Free Captured by Vikings (An MMF Bisexual Threesome) by Roxie Noir

EXCERPT

    “You’ve been asking lots of questions lately,” Thorvald went on. Alva couldn’t tell what he was doing — he was half teasing, half serious, and she had no idea what to make of it. She swallowed and forced herself to meet his gaze.
    “Wanting to know why we’re not married,” Erik said. His hand was creeping up her leg, still on the outside of her skirts, and she was beginning to have trouble focusing. All she could think about was watching the two of them, the night before, and how it had made her feel so strange .
    “I think you’ve figured that one out,” Thorvald said, still smiling. “Didn’t you, last night?”
    Alva gasped, then held her breath. She could feel herself turning bright red, but she was afraid to say anything. What if they were baiting her, waiting to kill her if she said the wrong thing?
    Erik leaned forward suddenly, pushing his face into her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there. Alva closed her eyes and a shiver went down her spine.
    “There’s room for another,” he said. His warm breath tickled her, and her lips parted just a little. She felt the pulse between her legs even harder.
    Finally, for once, she knew exactly what she wanted, even though it frightened her.
    Erik’s warm lips closed on her flesh, and he trailed tiny kisses and bites from her jaw to her collarbone, making Alva sigh with pleasure.
    “I ought to be jealous,” Thorvald said, across the table, still watching intently.  
    Alva’s eyes flew open in alarm, but Thorvald only laughed.
    “I said, ‘ought to be,’” he said, standing from the bench where he sat. “But why be jealous when I could join in?”
    With that he walked to stand behind Erik. He took the other man’s jaw in one hand and tilted his face up, kissing him hard on the lips, Alva still sitting on his lap. She took the chance to catch her breath and try to make any sense of what was happening, but then Thorvald’s hand was on her leg, lifting her skirts away from her, diving underneath them and touching her skin.
    “Oh,” she said, very quietly. She was shocked at the gentle touch of his rough fingers, but was even more shocked at the strong, immediate reaction her body had.
    The pulse deep down between her legs became furious, and Alva was desperate for his hand to move higher and higher, to touch her there, between her legs...
    Without realizing it she’d shifted, leaning against the table, using her back to lift herself up a little bit off of Erik’s lap, offering herself to Thorvald’s hands moving underneath her skirt. Though his hand was on her, he’d leaned his head down into Erik’s neck, where he was now biting and sucking on the other man’s skin where his beard ended.
    Erik grunted, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, as Alva blushed and struggled and gasped. She wanted Thorvald’s hand higher — she wanted it on her, in , her, but she was still afraid to take it and move it herself, so she tried to coax it higher somehow, by sliding downward, hoping that it wound wind up where she wanted it.
    Suddenly, Erik’s hands were on her hips, and he lifted her so she was straddling him, facing away, her skirts lifted above her knees. She reeled a little, thinking that she might fall off, but strong hands held her where she needed to be.
    With one big, rough finger, Thorvald stroked the very edges of her lips, now that her legs were spread wide.
    Alva gasped, and behind her, Erik chuckled into the back of her neck. The two sensations at once were almost more than Alva could bear.

Captured by Vikings

“More ale, girl,” he said. His empty stein made a loud thud on the table as he slammed it down and then belched loudly.
    Alva didn’t turn around immediately, occupied as she was with lighting the candles in the wall sconces. In a few minutes the sun would be down, and it would be too dark to see.
    “Did you hear me?” he bellowed.
    She still said nothing, but walked to the table and took Lord Duncan’s