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“Let me go!” Although she was certainly tall for a female,
he stood taller. Rolf had been the largest man in his clan since his father handed
over his prized weapons to him, being his only son, while on his deathbed. Few
men were stronger, and this woman stood no chance of escaping from him, no
matter how hard she kicked, scratched and struggled. All three she did—in fact
she put up a very good fight while sending him a string of Celtic, but well
understood, curses that willed him to a fate worse than death.
“Be still woman and no harm will befall you.” Rolf loosened
his hold, but instantly tightened his grip when, with another string of abuse
from her tongue, she tried to escape. There would be no escape for her—he fully
intended to keep this prize as his own.
His men now laughed and cheered, their words abusive, as
befitted a victorious warrior. “Let us now take the other women,” one cried, waving
his sword above his head, while Rolf thanked his gods that his men dared not
make a move without his consent.
When Rolf pressed his mouth against Brigid's ear, she
squirmed away, but relentlessly he held her fast. “Tell your womenfolk to come
out willingly and no harm will come to them this night,” he said, taking the
opportunity to taste her skin before she pulled away, twisting her neck aside.
Her scent filled his nostrils. She smelled of bracken, lavender, but mostly female.
His body reacted instantly, and she froze like a wild animal that knew it was
in the sights of its hunter.
“You think they will believe that any more than I do?” she
hissed, a tremble in her voice. “They have probably already taken their own
lives.”
“And the lives of their children?” Rolf knew very well that Celtic
women valued the lives of their children as much as any Norse mother did.
Perhaps the virgins might be tempted to end their lives rather than submit to
his Norse warriors, but he doubted a mother would leave her children
undefended.
When he moved his arms until one hand rested beneath the
soft swell of her breast, she spat another Celtic word at him. Rolf swallowed
hard and closed his eyes at the rush of sensation surging through his blood. In
all his life no woman had ever caused such a reaction. Usually he took what the
willing females of his clan offered and shared the spoils of victory with his
men.
But this was different. This woman would be shared with no
man—he would kill them before they set a hand on her. He wanted this woman to
succumb willingly. If it took him until his dying breath, he would make her his
own.
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