About Love's Price, a BBA Menage story
by Kara Larson
35 pages / 10100 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-280-4
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Thora, Jonakr and Dag didn't live an idyllic life in Iceland, but they did live and love together in peace for the past five years. While Jonakr sailed off to raid, Dag would remain with Thora on the family lands to ensure that Jonakr had a family to return to. They always thought that Jonakr's being viking would drive them apart, if he died in the raiding season. They never expected him to be kidnapped by one of their neighbors and held for ransom. As Jonakr lies in captivity a mere day's ride away, Thora and Dag must band together to save the man they love, but at what price?
Sample
When Thora came to Shieldsstadir as wife, she knew that
she would rule the inside of their longhouse the way Jonakr ruled the
outside. Jonakr's mother, another captured bride, had wielded the same power
that Thora held now, ensuring that the farm had enough food to last through
the winter, that they had trade goods enough for barter if there was need,
and that everyone in the household, from thrall to lord's son, was warm and
clothed well.
With Jonakr gone, care of the stock and anything beyond the threshold of the
longhouse fell to Dag. There were some who questioned why Dag never followed
Jonakr on these raids, especially this last season, but Jonakr always
laughed in that bright way he had. "Dag does better here, to make sure none
of the neighbors rob us blind of our stock. And someone has to keep Thora
company." For all the power she wielded within the longhouse, the vikingr
still only recognized a male authority the moment they stepped outside the
door.
But with Dag's warm body against hers at night, his fingers caressing her
secret places with the same light touch as Jonakr, and his rough voice
whispering their shared Gaelic into her ear, Thora knew she trusted him.
Only one other man had touched her so reverently, and that man was Jonakr.
Tonight, Dag's green eyes looked up at her as he lightly kissed her swollen
breasts. His hand was warm on her belly as he turned her over, sliding into
her from behind so that he could press the full length of his chest and
stomach to her back. His mouth tickled at her ear, nipping and kissing and
pressing against her throat as he entered her. His hand touched that secret
place, bringing her to completion as she felt his own member spasming in
her. They were incomplete without Jonakr, without the third part of their
circle. Thora had never imagined being so adored by two men, or how much
heat filled her belly watching the two of them worship each other. Dark and
light, Dag's black hair to Jonakr's gold, she couldn't imagine a bed without
the two of them entangled in it, waiting for her. She felt sorry for those
wives who had no one at home to keep them company, to those women who only
had one man to warm their hearts.