In the arms of a muscular, dripping wet gay Viking, it's hard to say no...
Excerpt:
This was madness and fury, making them both abandon their inhibitions.
Jonathan clawed at Ivar’s shirt to get it off of him and then undid the kilt he had made for him, almost ripping it in the process. God, he was beautiful. Scarred, but beautiful. “What happened to you?” he asked as he stroked the scars on his chest.
