem; she feared she had already 
lost her heart to him. 

His men had already exchanged their pelts for the Kings bounty. The reason the 
Norsemen had sailed to Scotland. The pelt of a dead wolf was worth more than a years 
harvest. He had explained the plight of his people. Ice was beginning to form in 
mammoth proportions around their beloved country, making it difficult for the longships 
to voyage. Without travel, the settlements were unable to trade. No trade meant 
starvation. Sable felt for his people, his family. But she couldnt endorse the killing of the 
wolves, the Solarians companions since the beginning of her race. The Norsemen had 
made an agreement with the Solarian leader in exchange for their lives. They agreed to 
leave Scotland. This meant Eirik was going home. After they gathered what wares they 
could, they were returning to their homeland. And she was going with them, much to her 
dismay. 

They walked throughout the day, through the purple fields of heather to the coastline 
outside of Inverness. To where the Norsemen had left their longship to shore. 

Sable stopped upon the rise of the cliff that overlooked the shallow cove where the 
boat was beached. She glanced down at the shoreline. To her amazement a sizeable 
longship rested there, as if it had never been left. It looked serene, almost as if lonely for 
the touch of the open water. The ship was incredible, a sturdy large mast stood tall in the 


middle of the ship, not even swaying in the wind. It looked to be about fifty feet long, 
maybe ten wide. The sides of the ship were low with benches lining the inside. The men 
trudged down the hill carrying whatever cargo they had been assigned. Every man was 
weighted down with a bounty. They began to load the cargo onto the ship. 

When she didnt move down the hill, Eirik approached her. 

It is incredible, isnt it? Its an Icelandic Knorr. Made for cargo, mainly. 

She tore her gaze from the ship to answer his question. 

Yes, it is. This ship will take us across the sea? It seems so shallow. 

He laughed and pointed toward the ship. 

Yes, this ship will take us across the sea and much more. It is designed this way so 
we might access the shallow harbors, and allow our small group of twenty men to haul 
her to shore. 

My father helped build this ship. Shes a workhorse, she is, he revealed. There was 
a certain pride in his voice. 

Come. He wrapped her hand in his, then helped her pick her way down the trail to 
the beach. When she reached the bottom a tortured howl caught her attention. At the top 
of the cliff was Midnight, howling her protest at Sables departure. She stopped and 
looked at her wolf, the one that had been with her since the age of six. They had never 
been separated. Knowing how dangerous it was for her to be there, Sable spoke to 
Midnight with her mind sense. Every warrior and their wolves were connected with their 
minds. 

Go home, Midnight. I will be fine. 

She pawed the dirt and howled again. 

Sable squared her shoulders. Mind me, go! 

With that final order her wolf barked, Sable knew it was a canines equivalent to a 
yell, then pivoted and left. Sable gave a sigh of relief. 

Once at the ship, Eirik handed her up to the man who had given her the knife. He led 
her to the back of the boat, where he pointed. Sable sunk down into the bottom of the 
craft. Eirik began a shouting cadence and all the men fell alongside the boat and literally 
lifted it into the water. At that precise moment it hit the water, they simultaneously 
hauled themselves into the boat. It was an intricate dance, which they had obviously 
mastered. Hooking their shields along the side of the boat to form a protection covering 
to those inside, several of them sunk down around the cargo to oar the ship into the water. 

Sable tugged the fur around her body and settled into the boat. She had two days 
with these men. Best to keep herself as small as possible. 

As soon as they were outside the cove, the men loosed the ropes and let he sail furl 
open. They maneuvered the boat into the wind to let the sail catch, which it quickly did. 
They began gliding toward their destination. 

I hope we get through this safe. 

Despite the fact these sailors appeared experienced, Sable was still apprehensive 
about the trip. And then there was the fact she was traveling as another mans slave. This 
also caused her concern. She frowned as she burrowed into her blankets. Eventually the 
smooth glide of the boat lulled her into a light doze. The feel of Eiriks arms sliding into 
her coat startled her awake. He slipped in tighter and reached up to drag a fur throw 
around the both of them. The temperature had definitely decreased. Sable welcomed 
Eiriks warmth. 


Are you warm enough? 

She smiled and snuggled into him, still sleepy from dozing. Sable realized he had 
loosened the belt on his jacket. She drew her hands along the edge and placed them on 
the warmth of his bare chest. Muscles contracted under her fingers. 

Do you not have to row? 

He chuckled at her sleepy question. 

Nay, it is my rest time for the next three hours. 

Sable glanced around the boat. Seven of the men were oaring, while the remaining 
were wrapped in furs, much like Eirik and herself. Most were sleeping. Cargo surrounded 
them, giving them some semblance of privacy. The sun was beginning to sink underneath 
the horizon. The sight was spectacular, yellow filtered into red, when then melted into 
black. 

Its beautiful. 

Ah yes, there is nothing more beautiful than a sunset in the open waters, well that is 
 except you, drr. 

Sable turned her gaze towards his. He had that look, the darkening of his eyes, the 
hitch of his breath; his heart was pounding against her hand. 

Do not think to charm me right now, Viking. 

His masculine laugh reverberated through her body. If it was possible he slid in 
closer, then he reached down and grabbed her ass, roughly pulling her against him, he 
draped her legs over his. He brought her vagina in direct contact to his bulging cock. His 
laces were undone, the heat of his penis pressed intimately against her. To her surprise, 
her breeches were also unlaced, the rope holding her pants gone. He made a quick move 
and her breeches dropped off her hips, gaping open. 

Gods Blood, Eirik! 

He smiled at her. Gads, that dimpled smile turned her heart to mush every time. 

Your men 

My men can not see us. However, we are vastly more covered now than when my 
men previously saw us. 

She chuckled at his point. 

True. She stifled a moan when he probed her with his hard penis. Moving in and 
out, he was teasing her. He liked to arouse her that way, connected to her in the most 
intimate way. Her juices flowed onto him. Heat warmed her. It didnt matter how cold it 
was around themshe was burning, she groaned. She sucked in a breath when he kissed 
her to silence her. One of his wet, long, passionate kisses, that always sent her soaring. 

Ah, drr, I want you. Want to bury myself in you and never come out. 

When he talked like that, told her how much he wanted her, she couldnt thinkonly 
feel. Her hips began to rotate against him. He slid his hands into her pants and cupped her 
bare ass. Dropping her pants, he had full access to her. 

Do you want me, Sable? he asked as he slid into her one millimeter at a time. She 
couldnt think, couldnt even answer himthat was, until he stopped. She gasped and let 
her head fall back to savor her enjoyment. 

I want you, Eirik. Gods I want you. She dropped her head into the curve of his 
neck, licking him. She felt him shiver. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted 
her hips. She had never met a man who loved with such emotion. She was addicted to 
him. 


Take me, she whispered into his ear, as she positioned herself on his hardness and 
sunk down, at the same time he thrust up. 

Ahhh. She tried to muffle her pleasure, but her moan was forced out of her. 

Enjoy me, drr. Take me. Sable leaned forward and latched her lips on his, her 
tongue thrusting into his mouth. He groaned and tightened his hands on her ass and 
squeezed to the point of pain, yet not quite. She rode him, hard. Sliding up, anchored on 
his shoulders she used his tower of muscles to help her move. He growled and returned 
her kiss with fervor, his breath panting against her mouth between kisses. She knew he 
was aroused to the point of extreme pleasure. She could feel his response to their 
lovemaking, the sweat forming on his chest, and his heart was pounding against her hand. 
She released his lips and sucked on his neck where his pulse was throbbing. He groaned 
and leaned his head to the side to give her better access. Sable was beside herself; she 
loved it when he lost his control and the fact she could bring about that reaction in him. 
She nuzzled his jaw and moved up to his ear. 

She was so close to coming, so close. Moving faster she licked his ear, then slowly 
she nipped him. At the same time she could feel her orgasm taking over her body. She 
groaned and let herself fly, pushing her face into his neck, she moaned. He jerked against 
her as he also came, panting and groaning against her throat, he clenched his hands on her 
ass. She smiled against his ear. Obviously she had hit another of his erotic zones. The ear, 
who would have thought? He slid his hands from her ass to her back, hugging her into the 
warmth of his spent body. 

Who just loved whom, drr? he asked into her hair. 

She smiled. 

Yes, who? 

He assisted her righting her clothing then wrapped her into his arms. 

Sleep. I know you have to row in a few hours. Ill give you time to rest. She 
smiled, when he grunted and pulled her into his body as he closed his eyes. He had a 
smile on his face when he drifted to sleep. 

So did she. 


Chapter Six 

Sable wrapped the extra fur closer to her body, and slipped the hood over her head. 
Her breath huffed out in a white mist. On their second day of travel, the temperature had 
dropped to a staggering low. A low fog had rolled in, making it difficult to see beyond 
the edge of the ship. Their progress was slow, yet steady. Most of the men were trying to 
work at a steady pace to keep warm. Eirik was oaring the vessel. His man, who finally 
introduced himself as Bjorn, stood next to her. 

Bjorn, how can they know where to go? 

He grinned and tapped his heart. Although he didnt speak English well, his hand 
gestures amused her. 

They know. Here. He touched his chest. 

She smiled. Someone shouted, and she turned. 

What is it? she asked, not seeing anything but fog. 

Bjorn squinted. Glacier, he said. 

Glacier? What is he talking about? We are in the middle of the ocean. 

Then she saw it. It was enormous, standing taller than her eyes could touch. It 
appeared like an island of white ice. Sable felt stunned and slightly awed. 

A mammoth piece of ice broke off and crashed into the ocean, not ten feet from their 
ship, kicking up an enormous ripple. The ship swayed, and Eirik began shouting 
instructions. Men scrambled about the ship to oar a path clear of the ice. 

Gods, I have never seen the like. She twisted, her eyes following the massive hunk 
of ice. 

Bjorn clapped his hands together. We hit, we die. 

She shuddered. 

Men positioned themselves on each end of the ship with long steel rods. 

What are they doing? 

He made a thrusting motion with his hands. We hit. They push. We no die. 

Sable doubted pushing a glacier with those rods would do any good. Maybe it made 
them feel like they were doing something to avoid disaster. Eirik, who seemed to be 
elected leader, continued to shout instructions. The rowers slid the ship by the glacier, 
missing it by inches. 

Twice more during the day, the men rowed furiously to avoid glaciers, while Sable 
watched and shivered. Worse than the fear of hitting one of the islands of ice and sinking 
was the cold. She had never felt this kind of cold before. Scottish winters were wet and it 
frequently snowed in the mountains, but never to this extreme. Made sense, considering 
their destination was Iceland. But Sable had heard the stories: Greenland had ice; Iceland 
had green. So where was the ice coming from? 

