Viking Unbound by Kate Pearce Page A

lower lips as he plunged his tongue inside her?
    His cock stirred and he cupped a hand over it.
    “ Stop it, Viking.” Frey’s voice echoed in his head.
    He ran a finger along the hardness of his shaft as she responded to him. The thought of having her, of finally possessing her flesh, was the only thing that made sense to him in this frightening world. “ I’m thinking how I’m going to make you scream when I put my mouth on your cunt and plunge my tongue deep inside you.”
    “You’re not going to do anything of the kind. You’re in the brig.”
    She sounded…disappointed.
    “ Do not doubt me. Frey, I will have you naked and under me before very long. You’ll scream for me. I know it. ”
    “ When I’m locked in my cabin?”
    “If you want me, I’ll come to you.”
    “Yeah, right .”
    He wasn’t sure what her words meant, but he knew she doubted him. And, in truth, he wasn’t sure he could magic himself to her side in this strange cold metal ship, but he would certainly try if she needed him. And if he couldn’t get out, perhaps he could make sure she came to him.
    He opened one eye and glanced over at Brown. Perhaps it was time to be diplomatic.
    “Tell your captain that I am willing to speak to him, but only if the woman Frey is present.”
    Frey stood up as her cabin door was unlocked and she tried to look calm as Ross came in, his weapon out and armed. This whole situation was crazy and not how she had envisioned meeting one of her mates at all. Her birth mother had told her that meeting her First Male had been unforgettable and that even though he’d later deserted their family, she still loved him. Frey hadn’t understood or accepted any of that until the thought of not seeing the Viking again made her want to scream and pull out her hair. Which was a ridiculous way to feel about someone you had only just met—even if they had shoved their tongue down your throat and made you want to throw off your clothes and simply fuck them forever.
    “Tecky? Come on, you’re wanted.”
    She followed him down the passageway, aware of a second armed security guard behind her. They halted at the holding room next to the brig, and Ross held onto her arm.
    “Go in slowly and keep your hands visible. The Viking and Captain Travis are already at the table.”
    Frey did as she was told blinking at the stark lighting of the cell and the minimum furnishings. Her Viking sat on one side of the table, his wrists shackled, his fingers linked together. He looked up as she entered the room, his icy blue gaze fixing on her. She couldn’t look away. After a long moment, he stared down at the scarred white table top, and she was able to breathe again.
    “Tecky.” Captain Travis gestured for her to sit beside him. “I’ve already told our guest that I am willing to answer any questions he has. He insisted that you were present for his debriefing.” He fixed her with a compelling stare. “I expect you to follow my lead and only answer when I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Captain.” Frey took a seat.
    Being so close to the Viking meant she could finally study the intricate leatherwork of his jerkin and the tattoos that encircled his wrist and moved up his left arm disappearing within his sleeve. Runes marked the sides of his shaved scalp and his crow-colored hair was woven and plaited together into one single braid. Her fingers curled and uncurled. Did he ever untie his hair? How would it look flowing freely over his shoulders?
    “Tecky…”
    She jumped and returned her attention to Travis.
    “Yes, Sir?”
    “Pay attention.”
    “Yes, Sir.” It was proving hard to do that when all she wanted to do was leap over the table and grab any part of the Viking she could get her hands on and lick him…
    “ I would like it if you did that. You could start with my cock.”
    His thought floated over to her, and she realized he was staring at her mouth. She licked her lips, and he