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The following excerpt from NORTHMAN'S PASSION is for readers 18 and over. Excerpt Northman's Passion by Kate Hill (Erotic Historical) From Ellora's Cave. Blurb: Erik Ice Tooth is used to getting what he wants. Undefeated in battle, no man is his match and no woman resists him, until he meets Bera, daughter of his King. Disgusted by the hulking brute who asks for her hand in marriage, Bera adamantly refuses him, but Erik is determined to have his way. He abducts Bera, vowing to prove to her that theirs is a match made by the gods. He has many lusty tricks in store for the unsuspecting Bera. Will she be able to resist this sexy warrior? To read Pleasurable Punishment, a free short story related to Northman's Passion, click here. Excerpt: Standing in the water, shadowed by the overhanging branches of a nearby tree, stood a gorgeous, black-haired giant. His wet, golden-tanned skin glistened and his chiseled muscles rippled as he washed. Moisture gleamed in his curling chest hair that tapered to a slender trail down the center of his sleek belly. It flared out to a wider thatch that disappeared beneath the water along with the lower half of his body. Bera felt heat rise in her face, not because of his naked state, but because she wished the water wasn't quite so deep. It took her a moment to realize this water-slicked brother of Thor was actually Erik. "I thought you didn't like him?" Helga whispered, a knowing grin on her thin lips. "I told you why I felt that way," Bera replied, irritated not only at the old woman's teasing but at her own desire. The last thing she wanted was to give Erik the satisfaction of admiring him like a lovesick maiden. Unfortunately that's exactly what she'd done. Even now he wore a smug grin. His teeth gleamed against his dark beard that was neatly groomed, complete with two long, slender braids amidst the loose, dark hair. "I see you got my clothes," he said. Curling her lip, Bera threw them on the muddy ground at the edge of the creek. "Wash them like I ordered, woman," he told her. Bera's stomach clenched with fury and something even more disturbing. He continued, "I can stand no more of the stench. Next time I'll travel with a change of trousers so I'll be prepared when my cousin knocks me into a dung heap." Bera wasn't sure why this revelation pleased her so much, yet she was relieved to know he wasn't as dirty as she'd thought him to be. If something could be done about his arrogance, the brute might actually appeal to her. That was a lie. Even when she'd thought him filthy, something about him had stirred her passions. "You should bring a change of tunic as well," Bera said, lifting her chin. He moved closer and her heartbeat quickened. Her gaze lowered, but he paused, the water still concealing the part of him she longed to see. "I did, but the other tunic was torn when I was moving trunks in the cargo hold," he told her. "I'll leave you to your business," Helga said quietly and headed back up the path to the longhouse. "No!" Bera spun toward her. "Don't go." "Go!" Erik commanded and Helga continued on her way. Bera started to follow her, but Erik said, "Bera, you stay. My clothes are still dirty." She glared at him over her shoulder. "Then wash them yourself." Turning her back to him, she strode up the path. She only managed a few steps before he pulled her against his big, wet body. She gave a shout of surprise. For a man his size, he moved with speed as well as stealth. "I'm surprised a daughter of the King is so disobedient." Erik spoke in her ear. The huskiness of his voice and the tickle of his beard sent little thrills of delight down her spine. "You have much to learn, Bera, and I'm going to enjoy teaching you." "I can learn nothing from you except how to stink like a dung heap. Let me go!" She struggled, but he tightened his arms around her. "I like you where you are, beautiful wench." His lips teased her earlobe and Bera resisted the urge to close her eyes. No man had ever touched her like this. In spite of herself, she liked the feel of his body against hers. There didn't seem to be a soft part of him. He was all muscle, long limbs and damp flesh. Something particularly hard and thick pressed against her. It took her a moment to comprehend what it was, but when she did an unexpected wave of arousal swept over her. Perhaps she'd never been with a man, but she knew right well what it meant when certain parts of them swelled like this. Well. . .perhaps not like this. Erik's cock felt rather large. The more she wiggled against him in an attempt to free herself, the bigger it seemed to grow. "You're getting me all wet," she snapped, trying to squirm from his embrace. "Exactly." He chuckled, one of his hands sliding between her legs and cupping her in a place no man had ever touched. Bera gasped. Her nipples tightened and passion flared through her belly, settling into that sensitive place between her legs. Her flesh ached and throbbed and she had the wild urge to thrust her hips against his hand. Instead she stomped on his bare foot with her heel. He grunted in rage, but instead of loosening, his hold on her tightened. "Miserable wench." "Let me go." He swept her into his arms and she instinctively clung to his neck. Bera found her face mere inches from his. Her gaze fixed on his dark, gleaming eyes. His full lips parted slightly and for the first time she wondered how they'd feel against hers. "That's better," he said, his voice softer. "It's more pleasant if you don't struggle." "Then why take a woman who doesn't want you?" His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, then he dipped his head closer to her. His lips hovered over hers, but he didn't kiss her. Bera's heart pounded and she trembled from desire rather than fear. What was it about this overbearing, arrogant bear that made her want the unthinkable? "Are you afraid?" he asked. She shook her head. "No." "Do you want me to let you go? Think before you answer out of spite. I'm willing to coax you if you're frightened, but don't try my patience." "What if I simply don't want you?" Even as she spoke the words, she didn't believe them. "I don't think that's the truth." He brushed his cheek lightly against hers and Bera's eyes closed momentarily. He smelled so clean, fresh and masculine. "What if it is?" she whispered. "Would you force me?" "I want a willing woman," he said, his breath warm and enticing on her lips. Her hands tightened around his neck and she lifted her head the slightest bit, yet it was enough to touch her mouth fully to his. That was all the encouragement he needed. She might have initiated the kiss, but he took immediate control. His firm mouth claimed her, tender yet possessive. Bera closed her eyes and