Her Viking Wolves(66)

“So,” I say, raising an eyebrow at them. “You just decided to spend the morning playing my wildly inaccurate video game?”

“No, Varra,” FJ answers, his face all serious. “Did we mean to fetch for you some food, when we heard the sounds of sword fighting. Then did we find these North Wolves fighting upon this rectangle. And did Olafr remember watching the children play this game when we did make our walk, and so did we agree to play one game so we might know you better, but then…”

He trails off in the confused manner of a new player coming out of his first gamer thrall.

I throw him a sympathetic smile. “How many rounds did you two end up going?”

“Verily did we lose count. I have won all fights, but Olafr has after each victory insisted we wage yet another battle, so he may have the opportunity to finally defeat me.”

“I am mightily vexed this day that having been Ever the Wolf, know I not as well as my brother the sword,” Olafr confesses over our three-way link.

I incline my head to him and screw up my face. “So that’s the thing you’re going to decide to be mad about after spending nearly your entire life as wolf? Seriously?”

Before he can answer, FJ crows, “Even if you had trained as a Viking warrior for as many winters as Father, would you not beat me as this game.”#p#分页标题#e#

Wow. FJ is apparently having no trouble with the modern custom of trash-talking.

Olafr’s eyes slit in a way that lets me know the sequel to their clinic fight is about to break out if I don’t step in.

“Don’t worry about, O,” I say, getting between him and FJ. “I have a few tricks I can teach you before we leave for your time.”

I expect Olafr and FJ to smile and protest respectively, but instead they both stare at me with twin looks of shock on their face.

“What?” I asked, wondering if “tricks” means something different in their time.

“You plan now to return with us?” FJ asks me out loud, as if he doesn’t trust the mind link after what he just heard.

Oh…I guess we hadn’t exactly talked about that yet. Not since that day on the bench when I informed FJ there was pretty much no way in hell I was going back to his cold-ass time.

I peep up at them shyly. “Yeah,” I say. “I was thinking after this whole heat business is done, I could make some arrangements.”

I still don’t love the idea of a life without videogames. Or of freezing my ass off in Viking Age Norway. But the alternative is staying here and serving as an incubator for the Detroit kingdom.

One path has me still able to do my job but in a soulless marriage, and the other leads to two Viking Wolves.

Both of whom are now looking at me with such adoration in their eyes, it feels like my heart might give out under the beautiful ache of their combined stare.

“You do honor us, Varra,” FJ tells me out loud, his voice rough with feeling.

“You do honor us,” Olafr repeats inside my head.

No more video games then. Olafr picks me up in his arms, leading the way back to FJ’s third-floor room. Where they spend the rest of the day showing me just how happy they are about my decision.



I wake that night in a room bathed in moonlight—overheated and starving.

Overheated but—I say a silent prayer of thanks—not because of my heat. I’m wedged between two large male bodies beneath a heavy down duvet. My forehead rests against Olafr’s wide back and my bottom…

I shift uncomfortably against FJ’s long, pulsing length.

“You are not yet ready for two.”

His ominous words come back to me in a tangle of confused emotions. Was he saying what I think he was saying? Because if he was, he was right. I am not ready. As much as I’ve been enjoying our sexy back-to-backs, I’m pretty sure I am nowhere near ready to take both of them on at the same time. Going at it with one brother while the other watches—multiple times—has already been a lifetime’s worth of mind completely blown. I can barely imagine...

I quietly clear my throat and scoot away from FJ as discreetly as I can.

Big mistake. That small movement puts my pussy in direct contact with Olafr’s ass. And cue the heat scent eruption. Hot lust fills up the place where the hunger used to be, empty stomach be damned.

“Did I not say you would come to regret your lack of food when you did refuse to take the night meal after you were done with Olafr?” FJ’s voice creeps into my head, smug as a nagging auntie.

“Yeah, you did. But cut me some slack. I’m not going to prioritize eating when his dick was still inside of me.”

I feel FJ sigh, his chest heaving up and down against my back. “Varra, you must give more care to yourself now than you have afore. This includes nourishing your body when the time is right.”