Her Viking Master (Bound For Training #1) Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Bound For Training Series by Emily Tilton
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
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“You’re right,” I heard Sven reply, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine despite my predicament. “You are at a disadvantage. And perhaps that’s as it should be, for now.”

My eyes found his face across the chamber. He sat with perfect composure, his broad shoulders relaxed beneath the red ceremonial robe, his expression giving away nothing. But when our gazes met, I felt something pass between us—a current of energy, of meaning, that transcended the physical distance separating us.

Cassandra’s fingers joined her tongue then, one slipping inside me while her mouth continued its devastating assault on my clit. I whimpered, unable to suppress the sound as pleasure coursed through my bound body. The dual sensation of penetration and external stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me toward an edge I didn’t want to cross—not here, not now, with so much at stake.

“I assure you,” Marmareus said, his voice carrying easily across the chamber even with his casual tone, “at this point, I’m quite certain you don’t work for Groupe Synergistique. Our intelligence on them is extensive, and neither of you fits any profile we have.”

Groupe Synergistique. The name sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with Cassandra’s distracting ministrations. Beaumont’s organization—the ones who had made the deal with the Russian warlord Georgy. The men who had pretended to be allies with the Sons of Odin, and then it seemed had betrayed them.

“Though I admit,” Marmareus continued, his dark eyes flickering briefly to Camille and me, “the transfer of your girls to Beaumont’s chateau suggests some connection. Beaumont is GS, through and through.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at his words as I remembered Sven and Erik in the van, then in the stable where they had filmed us, to make our arrival at Beaumont’s chateau look like simple sex trafficking. The Pretorian Guard had obviously followed that thread without discovering the Sons of Odin—so our masters did have at least that small advantage.

That thought, hard to follow in my body’s helpless response to Cassandra’s mouth and fingers between my thighs and bottom cheeks, confirmed my instincts. I needed to keep the specifics I had heard about the virus, in the meeting between Beaumont and Georgy, secret from the Guard—but to deliver it to Sven as soon as I could, so that my Herra could use the intelligence properly.

Cassandra’s fingers thrust deeper inside me, making me gasp and arch against the restraints. Her touch felt more expert, more knowing with each passing moment—finding sensitive spots within my vagina that made coherent thought increasingly difficult. I bit my lip, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control as pleasure built relentlessly in my core.

That fleeting connection I’d felt with Sven—that precious moment of clarity when my völva sense had opened between us—had slipped away like water through cupped hands. I felt bereft, adrift in a sea of conflicting sensations and obligations. The virus weighed heavily on my mind, a burden I couldn’t share, not here, not now, but one that might mean the difference between life and death for countless people.

“The Guard has been monitoring GS activities for some time,” Marmareus continued, his voice maddeningly calm even with the obscene tableau playing out before him. “Beaumont’s operation is particularly concerning—his connections to certain Eastern European interests have raised red flags.”

My breath caught in my throat. He knew. Or at least, he suspected something about the meeting I’d witnessed. How much did the Pretorian Guard already know about Georgy and his plans? About the virus that could devastate an entire city?

Cassandra’s tongue circled my clit with renewed vigor, drawing an involuntary moan from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the building pressure at my core, the shameful pleasure that threatened to overwhelm my senses. The leather restraints creaked as I strained against them, my body responding to stimulation it didn’t want to need.

“Their activities suggest they’re planning something significant,” Erik observed, his voice carrying the perfect blend of casual interest and professional concern. “Something that could disrupt the… established order.”

I opened my eyes just in time to see Marmareus nod, his expression grave. “Indeed. Which is why your appearance—after your apparently having delivered these girls to Beaumont as mere fuck toys, and thus completed a profitable transaction—is so intriguing to us.”

My heart skipped a beat as Sven fixed his gaze on me again. Our eyes locked across the chamber, and in that moment, I felt something powerful pass between us—not the völva sense, not the connection to Yggdrasil, but something more primal, more human. He was trying to give me confidence, trying to beam his own certainty into my soul.

In his eyes, I saw something that made my breath catch: absolute faith in me. My master’s complete conviction that I had the power to save the world, if I could only trust myself to take it and use it. The weight of that belief was both terrifying and exhilarating.


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