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That was all.
He wasn’t about to limit his pleasures to one female. That’d be madness. Only Mates limited themselves. The predominantly voluntary nature of the limitation never ceased to baffle him.
And Kai sure as fuck wasn’t looking for a Mate.
He rolled his shoulders to force the tension out of the tightly bunched muscles.
Gods! He was hard and tense all over. He needed release!
But instead of stomping into the longhouse to seek a couple (or a dozen) willing soft bodies in which to bury his cock, he found himself sliding down to his ass against the tree, long legs sprawled before him.
He reached into the drawstring trousers and roughly took himself in hand.
Not to chase that elusive, tortured, long overdue orgasm, but simply to distract himself from the agonizing pressure inside with a different kind of pain.
That woman.
He was determined to collect on her promise should they meet again. No other release would do in the meantime. Not even by his own hand.
By the Fates, theywouldmeet again.
Gods help the poor souls who dared stand in his way.
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“I am not riding that donkey.”
Ere and Sorin looked at the scruffy creature with a strange circular white patch around one eye.
What they could see of the eye, anyway.
Long, shaggy, wool-like hair covered its entire body, including the ears. Making them look like ones that belonged on an angora rabbit. It was a wonder it could see. But somehow, a dark, intelligent, doe-like eye peered at Ere through the hairy fringe, as if to say, “Back at you, bro.”
“I’ll ride with you on the big brown one,” Ere announced, keeping his eyes on the suspicious donkey.
Who knew what it would do when his back was turned. Maybe grab a hunk of his hair and chew on it. Or his tunic. Or kick him with those hairy hooves.
As if reading his thoughts, the donkey stuck its tongue between a set of large, surprisingly white teeth and blew a raspberry at him, spraying him with spittle.
Demon’s spawn, Ere thought with a glare at the unrepentant creature.
“The donkey is not strong enough to carry me or Kai,” Sorin said. “Even your weight would tax it. But we have no other means.”
The Jarl had given them one of his best horses for the journey ahead, in addition to the trinkets that Kai wore around his neck. As horses were very rare possessions in these parts, and only the wealthiest chieftains owned them, Ere recognized the enormity of the gift. Olaf the Witch-Breaker was a generous man.
The donkey, on the other hand, was from the farmer. It was the best he could spare.
“Loki is a tireless beast,” the helpful farmer had assured them.
“He can travel long distances, climb treacherous mountains and trek across snow-covered plains in a blizzard without complaint. He’s stronger than he looks. He can carry the young master with no trouble at all.”
The farmer meant Ere, who, despite having lived many millennia, still looked like he was in his early twenties. Made even younger by his willowy, lean build, flawless skin and long, dark hair.
They never should have accepted the farmer’s gift, Ere reflected with a twist of his mouth.
Anything named Loki was bound to be trouble.
“It just spat at me!” Ere complained now, still arguing his case.
