Claimed by Her Viking Wolf Read Online Free Page A

reared back in surprise at the sudden brightness
surrounding them, but didn’t resist when she urged him downward onto a bench.
At least this looked familiar. They clearly were in some form of cooking area,
but where was the fire? A curious white square with several metal attachments
seemed to be the source of the warmth in the room. Sure enough, Kim stepped up
to it, and held her hand over it as though to warm them up. Snatching a piece
of cloth off the side she proceeded to dry her hair, then hit another white
obtrusion on the wall.
    “ There,
I’ve put the heating on. We’ll soon be toasty. Wait here, while I throw some
fresh clothes on. Then we need to sort out that wound.” She stepped up to him
while speaking, and tugged the rain sodden blanket off him. It fell to the
stone floor with a squelch. Asger frowned when she
used the piece of material in her hand to dry his face and hair as best she
could. The action brought her close enough to touch, to lean in and inhale
deeply. It instantly calmed his agitated wolf, but seemed to have the opposite
effect on her. Her heartbeat went through the roof, when he reached up and
snared her hand in his.
    They stared at each other for what seemed like
ages, and it was only when she started shivering that he let her go. Kim ran
away from him as though the hounds of hell were after her.
    Asger smiled to himself,
as he listened to her movements around the house. She seemed to be opening and
shutting doors, while muttering to herself. When she reappeared several minutes
later, she’d changed into some other form of trousers. These clung to her
curves even more, even though she tried to hide them under an oversized woolen
tunic of some sort that fell to mid-thigh. Thick socks hid her feet from view,
and she’d tied her still damp hair back and off her face. Covered as she was
from head to toe, his body nonetheless reacted to her presence. Asger didn’t even bother to hide the way he was tenting his
leggings. She glanced at it briefly, before she sank to her knees and probed at
his injury. A hiss escaped him, and shutting his eyes he shook his head when
she hesitated, giving her silent permission to do what she needed to.
    Hesitant fingers feathering across his bearded jaw
made him open his eyes again. Asger swallowed hard
when she held up a needle and thread. She looked utterly terrified. While he
couldn’t understand what she was saying to him, he nodded anyway.
    “ This
hurt will it.” The muttered, jumbled words in her attempt at using his mother
tongue made him grin, before the first tug of the needle into his flesh cooled
not only his ardor but also his merriment.
    Where was a fucking horn of ale when you needed it?
     

Chapter Three
     
    Kim swallowed the rising bile in her throat and
concentrated on the task at hand. If she thought of this as darning a sock she
would be fine. Of course no sock was made of living flesh, which contracted
under her fingers, and belonged to a six foot something hunk of a male, who did
his best to hold still for her. If it wasn’t for his sharp intake of breath
every time she tugged the needle through his skin, she would have thought he
didn’t feel the pain.
    Her stomach churned by the time she’d tied off the
last stitch. When she looked up at him, she found him watching her through
hooded eyes.
    “ There,
it’s not pretty, but it should hold,” she said. Her Viking looked down and
nodded. Kim spread a generous amount of antibiotic cream over her crude
stitching, before she bandaged him back up. Her fingers lingered on the tattoo
down his side. Asger grasped her hands and smiled,
when she looked up at him.
    “ What
does it mean?” she asked.
    He cocked his head to the side in that distinctly
canine way he had.
    “ Mark Liufr .”
    His deep voice trembled trough her. When he raised
his hand to show her the ring on his finger, she could see the same design
repeated on there.
    Sign of Liufr he said.
Earlier on he’d mentioned that he