Vikings naughty elf, p.1
Viking's Naughty Elf, page 1
VIKING’S NAUGHTY ELF
CLAIMED AT CHRISTMAS
BOOK TWO
KL DONN
CONTENTS
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1. Chloe
2. Rune
3. Chloe
4. Rune
5. Chloe
6. Rune
7. Chloe
8. Rune
9. Chloe
10. Rune
11. Chloe
12. Rune
13. Chloe
Epilogue
Epilogue
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SYNOPSIS
Get ready to warm up this winter in USA Today Bestselling author KL Donn's latest small town holiday romance in the wilds of Greenland with a sexy Viking guide.
She’s here on assignment;
Not meant to be mine.
But when I ask what she really wants…
“To have your baby.”
Her answer means I’ll never let her go.
I could tell she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
I don’t care.
Because now, she’s going to be my naughty elf, and I’ll convince her to stay.
Doing so won’t be hard after she realizes I’m just like my Viking ancestors and know what I want and will never waver.
Get ready for a smoking-hot holiday story where this Viking Santa gets his Christmas wish with his oh-so-naughty little helper elf.
DEDICATION
To my good friend Mayra Statham,
Thank you for always dropping in my inbox to talk or laugh or plot or share covers. All the good things we talk and laugh about. I appreciate you more than I can say, especially with all your help plotting and tossing idea’s around for Viking’s Naught Elf.
Love you to bits and pieces!
PS: Check out her books if you haven’t already
CHLOE
“Hooolyyy shit,” I mutter into the phone as my fingers freeze while staring at the man I’ve come to hopefully photograph and interview.
“What? What is it? What’s happened?” My sister EmaLeigh’s voice barely penetrates this fog choke-holding me. “Chloe!” Her shout brings me out of it.
“He’s not a freaking Viking, Em, he’s a Norse god.” And I’d like to kneel at his feet.
“Well, that’s something,” she responds humorously. My sister has her own mountain of a godlike man and refuses to even look at another. I love it for her. She deserves Sebastian’s devotion more than anyone I know.
“He’s something, alright.” My core tightens as the guy straightens to full height and turns, spotting me standing in his driveway, likely looking like a popsicle. “Uh, I gotta go, little sister; call you later.” Hanging up and pocketing my phone, I give a little wave as he scowls at me.
“Who are you?” His brusque voice is muffled by the wind whipping around the terrain, and I think his thick beard probably doesn’t help.
“Uhm, hi, I’m Chloe Ruin.” Stepping forward, the packed snow crunches under my boots, and momentarily, I wonder if I’ll sink right to the bottom of the mountain with one wrong step.
“Don’t care.” He turns his back on me and carries on with his wood chopping, and I get lost in the way his sculpted muscles move under his fitted, dark blue sweater.
“Aren’t you freezing?” I’m nearly numb, and I’m wearing an entire snowsuit plus three extra layers under it.
He shoots another glare my way and ignores the question. He’ll be a tough nut to crack, I see. “I don’t mean to disturb you.” A bark of laughter escapes him, carried by the wind over to me.
“Then you wouldn’t be here,” he snaps. For someone who has never left Greenland, his thickly-accented words are quite clear.
Stepping around the pile of wood he’s collecting, I slip on a piece of ice. My feet slide out from under me, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back with that damn pile of wood crushing me, re-evaluating if this assignment is worth the risk to my life.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you twit. What the hell do you think you’re doing out here?” His shout is filled with anger and concern.
I’ve never been much of a crier, but I feel myself about to. Not because he’s yelling at me but because he’s right.
I don’t belong here.
“Don’t move,” he growls, pulling one log after another off me until I’m free from the crushing weight. The glare on his face makes me hesitate when he offers a hand, helping me up. “Sure made a fucking mess. Thought you said you didn’t want to be a bother.”
“Sorry,” I murmur once I’m on my feet again. Wiping off the snow, I begin gathering the logs. I’m not a complete ninny. I can do work and certainly clean up after myself.
“What are you doing?” He sounds… confused?
“Cleaning up my mess,” I reply, stacking the pile the same way he had it. He grunts but doesn’t say anything else; he just goes back to chopping.
I’m not sure how long we work, but there’s a comfort in our companionable silence, and by the time I’ve got the last log on the pile, I’m sweating and no longer feeling cold. I understand why he’s only wearing a sweater now; that’s for darn sure.
“Chloe, stop moving.” His voice lowers with a healthy enough dose of warning, so I don’t just stop moving, I freeze altogether. I’m from Alaska; I know well enough that when someone issues a cautious statement, to damn well listen.
“What’s happening?” I whisper. I also know to ask questions so I can be prepared.
