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

their kiss, he ran his palms along her sides, his palms brushing the underside of her breasts. Ticklish, she squirmed. His fingers found her nipples and pinched lightly.
    Oh. Moving her hands more than a few inches was impossible because her Viking knew his knots, but the sensation was almost too much. Too good. The bindings were a wicked reminder that only made her more exquisitely aware that he was in control of the pleasure. She twisted, trying to take herself over the edge. God helped those who helped themselves and she’d waited a long damned time for this orgasm.
    “Cut the ropes. Now.”
    He pulled back. “Nuh-uh. You got to trust me to get the job done.”
    This time, he dragged his hands down over her ribs, taking her impromptu fur sarong with him and filling her with the sensation of the fur rubbing against her skin as he laid her bare. He’d already seen it all, but this felt different. He cupped her butt, his big body following his hands as he dropped between her thighs.
    He paused. Damn it. “You looking?”
    “Yes.” There was a world of meaning in that one simple word. Yes, do this to me. With me.
    “Good.” He pulled her legs over his shoulders, leaving her open and exposed. On display.
    “I still prefer doing ,” she said. Too bad for him if he couldn’t take a suggestion.
    With a rough laugh, he slid a hand out from underneath her butt and tapped his thumb against her mouth. “Suck. Make me good and wet.”
    She opened her mouth and he pushed inside. His skin tasted salty and felt deliciously rough. She ran her tongue down the length of him and then sucked gently. Mimicking other things she could do to his big body if he just untied her or swung himself over her face. She was playing with fire and loved it.
    “You want to know why you’re sucking me, Miss I-don’t-take-orders?” The answering throb in her pussy told her she might know, but she’d still enjoy hearing him tell her. She’d no idea that he was a talker. He didn’t shut up either, just kept giving her one sexy word after another. “I’m going to put my finger in you. First. ”
    He traced the seam of her butt and then penetrated her rear hole with his thumb. A bright pop of pleasure-pain. Fullness. More . He pushed deep, rasping his thumb against the sensitive tissues.
    She could imagine so many things. Him taking her there, where he worked his finger. Ramming himself in and out of her ass. Nothing gentle or tender, just raw, hard sex. Her taking him. Her breathing hitched and she moaned. Oh, God. She liked that. Liked him .
    “If that’s first, what’s next?” she asked hoarsely.
    He smiled and slid down further, pulling the fur away completely. Okay. She didn’t need or want it. He tunneled his finger slowly in and then out of her butt. The sensation wasn’t comfortable, too intense, too dark. So good that it made her weak-knees with pleasure because apparently her body didn’t crave comfortable.
    “This is next.” He licked her, a bolt of hot, wet pleasure that shot straight through her core.
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    Tyra’s skin was damp, her face flushed. He loved having her spread out here in his bed, stripped down and bare and all pale skin against the sheets and furs. If he could get inside her head, he would, but for now he’d make do with this. Yeah, he had a medieval mindset, but he didn’t give a fuck. The only person who mattered right now was Tyra and giving her what she craved.
    He licked her again. Slowly. A deep swipe of his tongue from the bottom of her creamy slit to the top.
    Her heels dug into his back as she whimpered and he grinned. She was a dirty girl and he loved that side of her too. She wasn’t afraid to enjoy him and she’d have made one hell of a Viking. Carefully, he pushed her thighs wider.
    Opening her up further just made him hotter. Her folds glistened, slick with her wet, and a dark tuft of curls hid her last secret. He blew lightly and she jerked, moaning something. Probably another order, but