surrendered completely. When Erik's tongue thrust between her lips, she opened herself to him. Her tongue, hungry yet tentative, reached for his. Erik was a thorough and patient teacher. Every commanding thrust of his tongue taught her lessons in lust she never dreamed possible. With her snug in his arms, he walked back to the creek. A short distance from the water, he placed her on her feet. Bera stood, her legs trembling from desire and anticipation, and tilted her face toward his. Their gazes locked, he smiled at her, his expression dominant yet tender. She'd never imaged Erik could be like this, nor had she believed any man could make her feel this way. Marriages weren't about love, but about compatibility, wealth and family honor. If the couple was lucky, affection might grow between them. The idea of marrying a man who aroused her body and soul was. . . What was she thinking? She had refused Erik. Yet because of his stubbornness, maybe they'd have a chance after all. His dark, gleaming eyes fixed on his fingers that unfastened the brooches on her dress with surprising ease. A twinge of jealousy darted through her when she considered this was hardly the first time he'd undressed a woman. By the way Freya and Hildirid spoke, he had no shortage of female companionship. If and when she became his wife, that would end, even if she had to scratch out the eyes of every woman in the settlement. While he undressed her, she looked down, eager to see the cock that had pressed so enticingly against her backside. Her eyes widened and lips parted as she drew a sharp breath of desire at the sight of his thick shaft, textured with veins and flushed a delicious shade of pink. She never imagined a man's cock could be so beautiful, but it shouldn't have surprised her since every part of Erik's body was magnificent. If only she'd realized what those filthy clothes had been hiding, she might have demanded he wash, even if he hadn't been inclined to do so himself. With the brooches finally unfastened, her dress and other garments came off easily. The fabric pooled at her feet and Bera trembled more from anticipation than from the slight chill in the air. Now that the sun had set, the day's warmth had faded a bit. Erik wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Closing her eyes, Bera rested her cheek against his chest. The hair covering it was much softer than she'd thought and she gently rubbed her face against it, inhaling his scent. It was so wonderful to be this close to him and not smell dung. That thought made her chuckle. "What?" he demanded. Tilting her face to meet his gaze, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me you'd fallen into manure?" "You never asked." "That's a stupid answer." He narrowed his eyes and brushed his nose against hers. "It was a stupid situation." "If you had just explained I would have understood." "If you weren't so haughty you wouldn't have judged me by a little dung." "You are mad. I don't know any woman who would willingly consent to marrying a man who smelled like--" He silenced her with a kiss and Bera decided the argument could wait until later. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to him. Her arms slid around him and she splayed her palms over his broad back. Erik's hand swept lightly over her hips then cupped her buttocks. Little thrills of delight raced through Bera. She'd heard other women talk about the pleasures of coupling, but until now hadn't realized exactly how wonderful it could be. Of course not all women were lucky enough to catch the interest of a man like Erik. He was as irresistible as he was insufferable. The way he roused her passion and her anger intrigued her. For the sake of pride, she should fight him, but gods, she didn't want to. He squeezed her bottom a bit harder and she gasped, her fingers biting into the powerful muscles of his back. He chuckled softly, though his mouth never left hers. Bera moaned with pleasure as he sucked her upper lip. His hand slid over her waist and up her ribs. The tips of his calloused fingers traced the outline of her breast. That feathery touch tickled and Bera flinched. Erik cupped her breast and swept his tongue over her nipple. Again Bera gasped. No one had ever touched her so intimately. She'd rarely touched her own breasts. Now Erik's strong, rough fingertips were caressing her nipples in a way that made her pulse race and sent her breathing out of control. His lips moved from her mouth and ran along the side of her neck. If he hadn't been steadying her, she doubted she could have remained standing. His kisses rained over her shoulder and across her collarbone. "Erik," she murmured, weaving her fingers through his wet black hair. He grunted softly, too busy kissing her throat to reply in words. Slowly he guided her into the water. It was cool and she shivered at first, but he tugged her closer, his mouth claiming hers in another urgent kiss. "You're very beautiful," he said. "Most men don't think so." "Most men are stupid." He kissed her forehead then took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently. His hand disappeared beneath the water and slid between her legs. Bera's eyes widened a bit and she reached down to grasp his wrist. It felt as thick and strong as the rest of him. "Trust me," he whispered in her ear and she nodded, once again closing her eyes. He kneaded where she was so warm and aching. His fingers stroked her plump, tingling flesh then dipped even lower. The tip of one finger lightly teased her entrance, then slid inside, rubbing slowly and gently. In spite of the pleasure he brought her, Bera tensed. Gods, even her own fingers had never explored this deeply. He stopped rubbing, but didn't remove his finger. Bera trembled, surprised by how much she liked the feeling of him inside her and this wasn't even his cock. Remembering the size of his shaft, she wondered if it would hurt. Some women told horrible stories of men ramming their cocks painfully into their partners, like wild, rutting beasts. Erik didn't seem to be that kind of man. Yes he was rough, but the ruggedness that made him such a formidable warrior didn't appear to be something he carried into lovemaking. Thus far he hadn't harmed her and by his size and strength he could have crushed her easily. Even now his lips traveled firmly, but not roughly, down her neck and shoulder. Those moist, teasing kisses stirred her desire yet also relaxed her. As if sensing this, he slid another finger inside her. Bera spread her legs a bit wider to accommodate him. While his fingers stroked her soft, hidden flesh, his thumb swept over the her swollen clit. Moaning, Bera arched against him. "This is how it should be, Bera," he said.

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