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old boots by the fireplace. She slipped them on, hoping no one would notice the worn shoes peeking out from under the hem of such a pretty dress. Then she stepped out from behind the curtain.
                  The main hall was smokey and bright. Men and women were drinking and laughing while a group of men played drums and chanted. There was something about the music that created a strange urgency in the air.
                  An excitement.
                  Magnus sat at the center of a long table, crowded with warriors. No women sat there, and all the other men who were not from the raiding party were consigned to the outer edges of the room with the females.
                  "Here, thrall. You will sit beside me and feed me."
                  He pulled her onto the bench and leaned down close, whispering in her ear.
                  "And I will feed you ."
                  She glanced around in embarrassment. The men were watching her, but not in a disrespectful manner. In fact, many wore friendly grins.
                  She nodded to the one Magnus called Olric. The man seemed to be his second in command. Esme wondered if he would order her around as well.
                  Perhaps they all would.
                  "Now, I will cut the meat since I do not yet trust you with a knife. After that you will feed me the most tender pieces."
                  Esme glanced at him. Magnus was grinning broadly, as if he knew his command would irk her. The man was being an oaf plain and simple.
                  He cut the meat and gestured to the trencher. She looked around.
                  "What am I supposed to feed you with if not a knife?"
                  He pushed her hair away from her ear and nuzzled her, making her jump. Warmth spread through her body from the sensation of his warm breath against her neck.
                  "Your fingers of course."
                  Esme resisted the urge to curse. He was just using this as another opportunity to prove his mastery over her. As if he had to. He'd already won.
                  Mayhap he did not know it yet, but she did. She knew it in her bones. This was one battle she would not win.
                  Still, she would not go down without a fight. Her pride demanded it.
                  Esme selected a piece of meat and offered it to him.
                  "Needs more sauce thrall."
                  She scooped up the drippings and held it up. Magnus grabbed her hand and did something that shocked her to her core. He started licked and sucking the food from her fingers in a most obscene way!
                  Shivers went through her body as he stared at her working the tips of her fingers well after the food was gone.
                  She knew what he was thinking of.
                  He was thinking of her breasts and how he'd suckled them last night.
                  And now she was thinking of it too...
     
     
     
     
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                  Magnus was savoring the sight and taste of his thrall. As much as he enjoyed the flush staining her cheeks, tasting her fingers was not his true goal. She looked so pretty in her new red dress it made his heart sing. And yet, he wanted to get her out of it.
                  He'd never seen anyone fairer, on either side of the sea.
                  "If we were alone thrall, I'd be licking more than your fingers."
                  She yanked her hand back.
                  "Praise the old ones that we are not!"
                  He grabbed her and yanked her up against him. Esme let out a surprised squeak.
                  "Perhaps I will not want to wait until we are