Her Viking Lovers by J. A. Bailey Page A

from slipping to the floor as heat gathered between her thighs.
She withdrew her fingers and went back to touching her clitoris. In frantic
presses, she increased the pleasure, switching her attention from Alrek to Yrsa
when their expressions contorted with gratification. Yrsa’s cry rent the air
but it was only when Alrek thrust several more times did Esa come apart with
him. He withdrew and spilled his seed onto Yrsa’s back. Esa imagined the hot
feel of it and the salty tang while her climax shuddered through her, leaving
her breathless but still wanting.
    Only
Alrek’s cock would satisfy her fully. She sighed. But that would never happen.
They both simply loved Rennir too much to betray his memory.
    While
Alrek helped Yrsa clean up, Esa readjusted her skirts. She couldn’t leave quite
yet. A few more peeks of those wide shoulders, that crisp golden hair and still
slightly aroused cock might at least sustain her fantasies for a while. If she
were brave, she’d knock on the door and offer to totally satisfy him, but,
alas, she was not. Alrek would likely reject her and she depended on him too
much for companionship and assistance when the strong arms of a Viking man were
needed.
    Alrek
offered Yrsa a kiss as he wrapped a woollen blanket around his waist. It was
too much. Tears stung her eyes. How she longed for a kiss again—from Alrek or Rennir
she wasn’t sure. The lonely ache in her chest promised to remain. Rennir was
dead and Alrek out of bounds.
    Turning,
she snatched her skirts and scurried away before she sobbed aloud. As she
hastened around the corner, the door to Alrek’s hut swung open and Esa
barrelled into a wall of glistening muscle.
    Hands
firm around her upper arms, Alrek held her back to study her. “Esa, what brings
you out at this time?”
    “Forgive
me, Alrek.” Her voice came out tight, grief stifling it in her throat.
    “You
have been crying,” he stated gruffly.
    “ Neinn ,
not crying.” Not yet, at least.
    He
glanced over his shoulder, clearly wary of Yrsa’s presence in his hut. Did he
believe she would be jealous? He could not be concerned for his reputation. The
entire village knew Alrek to be a generous lover and none begrudged him his
spoils for he worked hard to protect them all.
    Yet
the flutter in her belly told her she longed to be in Yrsa’s place.
    “Do
you need something, Esa?”
    She
drew in a breath and met his grey gaze. “I… a leak in my roof. I was hoping you
might fix it.”
    “It
is not raining.”
    Had
she angered him by interrupting his liaison? He normally treated her with such
kindness but this night he seemed curt and annoyed. “ Neinn , b-but it
might.”
    “I
shall come by on the morrow unless it is urgent. The night is not cold and it
is surely too dark to be fixing roofs.”
    “You
are right, Alrek. Forgive me. I simply worried you would not have time.”
    “Fear
not, Esa, I shall always make time for you.” His furrowed brow softened.
“Return now and dream well.”
    The
look in his eyes made her frown. Did he know what she would dream of this
night? Strong hands, firm muscles and Alrek’s cock sinking deep into her. Her
fluttering belly swooped and she fought the need to clench her legs together as
desire renewed.
    “Good
night, Alrek,” she replied before she could make an even greater fool of
herself. Esa hurried away, the scent of sex and Alrek’s musk lingering in her
nostrils. She held onto the aroma, knowing it would fuel at least another
climax as she lay in her bed that night.

Chapter Two
    While
the sun peeked over the horizon and cast the straw rooftops in an orange haze, Alrek
climbed onto Esa’s roof. After sending Yrsa on her way, he had thought of
nothing else but Esa’s cursed roof and the shimmering sorrow in her eyes. Had
she heard him with Yrsa? He made no secrets of bedding the widows of the
village. He brought them as much pleasure as they did him. But Esa had no such
man to keep her company. Perhaps it saddened her to