Is it always like this? 

Bjorn nodded. For last 20 years, ocean freeze three times. And Vikings no sail. If 
Vikings no sail, Vikings no trade. People in villages starve. 

So thats why Eiriks people were starving. 

Bjorn continued, And in home, not only icebig mountain blow. 


Big mountain blow? Sable cocked her head and watched him make motions with his 
hand. First he drew an outline of a mountain with his fingers, then taking his hands, he 
exploded them into the air. He ended the charade with a gust of whooshing noises. 

Blow. 

Then it dawned on Sable. He was talking about a volcano. Realm travelers had 
brought stories of such events, but she had never witnessed one. 

Gods, what these people must be going through. 

Eirik approached, and Bjorn left to take Eiriks place at the oar. 

We are close, nearly there. Eirik dropped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed 
her. 

It is unbelievably cold here. 

Eirik glanced around them. In the last twenty years, it has gotten colder and colder 
with each turn of the season. 

Bjorn told me about your plight. Why dont you move? Take your people to another 
place? 

Many have. Thousands of people originally settled in Iceland. Now our numbers 
have dwindled. He shook his head. Some believe this will pass, that the gods are testing 
our people. They stay because they are stubborn. My father is one of these men. His 
gloved hand clenched on her shoulder. I cant leave my family. 

Sable covered his hand with her own. 

I understand. Thinking about her Wolf Warrior clan, her heart tightened, as if 
someone clamped a hand around it. 

Thank you  for not questioning my loyalty. 

She arched a brow. Your judgment about slaves I question, but your loyaltyI do 
not. 

He chuckled. 

Someone shouted. They both turned to look. Out of the fog towered the coast of a 
magnificent island. Iceland. Proud in its beauty. A sea of green with huge brown patches 
covering the land. Two mountains peaked the hills; one was smoldering, smoke waving 
out of its top. As if stationed to welcome them, Viking longboats littered the coastline. 
The ice floes that had followed them from Scotland drifted lazily around the ship. 

They maneuvered around the large masses of ice and skimmed right up to the beach. 
The men hopped out and hauled the ship onto the rocky sand. Eirik helped Sable out and 
handed her to Bjorn. Eirik turned back and took charge again. With the cadence of his 
voice, the men worked as one to carry the ship onto land. Sable took in the view around 
her. 

This is a harsh land, she thought. 

And I am now beached like these abandoned Viking ships. 

She bit her lip and her fists clenched. Escape would be impossible now. 

Eirik walked over and stood by her side. 

The man who had hit her in Scotland was glaring at her again, giving her a silent 
message that he wasnt done with her. Sable narrowed her eyes and stared back at him. 
He chanted some Norse words. Eirik stiffened and snapped back, his voice sharp and his 
eyes glowering. Scowling, the man turned and left. 

Who is that man? 


That is Axe. Best to stay clear of him. He has not developed a liking for you. He 
belongs at a different settlement than my own. He used to raid my village. 

Why? 

Eirik shrugged. Because that is what Vikings do. We are so desperate for supplies 
now, taking what others have is a matter of life and death. 

He began storing their gear, tying what he would carry to his back. Another man 
approached. Sable looked up, she recognized him from Scotland. 

Another Viking God. 

This man was as large as Eirik, with blond hair and striking blue eyes. 

This is Leif. He is my other man. 

Sable nodded to him. Greetings. 

He nodded back and greeted her in his native language. 

You and I will travel to my village, Eirik said to Sable. We will recruit men to 
haul our supplies and ship. Leif and Bjorn will stay and guard what is ours until we can 
return. 

Sable was amazed they needed to guard their supplies. In the Realm all was shared. 
Rivalry for simple food stock was unfamiliar to her. She frowned, saddened by their 
situation. 

You ready? 

Sable picked up a pack of supplies, and they began their trek. So with just you and 
me, she said, does this mean I dont have to walk in your wake? 

He laughed, his face lit with those adorable dimples. Reaching up, he caressed her 
cheek, then leaned forward and followed his touch with his mouth. Sable sighed and 
basked in his touch. How could this man who claimed her as a slave make her feel so 
treasured? 

Yes, walk beside me, drr. 

She smiled back. 

Then by all means, lets go. 


Chapter Seven 

Standing on the ridge overlooking the encampment, Sable watched the daily life of 
the Viking settlement. She estimated one hundred people lived here. She had expected 
much more. There were multiple wooden structures plus livestock enclosures, horses 
corralled in one, cattle in another. Larger outbuildings dotted the settlement. A small river 
careened next to the settlement. The activity was familiar: men tending cattle, children 
playing, women at the river gathering water. If it hadnt been for the thick fur jackets and 
hats everyone wore, she might have thought she was back in the Solarian Realm. 

Your village is small. 

At one time this settlement was over 1000 strong. Now 

Sable shuddered. What happened? 

Eirik was digging through his pack. He drew out a rope. She tensed. 

Famine, disease. He nodded toward the mountain. The volcano. He pointed 
toward the sea. The ice. We are a dying people. 

I dont understand. Why you dont leave? 

He shrugged. Would it be so easy for you to leave your home? 

Sable put her hand over her left breast. Her heart ached for her land, her people, and 
her wolf. When King Edward the First had tried to kill all the Solarians, they had been 
forced to relocate. The move had saved the lives of many children. Families thrived today 
because of their leaders decision. Now they lived in a secret location in the Scottish 
Highlands. She couldnt imagine leaving there, or what would have happened if they had 
not left. 

It would be near impossible to leave our home. 

Then you understand. Now give me your hands. 

But had our leader not relocated us, many would have died. And because we left we 
found a better place. Sometimes you have to take chances. 

Ignoring her last remarks, he unwrapped the rope, letting it fall in front of him. 

Sable kept her hands hanging on her sides. When he reached for her, she danced 
back. 

Sable. His voice was harsh with warning. If you are going to enter my village, it 
must be as my slave. The rules have not changed. 

Sable growled. 

He sighed. 

She bent her knees. 

His eyes narrowed. 

You want to bind me  then come and get me. 

He gave her a wolfish grin and acknowledged the challenge with a nod. Sable 
brought her fists up, prepared to fight. They circled around each other, and Eirik smiled. 
Sables anger coupled with another annoying emotiondesire, slowed her reactions. 
Eirik was so incredibly handsome. Circling around her, he twirled the rope. 

She tried to shut off her emotions and let her instinct take her, but tussling with him 
aroused her passions. Instead of socking him in the nose, she wanted to tackle him, take 
him down to the ground, and 


Yelling, he swooped on her. Moving lighting fast, he twirled the rope and wrapped it 
around her legs. He tugged. She went down with an ughhh, and he fell on top of her. 

It feels wonderful. Too wonderful. Good God, I am a worthless warrior around him. 

You were saying? He drew her to her feet. Although she struggled, he bound her 
hands in front of her body. He tied another rope to the original as a lead. 

Sable cursed. Now that she was unable, she truly wanted to sock him. 

Eirik tilted her chin up with his finger, and she jerked her face away. 

You are beautiful, especially when you are angry. Turning, he pulled on the rope, 
leading her to his family. 

Sable tried to dig her feet in, but it was no use. She was jerked after him, stumbling 
and almost falling. Catching her balance, she decided she wouldnt be dragged into his 
camp. She was a warrior and would face her fate with pride. She squared her shoulders 
and raised her chin and stepped as if she were walking next to her wolf. 

The people stopped what they were doing to watch their leader coming down the hill. 
A cheer went up and reverberated through the village. Raising his arm, Eirik answered 
the shouts with a yell of his own. The villagers approached him and he made his way to 
the center of the gathering. Men clapped him on the shoulder, while the women kissed his 
cheeks. A small girl came running through the crowd yelling his name. 

Eirik. 

He smiled and opened his arms, then scooped the little girl into them. 

Sable was furious. How dare he flaunt his bastard in front of her? She tugged on the 
rope. 

Eirik turned towards her. Sable, this is my sister, Ericka. 

Relief swept through Sable. Pleased to meet you, Ericka. She tried to raise a hand 
but ended up lifting her bound wrists. 

Hello. Erickas accented English was adorable. She pivoted in Eiriks arms and 
asked something in a foreign language. 

Speak in English, please, darling. 

Why do you bind her, brother? Her quizzical face was almost comical. 

She is my slave, sweetling. 

Slave? Her head jerked back to Sable. But Eir 

Eirik stopped her before she could continue, lowering her to the ground. Go get 
Mother. 

But 

He tweaked her nose and shook his head, then swatted her on the butt. Go. 

She made a face and flounced off. 

Eirik picked up Sables bound hands. She tried to jerk away, but his stern look 
stopped her. He raised her hands above her head. 

This woman is my slave, Sable, claimed from the spoils of a battle in Scotland. No 
one will dispute my claim or assist her in escape! If they do  they will face my wrath. 
Is this understood? 

The group yelled their agreement. 

Sable signed. He had just made it near impossible for her to get away. Although she 
wasnt even sure where she would go in this harsh land. 

Just great. 


An attractive older woman approached, her hair pale blonde, lines on her face etched 
by laughter. 

Drr. 

Mother. Eirik hugged her. 

Mother, this is Sable, my slave. The strange look on his face made Sable frown. 

Your sla 

Yes, Mother, my slave. He gave her a negative shake of his head. 

She spoke rapidly in a language Sable couldnt understand. One word tumbled after 
another, almost as if scolding him. 

English, please, he said. 

His mother shook her head and turned toward Sable. 

I am Anika. I am pleased to welcome you to our settlement. She glared at Eirik. 
Despite your status. 

Sable nodded. Thank you. 

Come. Anika pointed at Sables wrists. If you promise to behave, I will take you 
to bathe and eat. 

Sable glanced at Eirik and raised her eyebrow. He raised his back. 

Yes, Sable, can you promise? 

She turned back to Anika, whose serene expression reminded Sable of the Goddess 
of Peace. Sable really wanted a bath and food. Also, she hated to hurt this womans 
feelings. Anika gazed at her with kindness and understanding, as if she saw into Sables 
heart. 

I promise. 

Anika put her hands on her hips. Eirik, release her. 

Like a small boy obeying his mothers order, Eirik drew a long knife from his belt. 
He stepped past his mother, and Sable grew taut. He slowly sliced the rope at her wrists, 
then flipped the knife back into his belt. Instead of allowing her to move, he imprisoned 
her wrists with his hands. 

Behave. 

Sables jaw tensed. Another order. She knew what she wanted to do with his orders. 

