Bred By The Dominant Vikings
Astrid Ironsdottir never kneels. Not when Ragnar Wolfborn's warriors overrun her clan. Not when the battle-scarred jarl circles her in his war tent, his massive frame radiating raw power. His calloused hand grips her chin, forcing her gaze to his. The air between them crackles with primal hunger neither can deny.
She came to fight his dominance with blade and will. Instead, she'll surrender to his possession night after night, her warrior's body betraying her as his skilled hands claim every inch of her trembling flesh.
