Sorrel
The next morning, I lay in bed as long as the warriors let me. Thorsteinn finally approached with a cloth and bucket of water and wiped me down. I squealed at the chilly touch of cloth.
“Should’ve woken when the water was warm,” he chided me. “We would see to you at night, but you fell straight asleep.”
I flushed at the memory of so much pleasure.
Vik chuckled knowingly. “Perhaps last night’s events will make you more amiable.”
“Not likely,” I muttered, but lay back and let Thorsteinn caress between my legs with the cloth.
Vik stood and excused himself. “I must ready for today’s training,” he said and wagged a finger at me before disappearing down the rope ladder. “Be good.”
“Good girls get rewards,” Thorsteinn promised, before tugging me up. To my dismay, he grasped my colla
