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“Trust me, little fairy cat. They will. Now, until I know you’re safe from the Warriors and the General, do you agree to let me hold you accountable if you break the rules?”

“Will you do all the fun, nice things Daddies, I mean, Vikings do with their Little girls, too?”

“I have it on the best authority that a Viking loves playing with his Little girl. So, would you like a Viking to keep you safe, happy, and accountable?”

She didn’t respond immediately. What would he do if she said no? He wasn’t going to force her to accept his protection. Consent meant consent. She had every right to decide for herself whether she trusted him enough to say yes.

“Yes.”

It took a moment for him to realize the word had come from her and not from inside his own head. “Are you certain? There’s no changing your mind later if you break your rule.”

Why in the hell was he trying to make her second-guess herself? He needed to shut the fuck up.

She looked him up and down, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Little minx. “I like you, Viking. And I trust you. I have a sixth sense about these things. Sometimes you just have to follow your instincts, you know what I mean?”

Oh, he knew exactly what she meant. He felt it, too. There was only one thing left to say. He stood up, setting her gently on the floor so she could stand. Lowering his voice to a husky growl, he turned her so her back pressed against his chest. “I guess you meanit’s time to play our game then, little fairy cat. I’m fancying a game of hide and seek. We’ll play in the backyard. What do you think?”

Lovie

What did she think? Was he crazy? What was she supposed to think when a Viking suggested he chase her around the backyard? She’d never played hide and seek before in her life. Sure, she knew the playground game. Her classmates had played all the time.

She hadn’t participated. Not once. Everyone assumed she was stuck up, which was understandable given who her stepfather was. But that wasn’t the case at all.

She hadn’t played because she had been too afraid. What if she did it wrong? What if she were the first one found and everyone laughed at her? Even worse, what if she joined in and no one searched for her at all?

No, standing on the sidelines and watching was much safer than risking everyone mocking or ignoring her.

But this? This was completely different. She had no doubt Viking would seek her. Shivers danced along Lovelyn’s skin, puckering her nipples as Law’s breath teased the shell of her ear. Her Viking stood right behind her with his arms caging her in, one over her breasts and the other around her waist.

The only breaths she managed came in short, shallow pants. Not because his grip was too tight but because her heart raced too fast for her lungs to keep up. Her nerves stretched so taut she feared they might snap, because not only would he seek her, he’d also find her.

Did she dare? Could she be brave for her Viking? With her Viking? Brave enough to put aside her fear and have fun? Because there was no doubt playing with Law would be fun.

Excitement flooded her entire body with adrenaline, bringingher more to life than she had been in… well, forever. And to her shock, the slickness of arousal dampened her panties.

She was so damn turned on she shook with it. Why was she so turned on?

Law's voice rumbled in her ear, low and guttural. Almost a growl. A growl that did even more wicked things to her insides. “Well, little fairy cat, would you like to play?”

Did she? Her skin prickled, raising the tiny hairs on her arms and the nape of her neck. Her senses heightened to full alertness. Nothing mattered except what was happening around her in that moment. Everything grew more vivid. More intense. All-consuming.

No more worrying about what might or might not go wrong or who would be blamed. No future problems or past mistakes crowded her mind. Just Law and her. And it was intoxicating.

It was also everything she needed to let go of her reservations and nod her head.

He turned her to face him, his smile brilliant, dazzling. Enticing. It sent sparks of desire to her core and softened her thighs.

“I’ll count to ten to give you a head start. When I start counting, scamper away, little fairy cat. I’ll turn my back so I don’t see which way you run. But you’d better run fast because every time I catch you, you’re mine to do with as I please. Understand?”

Her pussy clenched. Then something swelled up inside her she'd never experienced before. Something bold and daring. She liked it. She notched her chin higher. “I understand, Viking. But first, you have to catch me.”

Why? Why would she taunt him? Because it was fun. And wicked. And thrilling.

He chuckled, and that was wicked, too. And delicious. Taking her hand, he led her into the backyard.

Surprisingly, scant snow still powdered the grass, thanks to the shade of the trees. This was good, as it meant fewer tracks for himto follow. She scanned the area, devising her strategy for staying out of his reach.

After a quick squeeze, he let her go and stepped back. She immediately missed the security of being in his arms. And his warmth. He exuded confidence and power. And desire. As shocking as it was, he wanted her.

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