He leaned close and lowered his voice. Please, Sable, this is my family. 

His please made her waver. She looked up into his pleading eyes, and her wavering 
changed to melted knees. She nodded once. 

Very well. 

Anika wrapped her arm around her and led her to a small wooden structure. I will 
take you to Eiriks jarlshouse rather than one of the longhouses. There will be more 
privacy for you there. She shouted a few orders as they approached the house. I have 
asked them to bring water and food, she said. 

Inside Eiriks house, the warmth and homey feeling surprised Sable. A fire burned in 
the center; smoke trailing through a hole in the roof. A large bed sat to one side, piled 
with fur pelts. Eiriks personal items littered the room. A small carved wooden boat sat 
on a beautiful dresser. A small bathing tub sat in the corner, reminding her of her first 
bath by Eiriks hands. She shivered, her nipples straining. 

Anika led her to a wooden table with benches. They will be here shortly. Tell me 
how you met my son. 


Ahh, well. Sable wasnt sure what to say. I tried to kill him and his men in battle 
and lost. You son knocked me out then claimed me as his slave. 

Anika patted her on the hand. Do not worry, Eirik is a good man. 

A knock sounded at the door. Anika arose and ushered in several women. They 
carried food, clothing, and one had a pail of steaming hot water. The woman drug out the 
small lap tub and poured the water into it. 

You must be tired, Anika said. I will leave you now. Please make yourself at 
home. 

Sable glanced at the food on the table. I know food is sparse here. Please take some 
back if needed for the others. 

Anika ran her hand along Sables cheek and jaw, her expression filled with 
tenderness. Share with Eirik, if you will. 

Sable nodded, biting her lip. 

Please. Bathe, then rest. 

I will. Thank you for everything, she said with heartfelt sincerity. Anika treated 
her more like an honored guest instead of a slave. 

Anika squeezed Sables hand. You are very beautiful. I can see why my son is taken 
with you. 

Oh, no 

Anika gave a disbelieving smile and turned to leave. 

Anika. 

She turned. Yes, Sable. 

What does the word drr mean? 

Anika gave her a strange look, then she waved her hand as if trying to translate. 

Drr, it means, how do you saymost highest loved one. That is the best way I can 
use to explain it. Used by mothers for their sons, and a man towards his wife. 

Her explanation stunned Sable. Thank you, Anika, she said, her voice faint. 

You are welcome. Anika pivoted and left, leaving Sable to wonder about Eiriks 

choice of words. 
Drr? If Im so drr, why does he treat me like a slave? 


Chapter Eight 

He walked into his jarlhouse, not making a sound, wanting to surprise Sable. Instead 
she surprised him, bathing in his small lap tub, her back to him. 

Once he closed the door with the quiet stealth hed use stalking an enemy, he 
stripped his clothes off, dropping them on the wooden floor as he approached her. She 
sang softly in Scottish, a song that made him think of green grass and blue skies, and 
making love to her under the bright sun. 

She was so beautiful, so feminine. The whiteness of her skin accented her lovely 
cures. Her hair fell into the small of her back, rich and thick. He couldnt wait to delve 
his hands into it. He craved the feel of that brown silk against his skin. 

As she stroked the sponge in a circle over her breastbone and up to her neck, Eirik 
felt his desire mount. The water trapped on the sponge, released, then dripped down her 
breasts in a slow trail. As he watched the water curve over her nipple, heat encompassed 
his entire body. His cock stood at attention. 

May I join you? 

She squeaked and held the sponge defensively to her chest. 

He laughed. That sponge does little to cover you, drr. 

Her eyes narrowed, as if she was attempting to burn a hole in his head. 

What? He held up his hands. He was naked now, and surely ready to introduce her 
to his bed. 

Her eyes followed the length of his body and fell to his hardness. Eirik, she said, a 
warning in her voice. 

He lunged at her and brought her damp body into his arms. She screamed and tried to 
struggle. He tightened his arms. She was his. He was never letting her go. 

Eirik reached down and claimed her lips. His body tightened with a need so strong it 
frightened him. Her hand crept up over his shoulder and linked around his neck. Her 
fingers began playing with his hair. 

The action was his undoing. He hauled her into his arms and walked to the bed, 
positioning her on the edge. 

He couldnt think of anything but her. It had been this way between them since the 
beginningthe blinding emotions unnerved him. He couldnt think, only feel. 

Kneeling down in front of her, he started at her feet, massaging and kneading until 
she moaned. He worked his way up her legs. Her hand dropped onto his head. Fingering 
his hair, she caressed him. He savored her touch. There wasnt anything better than the 
sensation of her hands on him. 

Eiriiiik. Her voice came out as a sigh when his mouth traveled from the inside of 
her thighs to latch onto her sex. He lapped her, then his tongue penetrating her vagina. He 
enjoyed her taste, her texture. He wanted to watch her come when he was sucking her. 

Her hand tightened in his hair as he worked her into a frenzy with his mouth and 
fingers. One, two, three times he slowly slid them over her clit into her dampness, 
moving in and out as he simultaneously tasted her. He glanced up. She was coming apart 
in his arms, shaking inside and out. Watching her, he forced himself to hold back even as 
his cock lengthened and hardened. 


Thats it, drr, enjoy yourself. I love it when you enjoy yourself. 

She moaned, her back arched. 

Gods, so beautiful. 

Eirik couldnt wait any longer. Joining her on the bed, he slid her back with his body 
and entered her. 

Ahhh. Gods, he had found his home in this womans body. She was trembling, 
moaning, it was soooo good. 

He wanted to draw out their lovemaking, make it last, but his cock had other ideas 
and was driving him to completion. His body slick with perspiration, Eirik joined their 
hands and thrust to the hilt. He wanted to bury himself as far as he could and never leave. 
That was how good it felt to be seated in her body, to be one with her. 

Yes, she hummed in her pleasure. 

He wanted to answer her but couldnt talk. He was too far gone in her body, too 
close to coming. All he could think about was plunging in as far he could, again and 
again. She was so tighthe fit perfectly. The friction made him want more and more 

Uhhh, Gods. Eirik pumped several more times in rapid succession, then exploded, 
his heart seizing, his body tingling from the base of his spine to the tip of his cock. He 
tensed and with one final push he spilled himself, holding her to him tightly, as if she 
were the most precious of treasures. He could feel Sables sex milking his cock; 
obviously she was following him. Eiriks arms gave out and he eased on top of her trying 
to catch his breath. He felt wrapped up in a blanket of incredible feelings, satisfied and 
well loved. 

You disturbed my bath, Viking. She panted. 

Eirik smiled. Hauling her into his arms, he stood. 

Would you like me to take you back to it then? 

She gave him a lazy smile that told him she was well satisfied. Mayhap later. 

Yes, mayhap later. He dropped her back onto the bed and followed her down. 

* * * * 

The shaking bed and a loud bang woke them. When Sable stirred, Eirik groaned and 
spooned himself against her. 

What is that? She started to rise. 

He held her in place. Do not worry, its only the mountain. He snuggled into her 
body. Dropping his head into the crook of her neck, he breathed in her scent. His penis 
stirred and hardened into the small of the back. 

The mountain? 

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts. They fit perfectly 
into his hands. Everything about this woman fit him like a dream. He teased her nipples. 

Sometimes the volcano activity makes the ground shake. That was a small tremor. 

Eirik ran a hand along her hip. He loved the texture of her skin, so soft, so exquisite. 
She was the richest of treasures. 

A small tremor? 

Yes. He ran a tongue down her neck and sucked on her shoulder while he pressed 
himself against her backside, showing her what he wanted. 

What is a large tremor like? 


Eirik needed her now. But then, he thought, he always needed her. He entered her 
from behind. She moaned as her head fell back against him. 

Ill show you a large tremor. 

Eirik, you are insatiable. Despite her words, he heard the smile in her voice. 

Are you complaining? He withdrew all the way out. 

She made a noise, somewhere between a groan and a growl. She reached back and 
drew a hand down his hip, caressing his skin. He hardened further, when he didnt think 
it was possible. Her touch did that to him. Drove him beyond simple want to a desire 
more powerful than any hed ever felt. He wanted to take her now, hard and fast. She 
pressed down with her hand, sliding his hips back to her. 

A need was growing inside him for her to admit how much she wanted him too. But 
he knew he couldnt get her to say she so. Not now. Giving in, he drove back inside her 
damp, hot pussy. She sighed and moaned. Eirik anchored her body with a hand on her 
hip, holding her while he withdrew and pushed forward. He leaned into her shoulder, 
licked, sucked, and gave her a small love bite. 

She jerked and groaned. Panting, she pushed into his thrusts. 

I cant get enough of you. Eirik was surprised at his admission. He was riding her 
hard and fast now, as if she was going to leave him. He never wanted to let her go. He 
feared what she would say when she realized there were no slaves left in his village. With 
all the elements against them, they could no longer feed them. Eiriks father released all 
the Thralls many years ago. 

He groaned and let his body take him away, buried in the best thing that had ever 
happened to him. She cried out. Her hands grabbed his, clutching them as she flew. He 
reveled in her touch. Their joined hands seemed like a small thing, but it was so arousing. 
He caressed her wrist with his thumb, felt her pounding pulse. He let himself go over the 
edge into the world of bliss. 

After, he snuggled with her, kissing her ear. He loved the simple act of holding her. 

Now that was a large tremor, he murmured. 

She chuckled and settled back against him. Eiriks breath evened, his heart slowed. 
He let sleep claim him. His last thought was he was right where he wanted to be. 


Chapter Nine 

Im sorry, what did you say? Sable asked Ericka, her tone gentle. She felt amazed 
at how close she was to the small girl in the three weeks since she had been brought to 
Eiriks village. Three weeks of hard work helping his clan gather food and supplies. 
Three weeks of learning the plight of a dying people, and to bond with Eiriks family. 
And three weeks of giving her body to her Viking master. Just thinking about Eirik made 
her quiver with want. 

I have a seeecrat, Ericka said. 

Sable stopped sweeping the wooden floor of the community longhouse. Reaching 
down, she tucked the blonde hair behind Erickas ear. The child, who constantly dogged 
Sables steps, was amazing a feminine mirror of Eirik. A lovely combination. 

I think you mean secret, sweetling. 

A giggle bubbled from the childs lips. Yes secret. 

They were alone. The other women slaves had taken the crushed corn to the kitchens 
to cook the flat bread while Sable cleaned up before dinner. 

Okay, tell me your secret. I promise not to tell anyone. 

I can not. 

Sable smiled and continued to sweep the floor. Then do not. 