“Polar bear to my left.” I swallow roughly and force myself to remain in place. “You’re going to slowly move towards the porch, one gentle step at a time. Try to be as silent and stealthy as possible.”
I nod, then squeak out an okay so he knows I heard him as I stay low and begin to move. Each step feels like a mile. Each second feels like hours. And when I’m finally on the porch, I quietly and slowly open his front door, stepping inside, hiding behind the thick wood panel.
“I’m in,” I whisper, looking out to where the bear studies Rune.
Noticing a bar against the wall that would barricade the door, I ready myself to slam it shut and lock us in once he’s inside.
“Hold steady,” he encourages as he stands tall in all his Norse God glory. I swear he’s ten feet tall and just as big as that bear. “Tell me when I’m at the steps.” My eyes drop as he begins slowly working his way back to the porch.
“One more step.” I barely breathe the words out, but he somehow hears me. Adrenaline makes my ears ring, and I feel my heart pounding in every bone of my body as Rune moves up the steps and the bear charges, then stops, and charges again before reaching the woodpile and halting.
I hold my breath while Rune takes the final step and glides back towards me. The bear stands up, swiping his paws at the air and roaring, just as Rune enters the house. I slam the door shut, shove the bar down, and feel scorching heat at my back as the bear rushes the steps and slams into the door.
A hand clasps over my mouth before I can let out the scream building in my lungs. “Ssshhh, little one, he’ll only get angrier if you make noise.”
Nodding my head, I move to lick my lips and wind up licking the palm of Rune’s hand instead, forgetting that he’s keeping me quiet.
Thoroughly distracted now, my breathing picks up, and I lean back to try and get a look at my godlike Viking, only to find his perfect cocoa eyes are on me, too, as he pushes his front into my back. The man makes it impossible to miss his excitement.
Spinning around, the bar in my spine forces my back to arch, and his hand is now around my throat. Our breathing grows harsh, and that pull in my belly transforms into pure lust now.
I’m in so much trouble.
RUNE
Staring down at her icy, clear blue eyes, I’m lost and found all at once. This little sprite of a woman will be my undoing. I don’t know how I know this, but something inside me screams that she’s about to change my life.
Her breathing has picked up since her tongue touched my palm, and as I search her crystalline gaze, I see energetic lust battling with her common sense. We met an hour ago, and she’s wondering why she’s so attracted to me while forgetting the danger at her back.
The truth is, it’s the danger right in front of her that could be the problem. I’m the one who won’t let her leave. I’m the one about to trap her inside my cabin because she made the unlucky decision to show up on my land.
Leaning forward, I bury my nose in her neck and inhale deeply. Cinnamon and frost. Flicking my tongue out, I lap at her throat like an eager canine marking its territory. She tastes just as she smells but with a hint of cranberry. My three favourite things.
“Rune?” The
“Yes, little one?” I keep my voice soft by sheer iron will when all I want to do is ravage her and ignore any possible protest she might have. Elementally, this woman belongs to me.
“The bear…” She moans when I nip the beating pulse on her neck.
“Not a problem. He’s an asshole but harmless.” The animal has been living on my mountain since birth and encounters all types of people; not once has he ever harmed anyone. He just likes to chase them. Normally, I’d be the one scaring him off, but today, I allowed his aggression to be used to my advantage.
“How do you know? They kill people!” Her hands have made their way to my chest, and I dig into her further as the bear pounds on the door.
“Just do.” I pull back slightly to see her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are closed. Her body follows after me as I keep pulling away. Gripping the front of her zippered snowsuit, I bring her with me. “Let's get you out of this.”
Before she can argue, I begin removing her many, many layers of clothing, chuckling when I realise how many there are. “You are not from the cold weather climate, are you?”
Kneeling in front of her to remove her boots seems to have rendered her speechless. Her big blue eyes stare at me, darkening with her lust. I glide a hand up her calf and the inside of her thigh, working to remove the snowsuit until she answers me.
“Alaska, born and raised, actually.” That surprises me. “I was in Seattle for a few years, though; travelled the world, too. I semi-moved back to Polar Bear a few years ago when my sister had a baby.”
“You’re pretty young for all that adventure,” I point out with a frown. There’s too much danger in the world for an innocent woman like her.
She rolls her eyes at me, and I have the urge to swat her ass as I stand, emphasising my impressive size again. “I’m twenty-five, so not that young, and a photojournalist. It’s what I do.” I like this even less.
“Where?”
“Where have I been?” I nod. “All over, really. The wars in the Middle East, Sudan, and Ukraine most recently. Mexico, Jamaica, and Eastern Europe.” War-torn countries. Popular human trafficking areas.
“You are either brave or foolish. Perhaps both.” Her casual shrug annoys me because she shouldn’t be so cavalier about her safety.
