Willow
“I will do it.” I repeated.
“Go to the furs,” Brokk said, without taking his eyes off Leif. “Strip and kneel on the blanket. All fours.”
“Arse in the air,” Leif added.
Both warriors eased their stance a little but didn’t take their eyes away from the other, their warrior training too ingrained for them to ignore a present threat. I gulped but hurried to do Brokk’s bidding. It seemed my obedience was the only thing keeping them from tearing each other apart.
My heart thumped. What had made them fight? What would happen to me if they became enemies? Did Brokk realize his answer when I asked what he wanted of me matched Leif’s? Everything, they’d said. These men wanted everything I had to give. They would accept nothing less. They would require nothing more.
I laid aside the beau