Ericka screeched and stamped her foot on the ground, gaining Sables full attention. 

Well? 

I tell. Come, I whisper. 

Sable rolled her eyes and sank down next to her on the bench. Ericka crooked her 
finger. Sable leaned in so Ericka could whisper into her ear. Although they were alone in 
the longhouse, Sable humored her. 

There are no slaves. 

Sable pulled up. Erika nodded her head in an exaggerated fashion, her blue eyes 
wide and serious. Sable smiled. 

Of course there are other slaves. She pointed outside. They just left, sweetling, to 
make the bread. 

Erika shook her head wildly. 

No, that is the secret. Eirik says no one to tell you. You are the only slave. 

Sable smile died. 

What is talking about? Is she serious? 

Erika, are you saying I am the only slave in this settlement? She wanted to make 
sure the child knew what she was talking about. 

Yes, she whispered. Slaves eat food. We have little. Eirik say no tell you youre 
the only one, or you will leave. 

Sable felt her heart pounding. All rational though left her head. Jumping up, she 
grabbed her broom. It was now a weapon. 

Ill kill him! Ericka was directly on her heels as she stomped out of the longhouse 
searching for Eirik, broomstick in hand. He was usually practicing with his men in the 
afternoon as they honed their battle skills at a field on the edge of the village. 


Marching to the field, her anger kept her heated so she barely noticed the icy wind. 
She spotted him instantly. 

Despite the cold he had shed his jacket and was parrying with Bjorn. Leaning down, 
he twirled and engaged Leif behind him. His shield stopped a battle-axe coming from his 
other side. His muscles flexed and his hair flew around his chiseled cheeks. Even though 
she was furious, she couldnt help but admire him. He was as skilled in battle as he was 
in lovemaking. The man was magnificent. 

Sable sucked in a breath and marched towards him. As she approached, the men 
broke off, their swords dropping. Eirik stopped fighting as well. His back was to her. She 
could tell he was confused as to what his men were doing. 

In her anger, she didnt feel shamed hitting him from behind. Storming up, she raised 
the broom and brought it down, slapping him across the back. The broom broke like a 
twig. 

He turned and yelled. What 

Ill kill you, you Viking bastard. 

She threw down the remaining broom handle, reached over and grabbed a sword 
from Leif. If she wasnt busy, she might have laughed at his slack-jawed expression. 
Instead, she held up the sword and assumed her fighting stance. 

Eirik automatically raised his sword and shield to defend himself. Sable began to 
circle him, her anger shielding her from distraction. 

He backed up. What the hell are you doing? he yelled. 

Stand and fight for yourself. 

Eirik glanced behind Sable where Ericka stood. Sable could hear Ericka yelling. 

I told secret. Sorry brother. 

His eyes traveled from his sister back to her face. He held up his sword, spreading 
his fingers on the hilt in a surrender sign. Now, drr. 

Do not drr me. No other slaves? 

Well, not officially. 

Not officially, she screamed. Im going to kill you. 

Ericka, you scamp! he bellowed and slid back one more step. 

From the corner of her eye, Sable saw his sister scramble off. 

What have you to say, Viking? Does your sister lie? 

He grimaced, his expression telling her everything she needed to know. 

Prepare for battle. She swung her sword at him and he danced back. 

Let me explain. 

Has this all been a falsehood? Everything you have told me? 

No, Sable, if you would just, he skirted away from another swing of her sword, 
put down your weapon. He grunted when she came after him and held up his sword. 
So I can tell you 

There is naught you could say right now to dig yourself out of this situation. I think 
it better if we just fight for my freedom. 

Gods. He raised his sword to stop her attack. The clashing of their swords 
reverberated over the practice field. Using his shield, he tried to keep her from drawing 
his blood. He wasnt fighting, only defending. 

You fight like a girl. Is this all you have? 


Her taunting worked and the next strike of their swords sent a vibration down her 
arm. He was powerful. Way more than she. He had triple her strength, but Sable didnt 
care. She was so angry; she wanted to cleave off his head. 

Sable, if you continue on this path one of us will get hurt. He turned and parried a 
strike, clashing his sword with hers. He locked hers in place with a combination of his 
sword and shield. They struggled past Bjorn who was shaking his head. 

She tugged and managed to release her weapon, then she pivoted, using her 
momentum to strike his shield hard. He growled and pushed forward. His onrush made 
her stumble back. Before she could regain her balance, he used the hilt of his sword to 
twist hers out of her hands. As soon as it dropped, Sable brought up her elbow and caught 
him in the jaw. His head snapped to the side as he absorbed the blow. He shouted and 
trapped her arms between their bodies with his. Sable was stuck now. 

Blood tricked from the corner of his mouth. Anger flared in his eyes, his nostrils 
flared. Sable felt a moment of regret. She hadnt really wanted to hurt him. She had only 
swung her sword at places she knew he could parry and stop. His tongue dipped out and 
he sopped up the blood. 

Feel better now that you have drawn my blood? 

Sable shook her head. She couldnt say she was sorry, but her eyes rested on his 
blood and she knew her remorse was in her face. 

His expression softened. Please let me explain. Allow me that courtesy. 

She nodded. He loosened her arms. Reaching up, Sable used her sleeve to dab at his 
cut. He caressed her cheek, his finger drawing a line from her brow to her lips. 

I didnt lie about needing to make you my slave in Scotland. If I had not claimed 
you the other men would have killed you. 

I know. She gave him one small victory. 

But after that, after we were together 

Her gaze left his mouth to watch his eyes, wanting to see the truth in their blue 
depths. Yes. 

I 

Im listening, explain. 

He ran his fingers over her lips, lining them. Then he leaned down and gently kissed 
her, wincing as he did. Lifting his head, he whistled in a quick breath. 

I wanted you, drr. Wanted to be with you, to explore what we had. I couldnt think 
of any other way to bring you with me. I had to get the supplies back here. You know 
how much they were needed. But I couldnt leave you. 

Sable sighed, releasing her anger with her breath. She was stunned by what he was 
saying. 

You could have simply asked me to accompany you. Did you think of that? 

He shook his head. Burying his hand in her hair, he hugged her to him. Her head 
rested on his broad chest. 

Would you have come that easily, Sable? Had I simply asked? He stroked her 
head, his rapid heartbeat pounding against her ear as if he were afraid of her answer. 

I dont know, truly. 

His other hand came up to massage her scalp. I couldnt risk it. 

At his admission, Sable smiled against his chest. 

So you involved the entire village in this scheme? 


He leaned back and glanced around them. Sable followed his move. The villagers 
had moved away, his men were gone, leaving them privacy. 

I did, Im sorry. 

She bit her lip. In the last three weeks she had come to know these people. They 
were loyal and fierce. Even to Eiriks father, the most stubborn man of the village. 
Although he had given up his station as Jarl many years ago, he refused to consider 
leaving. Out of their allegiance to him, Eirik and the others stayed. Of all the villagers, he 
was the only one who shunned her, wanting nothing to do with her. 

Youll have to allow me to return home, she murmured, her voice thick with 
emotion. You cant keep me here forever. 

I know. He hugged her tighter, as if that would keep her from leaving. 

Sable pulled back and looked at his mouth. It was bleeding again. She feared the cut 
might need to be stitched. 

Have you a healer? 

He shook his head. They died last month. Disease. 

Sable caressed his jaw, then planted a kiss on his chest. Come, let me take care of 
your injury. 

He released her. As she walked away, she held out her hand. He placed his hand in 
hers and followed her. 

Did you have to strike me? he said, sounding like a little boy whining over a 
skinned knee. 

She laughed at him. It was an accident. 

He fingered the cut. Doesnt feel like one. I think you bruised my back with that 
broom handle. 

Sable chuckled. Come, Ill make it better. You just need some tender loving care. 

He smiled and brought their entwined hand to his chest, rubbing the back of her hand 
over his muscles. 

Can that be a little more love than care? 

Sable smiled. Mayhap. 


Chapter Ten 

In my language Einar means warrior. 

Sables gaze shifted to Eirik, sitting next to his father as they ate the evening meal in 
the community longhouse, the place for celebrating and gathering. It was where they 
joined to tell stories, sing, drink, dance, socialize and enjoy the family Eirik had created 
in his village. 

Watching father and son, Sable felt a pang in her heart. Her parents had died when 
she was young. She had been raised by John DReincolt, the Realm leader. He had been 
like a father to her. As she grew, his daughter Serena had become Sables best friend. It 
was at times like last nights gathering she most missed the Realm and her adopted 
family. 

For the most part, Eiriks father ignored her, making her feel like she didnt belong. 
This was the first time hed spoken directly to her. 

What he is saying is 

She looked pointedly at Einar and interrupted Eirik. I know what he said. In my 
country, I am also a Warrior of the highest standing. 

I see you fight. He glanced at Eirik. With my son. 

Sable nodded. She frequently practiced with Eirik and his men. Testing her skills on 
his men helped her improve. The fierce Viking fighting style combined with her Realm 
skills made her the Warrior to be beaten. Of course, Eirik bested her every time, a fact 
that constantly irritated her. She was just too distracted when she fought with him. She 
would rather he hauled her back to bed than to cross swords. 

Soooo. Sable sat back and folded her arms in front of her. 

He can speak English. 

He broke off a piece of dried jerky and shoved it into his mouth. He pointed at her, 
the remaining meat still fisted in his hand. 

You are good. 

Sable raised her eyebrows. She saw Eirik hiding a smile behind his hand. 

Well, if Einar was going to talk, maybe she could press him. 

You know, Einar, there are many open spaces in other countries where your people 
could live and flourish. 

He growled and waved his hand at her. My son will keep my people here, Iceland, 
our home. The home of our fathers and their fathers. 

Sable bristled. There will be no more sons if Eirik does not do something. 

Einars fist slammed on the table and rocked the entire structure. 

Sables spine stiffened. She was not going to back down. Einar you gave up the 
right to make decisions about this settlement years ago. Why do you hold Eirik back? 

Sable. Eiriks stern voice stopped her from any further outburst. 

Einar sat back, appearing shocked by her statement. He turned toward Eirik. Son, 
do you want to move? 

Eirik sighed and propped his chin in his hands. 

Good Gods, had they never discussed Eiriks feelings about the subject? 


Father, I am concerned about our state. So many have died. The land has dried up. 
The cold continues to get worse every year. The mountain has taken entire villages with 
its fire. It might be time to think about returning to Norway. 

Sable remembered when Eirik had explained that Norway was where most of his 
people had come from. 

The memory fled as she watched tears formed in Einars eyes. He slapped Eirik on 
the shoulder and nodded. 

