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A body to warm her bed. A cock to rut upon. Great muscles to explore and touch and kiss. And when she was done with him, he’d be a perfect recruit for Odin’s warrior hall. She might even be allowed to visit him before the final battle…
But what was she thinking?
She never visited the warriors of Valhalla. Once she was done with them on earth, she was done with them forever. It was madness to form attachments with the dead. They existed apart from the living for a reason.
She just had to make certain she got her fill of this male while she had him.
Yes, that was it. She simply needed to exorcise this temporary physical obsession. After all, it had been an age since she took her last lover and truly indulged in bed sport.
A couple miles out from the foot of the soaring, snow-capped mountain, she slowed her steed to a walk. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her.
For the first time, she wanted toknowa man.
Just a little bit.
If nothing else, she wanted to understand what made this particular male so special, that Odin would command Eir to personally recruit him for Valhalla. And why something inside her had always stayed her hand.
But more than that, if she was being honest with herself, she wanted to know him just because. She wanted to understand this instant possessiveness she felt towards him since the moment they clashed eyes.
Not just last night, but from the very first.
“Give me your name, warrior,” she commanded, breaking the silence between them.
“Kai,” he rumbled, his deep voice more a reverberation that she felt rather than a sound she heard.
“And yours, female,” he commanded back.
Eir smiled to herself.
This was clearly a male who was always obeyed. Who never bowed to anyone and likely chaffed at her demanding tone. Just as strong-willed as she was. Just as stubborn.
Ah, she was going tothoroughlyenjoy him.
“Eir,” she replied at length.
“Airrr,” he repeated, drawing out ther, testing her name on his tongue.
She shivered with delight.
Her name, spoken in that deep, roughened voice sounded so dirty, like an exalted exhalation he would make in the throes of passion. She wanted to make him say her name over and over again.
“What does it mean?”
“Peace or clemency,” she replied, her voice huskier than usual.
Gods! everything about this male enflamed her.
“Or help and mercy,” she added.
“Is it your task to rescue others then?”
Eir huffed with amusement.
“Hardly. It is simply a name. Not who I am.”
He was silent for a few moments.
And then, he murmured low, “Who are you, then?”
