The Summer Siege (Viking Omegaverse, #3)

by Lyx Robinson

“Come on, come on,” I urge him – I won’t lose him, I will not lose him – he jumps, limber as a black cat, and his feet slam down on my deck. He grasps my arm for balance, our shields knocking together as I gather him against me. “Fuck me,” he swears. “What in the name of Odin’s balls –” He goes on cursing and I laugh out of sheer relief, relishing his body heat against mine, the strength of his grip. He’s fine; he’s fine.

Hmmm. Sounds like yall two need to kiss

she’s still just a girl.

Um? Yuck

his expression bears so much self-hatred you’d think the man was Christian.

😭💀