You are Jarl, my son. However, I will never leave here. So go. He waved his hand. 
But do not expect your mother, Ericka or I to follow. 

Eirik gave Sable a pointed stare. I understand, Father. With a nod, he rose and 
strode from the table. 

As soon as Eirik left the longhouse, Sable glared at Einar. You stubborn bastard. 
You wont be happy till all of your people die. Without waiting for his response, she got 
up and went after Eirik. 

She found him on the rise overlooking the valley. Deep in thought, he didnt 
acknowledge her presence until she walked up behind him and slipped her arms around 
his chest. 

Im sorry, I thought 

I know. He patted her arm. He is so stubborn. His life has always been here. He 
will not leave. But I know I must do something, for the good of all who rely on me. But, 
Gods, I will miss Mother and Ericka  His voice tailed off. 

The sun was sinking below the horizon. The contrast of the black smoking mountain 
and the glossy white ice reflecting off the sunset was striking. 

It is beautiful here, untamed. But underneath is a land harsh and unforgiving, she 
said as she laid her cheek against his back. 

Yes, it is. He turned her in his arms and claimed her lips. 

When she came up for air her heart was thundering in her chest. 

Kind of like a certain beautiful woman I know. 

And a man I know. 

He smiled and leaned his chin on the top of her head. They remained on the rise until 
the sun sank beneath the horizon. Arm in arm they walked back to Eiriks house. They 
stayed in for the evening. 


Chapter Eleven 

Attack! Leif shouted, flinging open the front door. 

Eirik sat up in his bed, his sleep fleeing. Leif nodded and left. Eirik heard him calling 
the warning to the others. 

Gods! Sable, get dressed! Eirik threw back the covers and reached for his 
breeches. Moving quickly, he donned his leather armor, then threw another leather shirt 
in Sables direction. 

Hurry, he said, even though she was already pulling on her clothes. 

Whats happening? 

It will surely be an attack from another settlement. 

He plucked his axe off the wall and tucked his long knife into his belt. Grabbing both 
his swords, he slid them into their scabbards. Glancing at Sable, he grabbed another 
sword and tossed it to her. She caught it in the air without effort. Even in their stress, he 
couldnt help but admire her, half naked, scrambling around for her clothing. She had that 
sexy kitten look that pleased his eyes. She was a Warrior and his lover, what a strange 
combination. He didnt even think about asking her to stay inside. She wouldnt have it. 
He loved that about her. 

Loved? 

Where had that word come from? Did he love her? He had never been attracted to a 
woman like he was to Sable, but love? He shook his head and tried to push his thoughts 
away. He needed to concentrate, to protect his family, his people and Sable against their 
attackers. 

Screaming and warrior cries rang outside the house. Eirik secured his weapons and 
raced to join the fight. He heard Sable running behind him. 

Gods. It appeared as if over fifty men were slaughtering his small village. His men 
were racing out of their homes to defend their families. Before he could assess the 
situation further, he was set upon by an armed man with a sharp sword and a ferocious 
snarl. He heard the clash of swords next to him, and knew Sable had joined the fight. As 
always during a fight, energy pulsed through his body, making him stronger and faster 
than practicing with his own men. He slashed his sword into his opponents ribs. The 
man went down like a tree struck by lightning. Feeling like he was on fire, Eirik tore 
through a dozen fighting Vikings before he reached his fathers side. Einar was a skilled 
fighter. Maybe not as good as Eirik, but darn close. 

Who is it? he yelled. 

Axes men. 

Christ. Eirik feinted left, spun and took another man down. 

Father, try to break away and move the women and children to the longhouse. Ill 
cover you. 

Aye, his father yelled, and sliced his way toward the children. Out of the corner of 
his eye, Eirik could see Sable fighting. She was strong and didnt falter. Weeks of 
practice had honed her skills. 

It was in that moment he realized how much he really loved her. She was fighting for 
his family, willing to give her blood for their dying cause. He couldnt have asked for a 


better woman. He fought toward her, leaving a trail of men swearing and holding onto 
various parts of their anatomy. Reaching Sable, he positioned himself back to back with 
her. 

Hello, my love. Eirik struck down a particular nasty foe with his battle-axe. 

Hello, darling. She grunted, spun and took another man down. 

Are you well? he asked. 

She gave a warrior yell and charged. He glanced in time to see her thrust left, taking 
out another man. 

Yes, Im doing splendid, and you? she said, panting. 

The absurdity of their conversation struck him as funny, but their chatter helped keep 
him calm and focused. Especially since he was now positioned at her side. He had to 
protect her. 

Sable? Eirik raised his sword and absorbed a blow to his shield. 

Yes? She dropped down to the ground, kicked out the feet of another man, and 
killed him. 

Im in love with you. 

She gave a battle yell and disposed of another man. She spared him a quick glance. 

Dont you think there might be a better time to discuss this? 

Eirik smiled. Pulling his knife from his belt, he threw it at a man approaching Sable 
from the side. The blade hit him directly between the eyes. The man went down instantly. 

Mayhap. Just wanted to tell you. Eirik raised his head in the air and howled. It was 
time to get serious. Watch your back, drr, Im going to take care of these bastards. 

He took three steps forward. Dropping his shield, he pulled a second sword from his 
back and got to work. It took a matter of minutes to litter the ground with bodies. Eirik 
had always been a gifted fighter, likely from his Berserkers heritage. When these men 
had decided to raid his village and kill his people, they had signed their death warrants. 

Taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart, Eirik scanned the area. They had 
fought well. The dead bodies were not his men. He didnt see any further immediate 
threat. Making a hand signal to Sable, he jogged toward the longhouse, praying his father 
had led the women and children to safety. He could hear Sable behind him. But for some 
reason Eirik had a bad feeling. 

He passed Leif and Bryon guarding the doors, both looking grim. When he entered 
the longhouse, the first thing he saw was his mother on her hands and knees, crying over 
a mans body lying on the floor. Another step, Eirik saw lay her cheek rest against the 
mans chest. 

Eiriks heart dipped. It couldnt be his father. It couldnt. 

Noooo! He rushed forward and dropped to his knees next to his mother. His 
fathers breathing was labored, wheezing. A large bloodstain spread across his chest 
directly over his heart. He had been stabbed, the wound fatal. He was dying. 

Father! Eirik picked up his fathers hand. It was so cold, as cold as the harsh metal 
that had severed his lifes blood. 

Father, Eirik whispered as he brought his hand to his fathers cheek. 

His father had enough breath to whisper one last order. Son, take my people away. 

Eirik nodded as tears rolled down his face. He felt the weight of Sables hand on his 
shoulder to comfort him. Then his father took his last breath and passed on. His mother 


howled in grief and rested her head on his fathers chest. Eirik took a moment to grieve, 

dropping his head to his fathers hand. 

His mother still sobbed when Eirik lifted his head. Who did this? he demanded. 

Leif answered, Axes men. They took several of the cattle and horses, then he left 
his men to clean up. 

I vow I will kill him. Eirik stood and drew his sword. Raising it into the air, he 
shouted, Prepare for battle. 

His men cheered and raised their swords in response. 

* * * * 

Eirik, I beg you, let me go with you. She was starting to realize he was as stubborn 
as his father had been. 

Shaking his head, he secured a belt around his middle. He lifted a gloved hand and 
stroked her jaw. Sable clasped her hand over his, trapping his palm to her cheek. She 
reached up and returned the caress. Then she leaned forward, stood on her toes and kissed 
him hard. 

His arms came around her and he clutched her tightly, his mouth ravaging hers. He 
drew back. His eyes were red-rimmed from his grief. He had vowed to kill Axe in 
revenge for his fathers death. She knew how seriously he took his vows. 

No, Sable, I need you to stay here with the women and children. 

Sable nodded. He pushed her hair off her forehead. 

Please take care, she said. 

He smiled. Gods, Im in love with you, drr. 

She remembered him telling her of his love in the heat of battle. She didnt have time 
then to give him a proper response. She wanted to now. 

I love you as well, my Viking. 

His smile turned into a full grin. I knew it. Picking her up, he gave a Viking yell 
and spun her around. Then he allowed her body to slide down his until her feet rested on 
the ground. 

You also take care. With another quick nod, he turned and left the house to join his 
men. 

* * * * 

Less than an hour after the men left, Sable realized Axes strategy. His men strolled 
back into the settlement as if they owned it. Sable stood facing him now, sword in her 
hand. She had ordered the other women and children into the longhouse and thank the 
gods they had complied. Now it was just her against a dozen men with bloodlust in their 
eyes. 

You mine thrall. Axe was calling her his slave. 

Sable didnt like it. 

In your dreams. She charged and was surrounded by six of his largest men. She 
twirled and yelled, engaging one after another. 

Against so many men, she didnt have a chance. She managed to down four of them 
before she took a deep blade cut to her thigh. Her leg buckled and she fell to one knee. 
Before she could defend herself, Axe grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and brought 


a blade to her throat. Sable tried to slow her breathing as the blade nicked her. A warm 
wetness dripped down her throat, a contrast to the cold metal of the blade. Her leg 
throbbed from the wound. 

You fight, you die. 

Sable growled. He had said that to her before. But dying was not in her plans. She 
had a village of women and children to protect. 

Axe yelled something to his men. Two pairs of beefy hands grabbed her arms from 
behind. She was dragged along the ground and into the longhouse. 

Anika, take everyone to the back, she yelled at Eiriks mother. 

Anika herded the woman and children toward the back of the house. 

The men dropped Sable on the floor, face down. She bounced like a toy and groaned 
at the pain in her leg. She stared over her shoulder. 

Axe pointed at her. Stay. 

Sable turned and sat on the floor, waiting for her fate to catch up with her. Eirik had 
helped her cheat death once and taken a vow to protect her. But he wasnt here now. 

* * * * 

Eirik realized Axe had tricked him within an hour. They stopped on the hill 
overlooking Axes settlement. No men were in sight. Eirik turned and made eye contact 
with Bjorn. 

Where are the men? Bjorns gaze shifted to the village. 

Immediately, Eirik made the connection. In that moment, he was more scared than 
hed ever been in his life. He turned and began running. His men didnt even need to ask, 
they followed him without question. As Eirik ran, he wondered. Would they get there in 
time to save their families? 


Chapter Twelve 

Sable pressed her hand to her bleeding leg, attempting to stop the flow. Blood soaked 
through her leather breeches. She realized she was losing too much blood. The wound 
needed stitching. 

