I came to this hall to bear an heir and seal the alliance. His need for the bond is matched only by his refusal to show any softness in how he takes me.

Every task before the solstice feast pulls us into confined spaces. His commands lead to claims that escalate with each passing day, each one completing the ritual more deeply than the last. I meet his eyes when he orders me close, even as I yield completely to what follows.

The alliance could fail if I walk away. Yet the real danger is how much I anticipate the next time he presses close without finishing what we both want. I could refuse the ritual. I never do.

Scorching Viking breeding erotica featuring ritual claiming and a dominant chieftain. For readers who crave power exchange and the hunger that builds with each demand.