Author : Eloise Snow
Publisher : Salacious Stories
ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 106 pages
Book Rating : 4.:/5 (661 download)
Book Synopsis Dominated By The Viking by : Eloise Snow
Download or read book Dominated By The Viking written by Eloise Snow and published by Salacious Stories. This book was released on 2019-05-16 with total page 106 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Eva did not become a Queen by giving into men. John is no exception, so even as he strips bare and lays his muscular body on the snow covered wall - melting the snow as well as the heart of every woman in his village, and leaving both as wet - she resists. John is no pretty boy, but he's a valiant fighter who would die for his people. When Vikings storm his castle he's on the front lines to fight back, but Eva's forces are too strong and soon he finds himself captive, where he's given an ultimatum that will test his loyalty to his people. Eva will make sure John bends his knee for her, perhaps in more ways than one... Excerpt 1: Somehow, the darkness only seemed to deepen as he stepped beneath the canopy provided by the trees, and a silence so deep it felt almost unnatural overtook him. With the insulating trunks and bulky foliage around him, the rising and falling hum of voices soon disappeared behind him, fading into the distance, his solitude broken only by the stirring of a woodland creature, startled by his passage through. For hours he wandered, until the inky blackness gave way to grey, and as he came to a hill, he saw red on the horizon, the rising sun - Except no birds were yet awake, not a sound to be heard to announce the oncoming day. It was much too quiet, still, for the sun to be peeking above the distant horizon, and, he realized with a start, he was facing the wrong direction to see the sun at all. The red light that flickered on the horizon was spreading, and rising up from it, he saw a column of black twisting in the air like a giant snake. Smoke. John’s heart hammered against his chest, and for a moment, just a moment, he considered dashing back into the woods, hiding until whatever was happening had passed. He took a step, intending to do just that, and sucked in a sharp breath that made his ribs ache where Mack had hammered on them the day before for speaking with Ellen. Ellen. Fear, so distinct it was nearly palpable, coursed through him, and he was moving before he had made the conscious decision to do so. Leafage dampened the sound of his approach, but nothing could muffle the sounds coming from his village. Screams broke the stillness of morning, and as John broke from the tree line, he saw why; chaos had erupted, strangers in burnished armor and thick leathers swarming the streets that had been empty when he left. The men of the village had banded together, but even as John watched, their line was broken, makeshift weapons no match for the tools of war hefted by the figures that advanced on them; John recognized each man that fell before the intruders, and his heart clenched in his chest; he altered his course even as he heard a shout behind him, trying to disappear among the familiar streets and aiming to cut them off, hoping to get to the bakery before the advancing line. His hopes waned almost immediately; there was no rhyme or reason to this, no true organization; it seemed as if they had come from all sides. Buildings that had stood since John was a boy were in ruins, roofs aflame, simple, roughen blocks crumbling under the sweltering heat. Excerpt 2: Soon, their clothes seemed an almost oppressive barrier; cruel trappings designed with the pure purpose of keeping them apart. John's shirt was discarded, and laid on the ground with his trousers. Ellen's dress disappeared next, added to the clothes laid out, until it made a small pallet, softer, at least, than the bare rock that surrounded it. There, Ellen allowed herself to be lowered, her hair pulled free from the ribbons that had held it in place, allowing it to fall free in slight curls around her, fanned out beneath her shoulders. A delicate shiver passed through the girl beneath him as he lowered his mouth to the junction between her legs, taking his first taste of her; her fingers curled in the clothing beneath her, knees coming up around his ears, whether to bar him access, or encourage him, John could not say. His hands pressed lightly to her thighs, encouraging them apart again, and Ellen complied, a smooth motion, one leg daintily coming to curve over his shoulder, knee hooked over it.
