Page 101 of Storm of Fury
“Do you think I wanted this?”
For a second, he thought he had her contained.
Then a foot swept out behind her and he was falling, his back hitting the floor and a warm weight still in his arms. Solveig slammed on top of him, the breath driving out of her chest. Marduk slung his arm around her hips, but he could have sworn he was wrestling the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr.
“Wanted this? Do you thinkIwanted this?”
He pinned her wrists to the floor, trying to use his weight against her, but then her legs flexed up, her thighs locking around his neck, as she bent herself fair in half.
A quick twist and he was flat on his back again, still slightly breathless with the shock of finding his face buried between her thighs.
"You wyrm," she snarled.
He captured her thighs, staring up the length of her body.Fuck. He was so close to her that he could almost smell the musk of her body. And he suddenly wanted to turn his face into her thigh and bite her.
Solveig pinned him to the rug, slamming his wrists to the floor, her thighs straddling his shoulders. Her eyes flasheddrekigold, her teeth bared in a snarl.
Every instinct demanded he roll them and slam her to the floor to conquer the challenge in her eyes.
But there was also a part of him that was still dealing with the realization that he was betweenher thighs.
"You've ruined my life. Did you think to punish me? Was this revenge for capturing you?"
"It had nothing to do with you," he snapped.
"Nothing to—" Her lips parted in shock. "You chosemeto be your mate!"
"I couldn't pick Aslaug. She'd be picturing littledrekiin her arms within the year, and imagining life by my side. And Siv is terrified of me. She wants nothing to do with me."
"Iwant nothing to do with you."
"Likewise," he snarled. "Which makesyouthe perfect choice. You're not frightened of me. You don't desire anything from me. Your father demanded we mate. He said nothing about living together."
"That's what you intend? You plan to dump me here, mated by word—but not in truth—and continue on your merry way? You son of a dragon.”
And then they were both wrestling again.
Sitting up, he tried to escape her grasp as she fell into his lap. But then she shifted—as if she saw the heat in his gaze—and her weight settled heavily over his groin. His cock, ever an opportunist, roused to the challenge as she leaned over him, her nails digging into his wrists.
Marduk froze.
Don't you dare, he told his exuberant erection as Solveig's weight shifted atop him.Anyone but her.
It was having none of it.
And why the hell would it? Solveig's shirt gaped, revealing the slight curves of her breasts, her dusky skin caressed by the thin stream of sunlight through the window.
She was the sort of female who wouldn't lie meekly beneath him in bed. No, he'd feel the kiss of her claws in his back. The bite of her teeth in his throat. A constant challenge to be won. He could pin her, just as she was doing to him, and fuck his way into—
Stop it! She's an evil, treacherous Sadu princess with a savage heart.
Solveig gasped. "What did you just call me?"
And he realized he was projecting the thoughts right through his shields.
She sat up, releasing his wrists, herentireweight settling over his groin. "Did you just call me a—"
The moment she realized his predicament was priceless.
