Forsaken ✔

10

Halfdan growled clearly frustrated. His eyes urged her to ignore it so they could keep kissing. But no matter how much she wanted to get him naked and spread her legs, she was a Queen. And that position came with responsibilities. Pushing him off, she climbed off the bed. Slightly wavering as her legs felt like jelly, and she felt like collapsing.

The man behind her huffed with laughter, and she threw him a glare. She opened the door and faked a sweet smile. Ronja stood before her, and now that she knew she was pregnant, Irvina could see the small producing belly. Ronja gasped as her calculative eyes immediately latched onto the man in her bed. Irvina leaned onto the frame, nervously crossing her legs.

"I hoped the rumors were a lie." Irvina couldn't help but roll her eyes. The woman before her could hardly judge her since she was sleeping with a murderer. The dark-haired woman raised a brow. "But then again, you could care less." Irvina gave her almost a bashful smile before urging her to step back.

Once she was in the hallway, she closed the door behind her. "Sigrún said he is my Fate, whatever that means." Ronja looked at her appealed before scoffing.

"Means you're going to be humping or something." Irvina gave her a look that clearly said to keep quiet. Halfdan was an attractive man, so what if she wanted to, as Ronja said to hump him.

For such a small woman, Ronja's aura was anything but small. Irvina learned first hand how Ronja silenced the whole room when she walked inside. She sighed, her hand resting on her shoulder. "It's okay, Ronja."

Ronja simply nodded before trying to change the topic, "You weren't at the gathering. Two of Bjorn's allies arrived, the rest haven't even sent a messenger. It won't be enough." Irvina smirked. Sigrún's vision was right, I see dead horses on the field, you among fewer men then you wished for.

"We will move as planned, Bjorn made a plan to attack, and we will follow his strategy." Ronja gave her a desperate look, her hand resting gon her stomach as if to comfort herself.

She pushed Irvina's hand off her shoulder, "You have to know it's a stupid plan." Irvina smiled a reassuring one.

"Ronja, trust me. We will go by Bjorn's plan, and if it fails, then we will go by mine." Why did it sound as if Bjorn's plan failed already? The secretive look on her face made Ronja grimace. What did Irvina knew and kept from everyone else? She gently patted Ronja's stomach, "You should go and lay down, especially if you want to fight."

Ronja gave one last look at the door behind her before turning away. When she walked back inside, she hoped to find the man still in bed, desperate for her lips. Instead, he was nowhere in her sight.

"Why do I have a feeling as if you already know what will happen." A grin fell on her lips at his words. She didn't turn, not wanting to show him just how much she savored his voice. How much she appeared to glow just by hearing his voice. She could feel him stepping closer. It felt as if she knew whenever, he was close, she relished in the attention he gave her. Feeling his breath on her neck made her shiver.

"You already have a plan, don't you." The smirk that appeared on her face was cunning. She turned in his arms, trying to stay as close to his body heat as possible. She could feel the tension building around them as her gaze zeroed on his lips.

Her hand reached out, fingers caressing the side of his face. "Sigrún saw us fall until we accept former enemies into our lines." Halfdan frowned. Did she mean him, was he supposed to fight with them. Without letting him ponder it for long, her lips claimed his. He growled, pulling her into his arms and throwing her onto the bed.

Sucking on his bottom lip to push the thoughts out of his mind, she gladly spread her thighs. He determinedly climbed between them, leaning closer. There was no space between their bodies, and she shuddered. Her heart was beating so loud, but she could hardly understand how he could do something no one else could. He pushed her skirts apart, practically tearing them.

The only thing that she was left with was her nightdress. He was impatient and quickly tore off even that, like a wild animal. Scoffing her fingers tightened in his hair. She pulled him to her, teeth scraping over his lip.

"Your brother will meet his Fate, and I will be the one to deliver the sentence." Why did that sound so hot? She was half-naked underneath him, so probably anything she would say would sound hot. But as he looked closer, he could clearly see the fear behind that confidence. He was never so concerned about the other half, whenever they were about to go at it.

His hand cupped her cheek. Completely forgetting the words about his brother, he leaned closer, so their noses were touching. "What is it?" The words were a mere whisper as his lips glided over hers in a peck. She shook her head, looking so frustrated by whatever that was on her mind.

"You can tell me what's on your mind. I mean, I am your prisoner," The words were sweet said in a joking manner but Irvina felt suffocated. She wanted this, she did, why else would he be in her room.

Her eyes glided over his bulging muscles above her. She nodded to herself as an encouragement, "I have never been with a man before." His deep brown eyes bulged, and she wanted to cower under the blankets. Did he not want to continue now that he knew she wasn't experienced. He rolled his eyes she wasn't sure if at herself or at himself.

And then those sinful lips of his curled into a smile. He grinned at her before sliding down, his nose dragging over her skin until he reached between her legs. "That's good" —did he sound too possessive— "I mean, it's mine by Fate right." Then as if wanting her heart to stop, his teeth grabbed her undergarments and tugged.