Giving Into the Viking

By Eloise Snow

Falling in love is never easy, but I wish I could change the way I feel about Ivar. Enormous, muscular, and cocky as hell has never been my type, but all the wishing in the world can't change the fact I'm head over heels for him. It almost sounds cliche - stupid woman falls in love with arrogant bastard and now she's letting him dominate her emotionally, physically and sexually.

So why can't I stop?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Salacious Stories
• Release date: Mar 27, 2023

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Giving Into The Viking

Eloise Snow

Chapter 1

Caitlyn McCarron wandered along the shore at the base of the cliffs where she walked every morning to remember her husband whose life was snuffed out much too early. She pulled her cloak tightly about her shoulders.  Northern Scotland always had a chill in the air, even in summer, but today seemed particularly chilly as she remembered her late husband, Ewan. Caitlyn, at only twenty-six years old was a widower after only six months of marriage to a Scottish herdsman who was the love of her life, but he lost his life in a stampede two years ago on this very shore when he was pushed over the cliffs above. So tragic.

For the last two years, Caitlyn has visited the shoreline to pay homage to her late husband, nearly every morning. When Caitlyn moved to Scotland from Ireland as a teenager, she soon met Ewan and the two had a whirlwind romance and were married. Now, as she wanders the shoreline every morning, she thinks of him and what could have been. She remains in Ewan’s village and as an herbalist, she is able to help people in the village with their pains and ailments. Lately the loneliness and isolation she suffers have become an even bigger burden to bear than usual for some reason, but still she has her routine and her work. But she feels something is missing from her life, but more than just a husband. At twenty-six and childless, she knew time was running out for her to become a mother. Why did he have to die so soon, so young? she thought to herself.

This particular morning Caitlyn walked around some large rocks jutting out of the side of the cliffs and normally the shoreline ahead was smooth sand, but today she glimpsed something that caught her attention and made her heart drop to her stomach. She gathered her skirt and began running toward the object, soon realizing it was a ship torn to bits in last night’s storm and washed ashore. Hello!! Hello!! Is anyone there? Is anyone alive here? she called as loudly as she could, but the wind carried her voice in the other direction.

When Caitlyn got closer to the ship and saw the wreckage, she couldn’t imagine that anyone had survived. This isn’t a ship. It’s just a pile of wood. Then she heard it. A man’s voice, so faint, but definitely a man’s voice. Her long, brown hair whipped around her face as she walked around the splinters trying to find where the voice was coming from. The wind carried the man’s voice in every direction. Dammit! Where are you? Can you hear me? Make a sound if you can hear me! she called out to the voice. Nothing. She was certain she’d heard a man. Just when she was about to give up, she saw what looked like a man’s arm, pale and scarred. Yes, it’s a man. He’s alive! Wake up, she yelled, as she slapped him on his face to try to get a response, Can you hear me? What is your name?

I hear you! Stop slapping me and quit that infernal yelling! the man groaned. These were the first words he ever spoke to Caitlyn, although he would never remember having said them. Caitlyn couldn’t believe this man’s immense size. If he can’t walk, how can I ever get him back to my house to nurse him back to health? she thought, her mind racing as her caregiver instinct kicked in. Can you sit up? Can you walk? What is your name? Do you know your name? she cried into the wind, trying to get the man to stay awake and respond.

Ivar. My name is Ivar. Are you an angel? he asked, his eyes feverish, before passing out, leaving Caitlyn wondering how she would get him to her house or anywhere that she could take care of him. My cart. She had to get her cart. But how would she get him onto it? She would worry about that when she returned to the beach with it. Her home was just a short distance away, but she worried that this huge man who, so far, was proving less than helpful, would not survive long enough for her to get him to a place where she could take care of him.

Caitlyn ran as fast as her legs would carry her back to her home to get her cart. On the way, she stopped to get her best friend, Maggie. Maggie, I need your help!  A man has washed up on the shore with what little remains of his ship and he needs help. He’s unconscious. Help me! she explained. Where is he? Who is he? I’m coming! Maggie replied, as Caitlyn knew she would. Maggie was a tiny little thing, but strong. They had been best friends since the day they met. Maggie’s father, Ian McCarron, was Ewan’s brother and while he and Caitlyn didn’t have any bad blood between them, yet, she never got to know him like she knew his youngest daughter, Maggie. Maggie was her rock when Ewan died and she knew Maggie was the one to trust to help her with the man, the enemy, on the beach. He was a Viking, for sure. The long blond hair, the beard, what little remained of his clothing, all spelled out Viking.

The Vikings had been pillaging the coastal villages for years, but hers was not so close, so the people of her village had only experienced the Vikings wrath once, several years ago. But it wasn’t this man who came to her village. She was sure she would have remembered him.

His name is Ivar, but he passed out after telling me. He must have gotten caught in the storm, Caitlyn explained in a bit of a panic. The two ran to her house, got the horse and cart, and headed to the beach. She still hadn’t solved the problem of how to get this enormous man on the cart. They were strong though, and she was sure they would figure it out. Maybe he would be awake by now. He must be terrified. Does he even know where he is? Caitlyn wondered to herself. She felt a strange connection to this man, although she was positive she had never met him before.

They were breathing heavily and sweating, even in the wind on the Scottish shore, when they