Free At the Viking's Command (Warriors Unleashed Book 2) by Anne Marsh

wasn’t blushing. How bad would that be if a werewolf female had a Viking Berserker tied in knots?
    “She had a business proposal for me.”
    “Uh-huh. You let all your business proposals ride your snowmobile?”
    He filled them in. “She’s living with a pack in Greenland now and needs a fighter. Open-ended term and no specs on the target.”
    Var whistled. “She was a little light on the specifics.”
    “We’re still negotiating.”
    Vikar grinned again. “Happy hunting, but don’t rush to commit. We’ve got job requests coming in from all over.”
    Nice to be popular, but… “Why?”
    “You remember the whole end of the world thing?”
    “Yeah.” Hard to forget that his houseguest’s kind was supposed to be responsible for the end times.
    “People are reporting they’ve seen signs.”
    “Of Armageddon?” Was there a fucking road map or a neon sign?
    “Supermarket tabloid.” Var waved a fistful of papers. “You’ve seen the pictures of the enormous people-eating snake sighted off the coast of California? Apparently, the Midgard serpent doesn’t believe in keeping a low profile and may have been confused with a cataclysmically large oarfish.”
    Vikar broke in. “And Baldur’s dead. The son of a bitch bit it in what looks like a car accident, but…”
    The legends claimed there would be one hundred days from kick-off to final touchdown. The serpent and Baldur’s passing were just two of many possible signs. Calder had never met the god of light and poetry himself, but he’d bet Baldur wasn’t composing a victory ode wherever he’d gone after his passing.
    Desperately, he racked his head for the rest of the prophecies. Shit. He should have paid attention, but who really believed the end of the world was coming? The skies would be poisoned. Freezing winters followed by lawlessness. Some big ass horn was supposed to be blown as well, but the kicker was the wolves.
    “Is Odin dead?”
    “Not yet,” Rad said grimly. “But there’s an all-points bulletin out on the wolf packs. It’s shoot to kill on sight. It’s that whole ‘and the wolves will eat Odin’ thing that the big man has an issue with.”
    Vikar sighed. “Go online. Check it out. We’re meeting in the keep in four hours.”
    Rad leaned in. “Make sure wolf girl sticks around.”
    Hel. No way Calder wanted to get sucked into the battles of Ragnarök. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like he had much of a choice. After ending the call, he headed into the bedroom. Tyra’s eyes snapped open.
    “Tell me more about this job,” he growled.
    “You agreed to take it.”
    “Uh-huh. And now I want details. Start talking.”
    “Tell me what time it is first.”
    Like he gave a shit? His life didn’t revolve around the daylight hours. “Two. Maybe three.”
    He could practically feel her counting the hours until sunset. There was plenty of time for him to get to know her better. “Time to pay up.”
    Shit. The words came out as a question and a smile spread across her face.
    ~~~
    Last chance to back out.
    Sex with Calder meant no holding back. No rules. He wouldn’t let her hide from anything she felt and, in his bed, she’d be feeling .
    He was a whole lot of man packaged in a big, rough body. He had the kind of broad shoulders a woman could hang onto and if she scratched the shit out of his bare back, he wouldn’t complain. She wanted to get started, to drag him down and cover his hard jaw with tiny kisses. To nip and lick and love on him. He prowled closer toward the bed and she had no idea what was going through his head, although just possibly he was as off-balance as she was. She’d had plenty of rough sex before. She’d gotten through it, but she wanted more than that with Calder. He’d promised she’d enjoy what they did and he was a man who kept his promises. Could he do gentle with a side of rough?
    Open your mouth. Tell him what you want.
    Tell him you want him.
    Words weren’t happening. Instead, she pasted a