She peered around the room, plotting a way to get them out safely. The women and 
children huddled together in the back of the longhouse. They were quiet, savvy to the 
way of war. Because of their stillness, they hadnt needlessly attracted the attention of 
Axes men. Sable was eternally grateful for their calm. She couldnt let anything happen 
to any of these people. 

Axe had left maybe a quarter of an hour ago. Likely he was checking to see if any 
opposition remained in the village. She knew what he would findthey were alone. 

Sable curled up, pulling her arms around her legs, and rested her head on her tired 
arms. Her situation was dire. She told herself she wouldnt think about what Axe was 
planning. Yet she couldnt stop thinking about it. He had hated her from the first moment 
they met. She feared the price she would pay for pointing that knife at his cock. 

Hearing footsteps returning, she tensed. Even though a helmet obscured her view of 
his face, she knew it was Axe. Metal dropped down over his nose, making him appear 
like the Devil reincarnated. But Sable recognized Axe by his long-legged, purposeful 
stride. He had something in mind, and she guessed she wouldnt like it. 

He yelled orders at his men. Several filed out. A few remained. He removed his 
helmet and handed it to the man next to him. Then he began removing his clothing. 

Sable knew what he was going to do, her body feeling like shards of ice floated in 
her blood. As he reached the ties of his shirt, Sable formed a plan. The element of 
surprise was her strongest weapon. Perhaps her only one. 

You fight, you die, he told her as he continued to divest himself of his clothing, 
handing his weapons to the man at his side. 

Sable reminded herself she was a Wolf Warrior, chosen at the age of six to train for 
her craft. Her mark, a wolf tattoo, meant only one thingshe would die fighting for her 
cause. Of this, Sable was certain. All Wolf Warriors, when facing death, automatically 
broadcasted a telepathic message for assistance. Sable was doing this now, but it would 
do little good. Her fellow Solarian Warriors were safe and sound in their Scottish homes, 
tucked far away in the highland hills. 

Forcing herself to her feet, she ignored the pain in her leg and widened her stance, 
her hands lifted. She could feel the blood began to trickle down her leg. Apparently 
thinking she was making a sign of surrender, Axe reached for the tie of his beeches. 
When his hands wrapped around the last of those ties, Sable struck. She dived forward 
and rolled on the floor, coming up next to the man at his side. She snatched the long knife 
from his hand and lunged at Axe. 

He jumped back, and the blade missed his heart, sinking instead into his leg. As she 
pulled it out, ready to try again, Axes man hit her from behind. She went down hard and 
scrambled for another weapon. 

Axes yells filled the longhouse and she glimpsed him clutching his knee. 


Good, she had at least disabled one body part. She plucked up another sword. Axes 
man leaned over her, his sword slicing down. Rolling onto her back, she held the weapon 
at his heart. He stopped, his sword stilling. Sable slowly rose to her feet, her weapon 
never wavering. But her leg started to buckle. While she tried to pull some of her weight 
off of it, the man backed from the point of her sword. 

They slowly circled each other. He ran forward and engaged her. Sable parried, 
dipped and tried to avoid his blow. She wasnt moving very well, dragging an injured leg. 
Suddenly, a yell from behind the man made him turn, then back away. 

Axe stood with a crossbow in his hands, pointing it directly at her. 

Now, thrall, he said in a voice filled with hate, you die. 

Sable didnt doubt his word. She heard the noise, the swish of the bolt. She tried to 
skid sideways but tripped. She could feel herself falling. The arrow struck her as she went 
down, and she cried out. 

She landed on her back, her breath caught in her throat. The burning sensation of an 
arrow sliding effortlessly into her chest was incredibly painful. Her hand to her breast, 
she gasped and growled at the same time. 

For a moment, she lay stunned. She tried to sit up, only to drop back down. She had 
been injured many times in battle, but she had never known this feeling. She was floating, 
as if her body was outside herself looking down. She saw herself lying helplessly on the 
floor of the longhouse. Axe was standing over her, smiling. Then he yelled something at 
her. He threw his hands up in the air and turned to leave. 

Sable gushed out a breath and whooshed back into herself, feeling sensation return 
with a blinding pain. Gritting her teeth, she turned her head to the side. She needed to see 
what was happening. 

Axe was yelling at his man and motioning toward her. His man shrugged. Axe struck 
him so hard he fell. He turned and screamed to all his men. Glancing at her, he shook his 
head and gave her a disgusted expression. Then he pivoted and left, motioning for his 
men to follow. 

Guess if he couldnt have her, he decided it wasnt worth a war with Eirik. Sable 
sighed. Thank the gods she had saved the women and children. 

* * * * 

Eirik screamed, when he rounded the hill and saw Axes men marching from the 
main longhouse. He was going to kill Axe. 

He didnt hesitate, just kept running Axe! 

Axe stopped and looked up. He yelled at his men as Eirik came bearing down on 
him. With a battle cry, Eiriks men rushed the invading group. Leading his men, Eirik 
galloped straight at Axe, stampeding him, his sword drawn. 

Metal clashed against metal, sparks flew and Axe went down. Eirik stomped his foot 
on top of Axes chest and held his sword to his neck. 

I could kill you now. Eirik let his sword touch Axes jugular vein, nicking it. 
Blood seeped out. 

Fight. Eirik lifted his foot and stepped back. He wanted to kill Axe in a fair fight, 
the Viking way, not lying on the ground. Lets finish this. He dropped his shield and 
pulled his other sword from behind his back. Axe charged him. As fast as a bolt of 
lightning, Eirik feigned right, twirled, and brought his sword into Axes back. Axe 


screamed and jumped aside, taking a slice in his ribs. Panting, Axe brought his sword 

back up. 

Are you ready to die? Eirik taunted Axe. 

Growling, Axe charged. Eirik sidestepped and saw the opportunity opened wide. He 
sliced into Axes left side. He knew immediately he had wielded the deathblow. He felt 
no satisfaction, only disgust that Axe had driven him to kill. 

Ughhh. Axe dropped his sword and clutched his side. He fell to his knees as blood 
began to bubble out of his mouth. 

His death would be quicker than Eiriks fathers. How unfortunate. 

Axe slid to his side, then finally tumbled to the ground. His breath rasped out of his 
chest. 

Now you know how my father felt. Eirik spat on Axe as he took his final breath. 

He turned away. Axes remaining men had been either killed or had surrendered. 
Eirik glanced around, attempting to find the families and, most of all, his woman. 

Eirik. His sisters shriek from outside his house had him turning in terror. 
Something had happened to either his mother or Sable. 

He ran toward Ericka. She stepped aside so he could enter the house. 

He skidded to a stop when he entered the door and found Sable lying prone, not 
moving. Her chest was rising, but her breath was labored. A sense of deja vu soaked into 
his consciousness. 

Not Sable. No. 

Oh Gods. 

His mother was holding Sables hand and crying. Eirik rushed forward and fell to his 
knees next to his mother. 

What happened? He started to peel back Sables leather shirt. Weeping silently, his 
mother helped. Eirik gasped at the cut in her left breast, right above her heart. 

Axe struck her with a cross-bow. I was able to remove most of the bolt. It was 
armor piercing. She pointed to the broken wood beside Sable. 

There is too much bleeding. Eirik heard the thickness of his own voice, not even 
sounding like him. 

Her leg is also injured, Anika said, grabbing a cloth and handing it to Eirik. 

Looking at the torn hem of her dress, he saw that his mother had ripped her own 
clothing to use for bandages. He began packing the bleeding wound on Sables breast. 

Bind her leg, he said. 

His mother switched around to work on her leg. Some of the other women began 
tearing their clothing, making more bandages. Ever since their healer had died, they had 
been hard pressed to deal with the injured. Eirik knew the basics, born from treating too 
many comrades after battle, but something like this He was lost. 

Resolutely, he packed the cloth against the wound, then wrapped another bandage 
around her shoulder to bind it. There was blood everywhere. Eirik glanced at his hands 
and saw they were covered in Sables blood. He had vowed this would never happen. 
What the hell had happened? 

I cant lose her as well as my father. 

She stirred under his touch. Hope made his breath hitch. He pushed back the hair that 
had fallen in her eyes. She flickered opened those brown beauties. A tear formed and fell 
down the side of her face. He gently wiped it away. That one tear brought forth his own. 


He tried to blink them back, but it was no use. He felt them spill down his face. She 
groaned, tried to move, and arched in pain, letting out a small scream. 

Stay down, drr, youve been injured. Eirik pressed a hand to her uninjured 
shoulder. 

She blinked, more tears sliding down the side of her face. He leaned forward and 
kissed her softly on the lips. 

I love you, he whispered, the wetness of his tears mixing with hers. 

Eirik, love you  I 

Her eyes flickered closed, her lips compressed as if holding back a wave of pain. 

He stroked her face and inhaled. His stomach clenched. Her pain was also his. 

She grew still. 

Eirik felt his own heart stop. No! Dont go! He picked up her hand and raised it to his 
lips. Stay with me, drr. He placed a hand on her cheek, stroking it softly. Her skin was 
cold, just as his father had been before he passed. 

Eirik, so cold 

He glanced at his mother. Should I move her? 

Yes. She snapped at the women around them, who hurriedly made up a bed in the 
corner. 

Ill warm you, Eirik murmured to Sable. He bent and lifted her in his arms, trying 
not to jar her. Her head fell back, her hair sweeping down his body. He remembered 
carrying her like this before, after the battle in the Scottish forest, when he had first met 
her. He must have loved her immediately, from the first moment he laid his hands on her. 
If she didnt hold on His mind blanked. He was terrified to contemplate a life without 
Sable. 

He kissed her forehead and slowly lowered her onto the bed. His mother stood next 
to him. He was terrified, his hand shaking as he smoothed the blanket over her body. 

What must we do? Shall we cauterize the wound? He heard the pleading in his 
voice, and knew he was speaking to the gods as well as his mother. 

I know not, Eirik. She ran a hand over Sables forehead. Since the healer passed 
on, no one is skilled here on these matters. She sat down on the bed next to Sable. 

Sable stirred under his mothers hand. Her eyes fluttered open and met Eiriks 
worried gaze. 

Eirik, she whispered. 

Save your energy. He stroked her face with his thumb, then reached down and 
twined her hand into his. He could feel her weak pulse and it sent chills through his spine. 
Sucking in a breath, he tried to calm himself. It would do no good for her to see him 
panic. 

Take me home. 

Her request stunned him. She couldnt travel in her condition. If she had any chance 
of recovery, the two-day voyage might take that away and kill her. 

His eyes shifted to his mothers. Her worry mirrored his. 

Im not asking, Viking, Sable commanded, then moaned. 