“Someone needs to tell the stories happening to the innocent people. Nobody really wants to listen.” I can admire that without liking it.
“So, what are you doing here, then? There is no war, no possible trafficking or conflict. We are simple Greenlandic folk.”
Lifting two sweaters over her head leaves her in nothing but a sports bra that does not hide her peaked nipples. Her eyes are so focused on my face that, at first, she doesn’t realise when I lift my hand to circle one nipple with a gentle finger until I move to the next.
Her breath catches, but she forges on with her answer. “I’ve decided to change trajectories in my career, and I heard a rumour that the last Viking descendant of Erik the Red lives here and that at Christmas, he plays Santa to the children of his village.”
My gut churns with disappointment. A gorgeous woman like her, of course, that’s why she’s here. I don’t know why I thought otherwise. “This is true,” I confirm. It’s obvious she already knows it’s me she’s looking for. “What is it that you want with this descendant of Erik the Red?”
Her pupils are so dilated, I’d think she were high, but she’s filled with desire. Her body screams with need while her pheromones infiltrate my brain chemistry, and all I want is to toss her over my shoulder and have my sinfully wicked way with her.
Her tongue moves slowly across her lips before she blurts out what neither of us expects. “To have his babies.”
Her mouth forms the most perfect ‘O’ as a grin spreads across my face. Satisfaction replaces the hurt from moments ago, and I strip off my sweater and boots before unbuckling my belt.
Taking full advantage of her utter shock, I hike Chloe over my shoulder and carry her off to my bed. Fuck niceties. Fuck dating and discovery. She wants a Viking; she’s damn well going to get herself one.
CHLOE
I’ve lost my damn mind.
I can’t believe I said that out loud.
I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even realize it was a thought in my head until I heard the words spoken. And now, I think my Viking mountain man is going to make it happen.
“I didn’t mean it,” I whisper as he carries me up the stairs of his cabin to what is probably a loft bedroom. “I don’t even know where it came from.”
“You do,” he counters, tossing me onto a bed.
“No, I don’t.” Pressing his knee between my legs, he towers over me, and it’s clear I’m getting nowhere with the man. Although… With his chiselled chest, thick hair, and muscley body, do I want to object? Shaking the thought from my head, I begin to scold myself when he leans forward and grips the waistband of my leggings–the final barrier between us. “Wait!” I shout. He ignores me.
“You meant it. Because like my ancestors, and likely yours, as well, we understand what’s happening between us, and I know for damn certain, you’re what I want.”
His lips crash over mine, and I’m left mindless, feeling the fabric of my pants moving down my legs but helpless to stop the momentum.
How is this happening so fast?
Why am I so accepting of it?
The fact that I’m not running for the hills and risking my life by battling a polar bear to escape is proof that I’ve finally lost my mind.
The kiss is wet but smooth, erotic, and sweet. My heart pounds ruthlessly in my chest as he nips at me and rubs his hand across every inch of my body. This Viking giant is quickly overtaking my sanity.
“Chloe,” he groans as we break apart and gasp in deep lungfuls of air. “I want to devour you.” He sounds pained, but the depths of his eyes scream with passion.
“I need…a minute.” I giggle when he growls but ultimately gives me what I want. Sort of… He doesn’t get off me, but he stops trying to pressure me with those addicting kisses. “I don’t know why I said that.” I’m utterly confused about where my head is at when it comes to Rune.
He remains silent, hands on my hips with his thumbs rubbing soothing circles as I try to figure out what the hell I’m doing.
“This isn’t me,” I finally murmur, tears stinging my eyes and nose. “I’m not careless. I think things through. I analyze and anticipate my actions to death.”
“Maybe that’s why you know this is right. Making a decision won’t matter in the end because we’re happening.” God, he’s so arrogant. “I’m not going to hurt you, Chloe.” His tone becomes softer.
“How do you know the right thing to say?” I whisper, mesmerized by the streaks of tender emotions in his eyes as his lips tilt in a soft smile.
He shrugs. “Tell me more about why you’re here, what exactly you want.”
Taking a deep breath, I begin explaining the project I accepted with a prestigious historical magazine in Europe. In the past year, more and more suspected Viking treasures have been discovered in archeological digs, and they came across what is the alleged birthplace of Erik the Red in Norway.
“So, you want pictures, stories, what?”
I hate that I’ve annoyed him. It was so exciting for me to be contacted about the project. I never once thought about what it would do to Rune.
“If that’s something you’re willing to give me, then yes. If you’re not, it’s fine, too.” I can photograph the land, the town, and the documented places Erik had been and lived. The piece won’t deliver the same punch without Rune’s cooperation, but I’ll manage.
