At the Viking's Command (Warriors Unleashed Book 2) by Anne Marsh Page A

difference.
    He nodded. “Just to be perfectly clear, you’re offering to have sex with me in exchange for my fighting skills.”
    “Yes.” See? She could do one-word answers too.
    He shook his head. “I don’t buy sex. If you’re in my bed, it’s because you want to be.”
    “That’s not what I’ve heard.” The story of Vikar and Pure was almost legendary. She’d wanted a favor from the Viking leader and he’d made a deal that included seven nights of sex—with both him and his second-in-command Var. From everything she’d heard, Pure had enjoyed that deal.
    “I’m not my brothers.”
    No. He was—more.
    “What do you want then? Cash?” Which would be a problem because she literally didn’t have a dime to her name. It wasn’t like she’d been able to hold down a job since being bitten. Still, his lack of sexual interest stung even if it was par for the course. She wasn’t winning the sexy times sweepstakes in the Pack either.
    He ran a hand over his head before walking past her toward the cabin. She followed happily. Big booted feet crunching over the snow were sexy as hell. She’d always loved a man in shitkickers.
    “You’ll do, but I want you on my terms.”
    Maybe men went out of their way to be confusing? “Again, more words here would be a good thing.”
    He pushed open the cabin door. The place wasn’t locked, but who the hell would be out here anyway? Then he stopped and looked at her, arms folded over his chest. And while she picked up on heat and power, there was another emotion else reflected in his gaze that she didn’t recognize. Not affection, but something that had that potential.
    “We’re going to have sex. We’re both going to enjoy it.”
    “Confident, much?” she muttered, but he kept right on talking.
    “You’ll give me everything in bed. I’m not an easy lover. I’ll push you.”
    Heat swept through her. God, he was gorgeous. And trouble. He was trouble in spades. She hadn’t thought through her sex-in-exchange-for-strong-arm-assistance plan and she wasn’t sure what she’d imagined. Maybe a little wham bam, thank you ma’am. Or something kinkier. Calder clearly intended to play by a different set of rules.
    Her girly bits tightened with arousal. So maybe she’d hoped her Viking could do for her what the Pack’s werewolves hadn’t. If sex with the wolves usually wasn’t bad, she also hadn’t seen fireworks either. Rough and fast could be fun, but she wanted more. Part of her also secretly yearned to submit. To let him take charge.
    “Maybe you should consider a blow-up doll,” she suggested. “Easier to order around.”
    He stepped inside. “In. Or out.”
    She wanted to say yes and that need scared her. Still, she needed to draw the line.
    “One thing is non-negotiable. I don’t do submission.”
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    “You can.” She would . If Tyra wanted him to do her job, she’d pay his price. It was that simple. Still, in the interest of compromise, he held out a hand to her. She could take it. Or not.
    “This is crazy.”
    Yeah. He knew that. She was a werewolf on a suicide mission. He was a Viking berserker. And yet he didn’t seem to have any willpower around her. Imagine that.
    “You can,” he repeated.
    She shrugged, but she let him tug her into the cabin. “I haven’t to date. Just so we’re clear.”
    His cabin was his own space, private from his brothers and the sometimes-chaos at the keep. He’d built the place by hand a century ago and decorated it with wood carvings over the next few decades. In addition to a big stone fireplace, he’d filled the rooms with oversized furniture designed to be comfortable. Right now, however, he only had one destination in mind. Bed .
    He led her to the bedroom and nudged the door open with his hip. She didn’t jerk away, although her breathing came faster and harder. “You don’t waste any time do you?”
    He never had. He knew what he wanted and he went after it. Tyra .
    She was still wearing the