Shared by Her Vikings: A Bisexual MMF Ménage

By Ellie Hunt

Surrounded by two big, rough viking warriors, Alva blushed.

Maiden Alva is serving her master, the cruel Lord Duncan, one night when Vikings attack the compound. She hides in the pantry, armed only with a kitchen knife, but it's no good - the two Viking warriors who find her take her as their own.

After she's lived with them for a while, she wakes late one night to hear the two of them having rough sex - and the next day, they seduce her, wanting her to join in.

Will Alva give her maidenhead to two Vikings at once, or will be it too much?

Shared by Her Vikings is a super-steamy MMF menage with two rough, rugged vikings who take what they want - and what they want is to share her! Don't worry, the swords DEFINITELY cross in this one, because the men are as interested in each other as they are in her!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005112493

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Shared by Her Vikings

Shared by Her Vikings

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Shared by Her Vikings

A Bisexual MMF Menage

850 A.D.

Scandinavia

Astrid remembered the day she’d been taken. It had started like any other: she woke at dawn, went out into the cold morning to feed the animals, then helped her mother make breakfast for her six younger siblings. After that she had loaded up the cart to take their goods to the market, a couple of miles away in town. It had been the first time she was to go alone: usually she went with her older brother, Dafydd, but he was recently married and off on his own farm. Even though her mother had fussed over her, she hadn’t thought it was too different from any other day: drive the donkeys the few miles, haggle over prices, come home before dark.

Then, of course, the raiders had attacked. Vikings. Huge, blond men with painted faces and bright swords screaming bloody murder as they ransacked the entire village.

Astrid only remembered that part in pieces: the men, howling at the tops of their lungs, rampaging through the market. Blood flowing down the street. Hiding uselessly behind her cart, totally unable to do anything else.

A rough hand on her arm, hoisting her up, dragging her along behind him. She’d been certain she was going to die then, even if she didn’t know why she was being taken away from her market