she sat there staring, until she became aware of a large shadow next to her.
“Beautiful, is it not?” Dagr asked, as he too stared at the statue.
“Yes. Whoever carved her is extremely talented.”
“Yes, Loki is very adept at carving. You will have to tell him you like his work.”
“Loki did this? Wow, he’s…just wow.”
Dagr chuckled and then held out a hand toward her. “Come. You are in need of sustenance. We will go to the eating room.”
Jess looked up at Dagr, not wanting to touch him again, afraid of what she would feel. She rose to her feet, ignoring his outstretched hand, skirted around him, and began to walk back to the house.
She was grateful when Dagr fell into step beside her, keeping his hands behind his back, making it easier for her to relax.
“Where are the others from the ship? And who carried me to that room?”
“I carried you, Jessamine, and made sure you were comfortable. I could do nothing less since you are our bond mate.”
“What is a bond mate?”
“Yes, I keep forgetting some Earthlings have not heard of Norland or its people. A bond mate is the equivalent to a husband or wife on your planet,” Dagr answered.
“What?” Jess came to a screeching halt. “You and your brothers want to marry me? You have got to be shitting me? I can’t believe…”
“Jessamine,” Dagr began, only to be interrupted.
“And stop calling me Jessamine. Only my mother calls me that. My name is Jess!” She knew she was being unreasonable, but she had just had a shock. She’d had no idea a mate was the equivalent to a husband or wife.
“Calm down, Jess. I know you need time to process this information, but please try not to be so upset.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t just expect me to accept you,” Jess stated calmly now. “I don’t even know you or your brothers. I want to see the others you rescued. I need to know they are here.”
Jess watched warily as Dagr turned to her. He reached out, took her upper arms in his massive hands, and pulled her up against his large, brawny chest. His warm body and his hard abs brushing against her breasts, made Jess’s nipples tingle and become more turgid. She mentally cursed her body for its betrayal.
“We will put all of your needs before our own, little Jess. You will have your every wish, your every desire fulfilled if you will bond with us. We will protect you with our lives,” Dagr stated fiercely.
Jess sighed. He was so dominant and determined, but she wasn’t about to let the three Sigmund brothers take her body just because they wanted to. She had always imagined falling in love and being taken away to live with her man happily for the rest of her life. Maybe she had read too many of the ancient erotic digi-books she had found in her mother’s antique shop. She had dreamed of being rescued by her white knight or knights, which in a sense is what had just happened, but having to face her rescuers was another matter. She vowed to keep them at arm’s length with every breath she took, but then her perfidious body had other ideas.
Jess could feel her body softening, and her cunt began to weep as Dagr stroked his hand over her hair and down her back. She pulled herself away and glared at him, then turned and headed to the house once more.
Jess followed Dagr as he led her through a myriad of long hallways with strange runic signs along the walls. She wished she knew what the signs meant. Maybe then she would be able to find her way about the place without needing someone to lead or guide her.
Jess hesitated when they came to a large room filled to capacity with men. She began to feel self-conscious when she saw no Norland females, but sighed when she saw the other passengers and crew from the space transport sitting at a large table in the back of the room. Dagr placed a large hand on the small of her back, literally propelling her through the room. She could have moved aside and toward her own people, but she was curious