Sable. he said, his voice soothing, as he would use with Ericka when she wanted to 
do something dangerous. 


Im telling you, she whispered, take me home. Her tone changed from 
demanding to pleading. Please, take me home. Another tear slid from her eye and 
pooled on her cheek. 

He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You might not survive that journey in 
your current condition. He knew his words were blunt, but he wanted to be honest. 

I know. She sighed. Just take me home. 

Eiriks heart clenched in fear. He tried to compose himself, tried to be reasonable. 
Under his hand, her skin was so cold. His woman. Whom he had come to knowto love. 
So strong, so passionate, it broke his heart to see her crying. She was asking him to take 
her home, asking him to do something that might be the death of her. Yet he couldnt 
deny her request. Gods, it wasnt fair this was happening to her. If he could kill Axe 
again, he would. 

What will I do 

He stopped and tried to control himself. Looking up at the rough ceiling, he told 
himself to find peace. He tried, but could feel the tears gathering again in the back of his 
eyelids. He told himself not to show his emotions to her, but failed. Looking down, he 
felt a lone tear drip down his cheek. 

How will I live if anything happens to you, drr? He reached up and brushed the 
tear from his cheek as if it were an annoying fly. 

Watching him, her eyes widened. She squeezed his hand, the movement so slight he 
barely felt it. 

How? he demanded. 

Eirik, I cannot survive here. There is no healer. If I can make it home, I might have 
a chance. Her lips trembled, more tears slipped down the side of her face. Eirik kept 
mopping them up, mingling the wetness of their combined tears on his hands. 

Please, she swallowed, take me home. 

Resigned, he nodded. She had won. He could not deny her. 

He leaned forward and caressed her lips with his. Her breath was ragged. If he could 
sustain her with his own air right now, he would. If he could, he would give his own life 
in exchange for hers. He loved her like no other. 

I love you, he whispered in her ear. Rest. 

She nodded and drifted off. 

Eirik rose and stood for a moment, watching Sable sleep, a pinched look on her face, 
so beautiful and so pale. His mouth clenched, he turned. Hed made a vow to Sable, and 
now he had to keep it. 

It seemed as if the entire village had assembled behind them. Their faces were 
clouded with sympathy, as if they realized what he was feeling. This was his family, and 
Sable had become part of the family in the last four weeks. 

He gestured to them to follow him to the other end of the longhouse so their voices 
wouldnt disturb Sable. His mother stayed by Sables bedside, and he nodded his thanks. 

When they reached the other end, he turned toward the men, women and children. 
They waited patiently, their expressions trusting. Taking a deep breath, he made the most 
difficult decision of his life. He nodded at Bjorn and Leif. 

Prepare the village for departure. We leave as soon as we are packed. You will lead 
the ships. One will drop Sable and me in Scotland, then sail on to Norway. 

He turned to his people and saw hope creeping into their weary faces. 


We are returning to our homeland, he yelled. He punched his hand in the air. Are 
you with me? 

Without hesitation, everyone cheered, wives hugged husbands, children jumped up 
and down. Eirik nodded. This journey was a long time coming. 

He looked at the other end of the longhouse to see if their cheers had disturbed Sable, 
but she lay still. Too still. His heart hitching, he conferred with Leif. Prepare 
immediately, I leave within the hour. You are the Jarl of this settlement now, Leif. 

Leif appeared stunned speechless. After a moment, he sputtered, Eirik, what are you 
about? 

Eirik pivoted toward Sable before he answered. It was time to sacrifice his 
leadership. 

I will stay with her. I know not if I will return to Norway. His gaze beseeched Leif. 
I need you to take me to Scotland, then join the remaining group in Norway. He 
nodded at Bjorn and raised his arm for a warriors salute. 

You, Bjorn, will lead the settlement to Norway. Leif will follow after taking Sable 
and I to Scotland. 

Eirik, how will you make your way to us? 

He shook his head. I dont know if I will. 

Bjorn began to protest. 

Are you questioning your Jarl? 

Bjorn fell silent and looked at Leif. 

Never, Jarl, you know I will do whatever you ask of me. 

Eirik hated talking to him this way. Bjorn and Leif were his most trusted friends and 
warriors. They had fought and almost died together many times over. His expression 
softened. 

My place is with Sable now. I have made a Vikings vow. Please take care of my 
people for me. He clasped arms with Bjorn, a respectful salute from one warrior to 
another, their hands wrapped around each others forearms. With his other arm, he did 
the same with Leif. 

I trust you both. I must do this. 

Leif nodded and dropped his gaze. Eirik thought he saw tears in his friends eyes. 

A Vikings vow must never be broken, Bjorn said. We will make you proud. 

Eirik smiled and released their arms. I know. He turned toward Leif. Quickly lets 
prepare. 

Leif nodded his acknowledgement and strode away, Bjorn following. Eirik felt a 
hand on his shoulder and small arms going clutching his leg. His mother and sister 
hugged him. 

You have made the right decision, my son. 

Eirik, I will miss you. Erickas cry was almost his undoing. 

Crouching down, he held back his sorrow as he hugged her small body. 

Be brave, little sister. He clutched her head into his chest. I will see you again one 
day. Remember, the word Viking means to go a traveling. He smiled into her tear-filled 
eyes. We will see each other again. He kissed her cheek and released her. 

Mother, will you help me prepare Sable for travel? 


Of course. She began giving orders and the women hustled. Eirik realized hed 
learned as much about being a leader from his mother as his father. Whatever it would 
take to make Sable comfortable during the journey, his mother would see it done. 

He glanced around the longhouse, running his hand along the wooden post. He had 
helped build this house, crafting it from the land alongside his father. They had traded for 
the wood in Norway and the tapestries and rugs in Scandinavia. He shook his head when 
he thought about the struggles the settlement had been through since they had come to 
Iceland. 

But the land wanted them gone. It was clear to him now. The land gave them life and 
was now taking it back. The volcano, the ice, and now sickness. 

We will go, my beautiful Iceland. You can be at peace. Sighing, he patted the 
wood. Then he prepared to leave the only home he had known. 


Chapter Thirteen 

They took the streamlined longboat instead of the Knorr. The longboat was used in 
days past to raid and pillage. The fast moving vessel could sail in and out of tight places, 
helping to create the Vikings feared reputations. 

But today it was being used for a much deeper purpose; to grant a dying Wolf 
Warrior her final request. 

With the luck of the gods and the wind at their back, they traveled for almost two full 
days. Much to Eiriks surprise and relief, Sable held her own. 

He tucked the blanket around her yet again, checking to ensure she was fully 
covered. She was sleeping, albeit restlessly. Stirring, she moaned his name. He leaned 
down and kissed her cheek, then rested his cheek next to hers. 

All is well, rest peacefully. 

She rubbed her cheek against his whiskered face. He frowned, feeling the heat she 
gave off, as if a fire smoldered inside her. Her fever had begun late the first night and it 
terrified him. Her skin was clammy and blotched red. She was burning up. 

How much farther? she asked. 

Nearly there. You are doing well. He added the words hed said a thousand times 
in the last two days. Stay with me. 

She nodded and shifted. A moan followed. So cold. She sighed against his ear. 

He leaned back and tugged off his leather cape, then added it on top of the wool ones 
already on her. He hugged her to him. 

You will fight, Sable, he commanded. I have vowed to protect you. You will fight 
for your life. You are a Wolf Warrior of the highest order. 

She nodded, sucked in a shaky breath. I will fight for you, Eirik. Nodding, she 
drifted back to sleep. 

Thank the gods, he thought as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. 

* * * * 

The rising sun painted the east horizon in glorious pinks and reds when Leif set Eirik 
and Sable down on the coast of Scotland. Because of Eiriks sense of urgency he decided 
to carry Sable rather than drag her on a litter. His decision was as much for his sake as 
hers. She weighed nothing to him, and he needed to be close to her. 

He nodded to Leif as his men pushed the boat back into the ocean. 

Take care, my friend, Leif shouted as he hopped over the shields into the boat. I 
hope this will not be our last meeting. 

As I do also, my friend. Take care of my people. Eirik was torn when Leif settled 
in the boat and grabbed an oar. Saving Sable was the right thing to do, but he couldnt 
guarantee Sables people would not kill him for returningas they had vowed to do. 

The Solarian had already warned himreturn and die. 

With that danger in store, Eirik couldnt risk the lives of any more of his men. He 
needed to return her by himself. He had vowed to protect Sable and he was going to 
honor his vow. Turning, he faced the land. Now it was just a matter of retracing his steps. 


* * * * 


Eirik heard the lingering howl as he reached the edge of the forest. He recognized the 
noise and named the wolf that emitted it. Midnight. He stopped walking and shifted 
Sable. She had been floating in and out of consciousness for the past three hours. Her 
fever was reaching deadly degrees. She mumbled incoherently, frequently calling for her 
wolf and for him. He needed to cool her off quickly. 

He delved deeper into the forest, higher into the hills toward the sound of rushing 
water. Coming into a clearing, he was stunned to see a huge waterfall crashing into a 
pool. He lowered Sable onto a grassy embankment. He wanted to see if he could bathe 
her brow to try and bring down her fever. The water would help. 

Pulling a rag from his belt, he left Sable to soak it in the water. When he turned, he 
froze. Since leaving the sandy coastline, the feeling of being followed hadnt left him. 
Now the sense was getting stronger. 

Suddenly a huge black wolf bounded through the trees and ran toward Sable. 

Midnight. 

The wolf took a guarding stance in front of her, facing off with Eirik. Its teeth bared, 
the wolf growled, then lunged. 

The hair on the back of Eiriks neck stood on end. He crouched low and dropped his 
head in a sign of submission. Then he transported his thoughts to Midnight. Sable had 
told him had she had a special connection with her Wolf. Eirik had already proven to 
Midnight he had the same link. 

I will not hurt her. I am here to help. 

Midnight barked, not responding to Eiriks plea. Damn wolf. Stubborn just like 
Sable. 

Eirik brought his eyes up and locked gazes with Midnight, a sign of aggression, 
telling Midnight he was in charge. Slowly, inch by inch, he lifted to his full height. Not 
taking his eyes from Midnights, he prepared to step forward. 

Let me help her, Midnight. I love her. I would never hurt her. I vow this to you. 

Before he could move, a bolt landed within millimeters of his foot. He halted, his 
head pivoting from left to right. This was the threat he had sensed, going beyond one 
simple, angry wolf. 

The entire Realm of Sables people surrounded him. Wolf growls reverberated 
throughout the valley. These were Warriors in full battle gear and paint. They were ready 
to fight. Every place he looked, another Warrior stepped out of the trees, one at a time, 
until there were too many for him to count. 

