Best Viking Romance Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The first alpha blond, with blue eyes, kneels between my thighs, his broad shoulders pinning my legs open. His breath is hot against my bare pussy, and his lips part as his tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, tracing the outline of my clit. The sensation sends a jolt through me as my back lifts off the mattress. "Fuck," I whimper, my fingers tangling in the sheets, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, Raven," the first alpha growls, "you taste so damn good." His words send another wave of heat through me, and my hips rock upward, seeking more.

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My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

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Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

When he turns his hand just slightly, I catch the engraving. Dot. My vision swims. Something in my chest gives, sharp and unexpected. I thought this whole sham of a marriage would drag Victor back to the surface, that it would feel like reopening an old wound. He was the man I once thought was mine. Even if our marriage had been nothing but smoke and mirrors, even more hollow than the contract I signed in Damien’s car. But every time I look at Damien, all I can think about is how different this feels. This pull. This heat. This want that sits low and constant, too much and somehow never enough. It makes the childish, desperate love I once had for Victor feel small. Embarrassing.

“Moraine, are you—” I couldn’t stop myself, I pounced on the demon straddling his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed my burning body desperately against his. My tongue traced the strong column of his throat, tasting the dark, smoky power beneath his skin. He smelled like sin and smoke and something dangerously addictive. Brayden groaned, his hands instinctively gripping my ass to hold me up. “Fuck… little vampire…” The bedroom door opened. Kylian walked in and stopped, silver eyes widening slightly at the sight of me grinding desperately against Brayden, licking and sucking at his neck like a woman possessed.

“It must be interesting. We don’t have things like this back in the North.” I wondered just how interesting it could be. I knew very little about the mating process of werewolves. Mathilda had owned several books back in the day—romance novels about a werewolf princess and her harem of lovers. I tried to steal a peak at them now and again, but Mathilda would always snatch them out of my hands. “You’re too young to read things like this!” she would say, despite the fact that she was only three years older than I was.