“Fuck.” The first man’s voice floats toward me. But they won’t make this male’s mistake. I’ll need to go out to them. At least the odds are better now.
Fhord’s emotions shift as I hear his growl. He’s worried now. They’re threatening him.
“We’ll kill him if you don’t come out,” the first man yells out. “Now.”
We’re going to regret this, I know—because we only have one tent—but I can’t use the door. Spinning, my knives split the canvas that was behind me, moving through it like soft butter to create another opening. At least Olan’s knives are sharp. I step outside and slip around the tent, watching with satisfaction when they turn their gazes toward me.
And then my knives are spinning through the air. The males don’t have time to react before they land—one in a throat and the other in a chest. Fhord pushes up and away, rolling to put distance between them as the males grasp for the knives and pull them out. It won’t matter. My aim was true.
When Fhord’s movement stops, his head spins to find me. He smiles as he slowly looks down my barely-clad body, taking his time as he finds my breasts, nipples pushing through my bandeau, and the flat stomach that leads toward the parts that drive him mad. And then his eyes are focused on mine again. I see gratitude, respect. And some lust.
Now it’s my turn to inspect his body. I can’t suppress the grin, or the laugh that follows.
Fhord’s hard. Again.
Chapter fourteen
Fhord
I’ll Protect You
Holyfuck.Thatwasthe sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’d have been turned on if my little rabbit had killed those men dressed in a potato sack. That devious mind of hers knew exactly what she had to do to save us. She played them like fiddles, giving the bastard Olan what he needed to trust her. He thought she was helpless. He died knowing how fucking stupid and gullible he was. And how brilliant she is.
But she's not wearing a sack. I can’t drag my gaze from her bare skin. The little layer of sweat that sparkled in the sun as she flung her blades at them. Her powerful body, with curves where they should be, muscles where she needs them. The thin fabric covering her breasts, that can’t hide nipples screaming her excitement. The smile that tells me she’s got the courage to kill when she must.
My savage is roaring at me, demanding I take her now. I’m hard as fuck, but I don’t care. Sifa knows what she does to me. I gave up trying to hide it. I like being teased by her, watching her eyes shine as she sees the rise she gets out of me. She’s having fun and I’m here for it. Every single part of me is on board for whatever my rabbit wants to do.
My resolve is slipping and I need to care.
I cannot let myself get close to her. It would cause so much pain.
Tindera and my Ætt—they’ll be the ones punished for my weakness.
Butfuck, this is hard.
Everything is so hard.
She finally stops laughing and turns toward the tent. My grunt stops her, and I use my head to gesture to the ropes. She needs to untie me.
“I should throw on some clothes first,” she says with a gesture at her curves.
I lay there helpless as she ducks into the tent and then comes back out fully dressed in tight leather pants and a corset that hugs her perfect tits. My savage is wide awake, trying to figure out what we have to do to see Sifa’s skin again. To feel her next to us.
I need to calm the fuck down.
When she unties me, my hands find her cheeks. “You’re so fucking dangerous,” I breathe. “That was magnificent.”
And then I leave. Because if I stay, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’m by the creek for a long time, wresting control back. Finally, with every part of me a little more relaxed, I make my way back to the tent.
Sifa’s dragged the men away and is trying to brush over the blood stains they left. She looks at me, her eyes crinkling with a broad grin.
“I thought you’d never come back. I need to wash their grime off, but we can pack up and leave as soon as you get a little food.”
I pause, holding her gaze. “Thank you, my brave, selfless rabbit. I owe you.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “We’re traveling together. We do what we must to survive.”