Disarm, Viking, or we will drop you where you stand. 

Another bolt flew, landing next to the first. A huge, dark-haired man stood at the top 
of the hill. His expression was as fierce as a mountain. He looked battle-trained and 
hungry for Eiriks blood. 

The next will be in your heart, he said. 

Eirik slowly reached behind his back and pulled out both his swords. He threw them 
as far as he could. Then he grabbed his long knife from the sheath at his waist. He 
chucked it into the trees. He reached down and plucked the dagger from his boot and 
threw it as well. 

A trio of warriors stepped from the woods, collected his weapons, and carried them 
away. Eirik shivered. He could very well die right here, right now. He needed to think. 


I am here in peace. Sable has been injured. He pointed to her slumbering form 
resting on the grass. I came here for your help. I would never harm her. 

Brown hair flying, a beautiful female Warrior ran down the small embankment at 
breakneck speed. Though the warrior in charge called for her to stop, she kept running. 

Sable! she called. She drew up her crossbow as she went, pointing it directly at 
Eirik. 

The dark-haired man shouted one more time, then sprinted after her. 

Eirik recognized the man. He had called himself Roan during the last battle, 
identifying himself as the leader of the Solarians. The woman must be his mate. 
Obviously, he didnt have any more control over her than Eirik did Sable. 

Step back now, Viking. Roan ordered. 

Eirik paced back three steps as the couple approached Sable. They peeled back the 
blankets. The woman gasped and immediately stood and trained her crossbow on Eirik. 
He tensed. The look in her eye told him a story. She intended to kill him. She waved her 
hand, a signal of some sort. 

The warriors surrounding them moved closer. Some pulled swords, others pointed 
crossbows directly at him. He was doomed. 

I told your man if Sable was hurt you would die! she yelled. 

Roan came up beside her, the anger in his face stronger surpassing his mates. 

Eirik lifted his head. He was prepared to die when he heard a faint cry. 

Serena, no! 

Roans woman glanced behind her. With a wordless cry, she immediately dropped to 
her knees next to Sable. 

Eirik rushed forward, only to be stopped by a half dozen warriors. He struggled and 
cried out, Let me go to her! He tried to rip himself from their hands. Someone hit him 
on the back of the knees and forced him to the ground. Eirik growled and fisted his 
hands, preparing for hand-to-hand fighting. 

No! Sables protest was weak, yet it sounded loud in the silence that followed. 

Warriors shifted to see Sable, inadvertently giving Eirik a direct view of Sables 
lovely face. She stared at the woman she called Serena. 

Do not harm 

She took a shaky breath and continued, her voice weak, Do not harm him. 

Eirik yelled, straining against the arms holding him, trying to thrash his way out. 
With a wave of Roans hand, the warriors released him. He stumbled toward Sable and 
dropped down on the opposite side of Serena, his breathing rapid, sweat beading his 
brow. He tucked the blankets back around Sable and gently stroked her cheek. 

Do not talk, drr. Rest. He leaned down and kissed her lips. All will be well. You 
are home now. 

Eirik. Her faint voice was like a whisper of the wind. She very slowly lifted her 
hand. Eirik clutched it in his. 

If I dont make it, I want to tell you how much 

She broke off, as if a full sentence cost her too much. Her eyes pleaded with him to 
understand. I love you, Eirik. 

Eirik released the breath he had been holding. He needed to get her to a healers care. 

I love you also, drr. 

She blinked rapidly, as if she could no longer hold her eyes open. 


Now rest, he murmured. I will be here when you awaken. 

She nodded and closed her eyes. Eirik held her close and prayed. Then he released 
her and glared at the couple next to him. 

She needs a healer. Now! What happened to get me here is not of importance, he 
yelled, glancing at her still body. 

Midnight came to Sables head, licking her cheek and whining. Eirik thought the 
corners of her lips curled upward. 

Agreed. Serena shot into action, motioning several warriors forward. 

Eirik stopped them with a simple look. He stooped down and gently lifted Sable into 
his arms. 

Show me where to take her, he demanded. 

Roan pointed to the hill. 

Lets move out, Eirik said. 

And so they led him through the falls, to the forbidden Realm of Solaria. 


Chapter Fourteen 

When Sable awoke she felt different. Stronger. Cooler. Most of all, alive. 

A sense of surprise filled her. She had thought surely this time her luck had run out, 
yet she wasnt dead. Shifting on the bed, she winced. Looking down, she saw her 
shoulder was covered with a bandage, as well as her leg, and both throbbed with a dull 
pain. She almost felt glad for the pain. Only the dead felt nothing. 

A groan sounded to her right. She turned toward the noise to see Eirik slumped in a 
wooden chair. His head bent to his chest, he was lightly snoring. His face was covered 
with a fine sheen of blond whiskers, like new grass growing in the spring. 

She smiled. He appeared a little worse for wear. 

A smaller snore brought her gaze to the floor. Midnight was also blissfully snoozing 
away. When Sable stirred, her wolf shifted her head, her eyes opening. She stared at 
Sable and whined, a happy sound, as if she welcomed Sable back. A smile lit Sables 
face. It was good to see her companion. It felt as if a missing piece of her soul was back 
in place. 

Go back to sleep, my friend, I am fine. 

Midnight laid her head back down and gazed adoringly at her. 

Glancing around, Sable recognized the Solarian design on the rug on the floor. Shed 
thought she saw Roan and Serena in a dream, but it must have been real. She was home. 
Home. This was why the pain in her body murmured instead of shouted. Some said 
Solarian healers had magic in their fingers and could bring the dead to life. She believed 
every word. 

She tried to move her leg and the pain made her groan. Eiriks eyes popped open. 
His beautiful blue orbs were bloodshot. 

Gods, he looks awful. 

Sable. He was on his feet in an instant. Leaning over her bed, he held his hand to 
her brow. His lips followed to touch her forehead. 

As he bent over her, Sable took in his scent. He smelled like one beautiful man. She 
smiled and nuzzled her cheek against his, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

He cried out and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Raising her lips to 
his, he consumed her with one his mind-numbing kiss. He was so passionate, so hot, 
Sable felt as if her fever was returning. He released her and leaned his forehead against 
hers. 

Thank the Gods, he murmured, his voice thick. 

Wetness fell onto Sables cheek. He was crying for her. Surprise flooded through 
her. Her heart warmed with love for this strong man who wasnt ashamed to cry. 

How long have we been here? she asked as he pulled his chair next to the bed. 

We came to the Realm over five days ago. It has been seven days since you were 
shot. 

She gasped. How could she lose so many days? 

You were with fever. Your healer, Angus, is more skilled than any Ive 
encountered. He cauterized and treated your wounds. 


Sable struggled to lean up. Eiriks arm looped around her back. He helped prop her 
up on the bed, then returned to his chair. 

She tilted her head and studied him. He was so handsome; his blond hair was tied 
back behind the back of his neck, accenting his regal jaw line. Even tired and rimmed 
with red, his blue eyes were striking. Licking his full lips, he stared back into her eyes, as 
if he wanted to eat her up. 

He was made for her, she thought. And she wanted to keep him. But she needed to 
know his plans. Whether he was committed to a relationship between them. 

What will you do now? she asked. 

He frowned and pulled on his ear lobe. What do you mean? 

Will you return to Iceland? Where are your men? 

He propped his head in his hand and stared intently at her. My men are in the 
process right now of moving my settlement to Norway. 

His declaration didnt surprise her. In light of his fathers death, his decision made 
sense. Sable was happy for his people. The situation in Iceland had become dire. If they 
had continued as they were, they would have surely died. 

Dropping her eyes, she plucked at the blanket, fearing the answer to her next 
question. She looked up. 

When will you be joining them? 

He studied her with a lazy wolf-watching-its-prey expression. He remained silent for 
a long moment. She tensed, waiting for his response. 

I will not be joining my people, drr. 

Sable furrowed her brow. What? she asked. Where was he to go then? Was there a 
chance for them? 

I have asked Roan and Serena for permission to stay, which they have graciously 
granted. 

Sables eyes met his. She saw the determination in his expression. She sucked in her 
breath. 

I will remain here and teach the Solarians how to build ships. Some day I hope to be 
reunited with my mother and sister, but only to visit. 

Sable released the breath; it whooshed out. He continued. 

I will stay in the Realm, we will marry. He pointed to her, then to himself. And 
you will bear me many sons. He flicked his finger back toward her. 

Sable crossed her arms best she could. Sitting back against the pillows, she tried to 
toughen her facial features but knew it wasnt working. The happiness inside her kept 
wanting to bubble out. Looking pointedly at him, she tried another tact. 

He watched her, his expression fierce, as if he expected her to protest and was ready 
to fight. 

Well. She rolled her eyes, then looked straight into his. That was quite a romantic 
proposal, Viking. Do you think you can order a Wolf Warrior about? 

Ruff, Midnight said, as if agreeing with her. 

She smiled but Eirik pointed at her Wolf. You keep quiet. 

Midnight whined and flopped her head back down. 

I think, he rose and bent over her, you are going to mind what I tell you, slave, or 
you will pay the consequences. 


His teasing words washed over her like a smoothing salve, healing her wounds and 
heating her heart. 

You know  She smiled as he repositioned her, then laid down next to her on the 
bed. He spooned behind her, his erection apparent. Careful not to touch any of her 
injuries, he gently wrapped his arms around her. 

If I am your wife, then how can I be your slave, she asked. 

She felt the rumble of his chest as he laughed. He nuzzled the curve of her neck, 
kissing her, then he gently sucked. 

Sables heart kicked against her chest. She loved the feel of him surrounding her, his 
mouth touching her skin. There was nothing that could heal her better than feeling his 
love 

It could be fun to be my slave at times. Remember the claiming ceremony? 

Sable exhaled when he sucked a particular sensitive area of her neck. Just 
remembering that ceremony made her wet and aching to feel his cock slide into her. 

Oh, yes, I remember. She gasped when his hand slid around her body to cup her 
sex. He slowly thrust against her. 

I love you, drr. Please consent to be my wife. 

Sables heart filled with love. I love you, Eirik. I will be your wife. Bear your 
children and occasionally, she brushed her hand over the one holding her, I will even 
be your slave. 

He chuckled and hugged her against him. 

What more could a Viking ask for, he commented. But, drr, I will tell you 
something once and never again. Im the one who has become enslaved. 

She smiled. His admission didnt surprise her. She was, after all, a Wolf Warrior. 

The End 

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Rae Monet writes sensual historical paranormal romance novels and some 
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