I never planned to serve as his vessel. The blood debt keeps me in his longhouse, where his hunger for an heir turns every night into possession.
Every rival threat ends the same way: he claims me across the storehouse table and plants his mark deep inside me. Each time the demand grows.
I could leave once the debt is settled. I never do.
Scorching Viking breeding erotica featuring a dominant chieftain claiming his bride through repeated possession. For readers who crave ravishment and heir-making ownership.
