Dafydd scowled.
“What about your husband? The one you were so adamant that you wanted. The one you brought here.”
“We Norse have a different idea of marriage than you do. Now that we are together again, he is free to keep concubines, and I can have whichever men I want as long as it’s not their bastards I bear.” Gressa wanted to retch as she told her lies. She could not look at Freya or Tyra while she spun their story. “Not only will you have me, but you will have all three of us. I know that’s what you want. I saw the way you looked at them on the dock.”
Gressa looked over at Enfys who continued to spew vile words at them while forced to watch the three women seduce her womanizing husband since they bound her to her chair, too.
Gressa slid from Dafydd’s lap and began to unbutton her vest. Tyra and Freya joined her and began to undress as well. Gressa had not been untruthful. The Norse did not view nudity as something fearful or shameful, so while none of their husbands would be pleased to learn that they had bared their breasts for another man, the confines of Norse marriage did not forbid it. The three women took up places near Dafydd’s chair. Close enough to tease but not close enough for him to touch. All three of them had boundaries they refused to cross even if their culture did not frown upon nudity.
“I know what you want, Dafydd. I’ve heard the way you talk to your women when Enfys is pregnant, the way you tell them what to do. We can do all of those things for you. Is that what you’re imagining?” Gressa once more used a sultry tone that surprised even her. She would tuck the memory away until she could use it with Strian for a very different purpose.
“Perhaps,” Dafydd’s gaze spoke of his cynicism and suspicion even if the hardened rod in his pants declared his arousal.
“Why would you help Grímr when we have arrived with enough warriors to defeat your enemies without you having to spend coin or jewels? Why help him when you know we would never lay with a man who supports our enemy? Renounce Grímr, and we’ll defeat your enemies, so you can strengthen your claim to Wales.”
Dafydd was quick enough to grasp Gressa’s waistband and pull her forward, tipping her onto his lap, his mouth aiming for her breast. She pushed his chin up at a painful angle.
“We shall play soon enough. You will have your feast but not until we have what we want, too.”
“Don’t tell the bitch anything, Dafydd.” Enfys’s voice held a warning that Dafydd ignored.
“Would you like to make your wife watch us? Watch you with all three of us?” Gressa purred.
“Yes,” Dafydd ground out as his hands yanked on Gressa waistband again, but this time she did not budge.
“Then you must play our little game. You answer my questions, then you will receive your reward.”
Tyra and Freya embraced each other; their breasts pressed together made Dafydd’s eyes widen. Gressa returned her hands to each side of his cock and squeezed his thighs.
“I’m waiting.” She pushed back off his lap and stepped away.
“You would ally with us if I no longer support Grímr? Why should I believe you?”
“If we didn’t want the agreement, why would be here with you now?” Gressa countered.
“I already have what Grímr promised me. It is more than enough to buy the allies I want. Once you leave, what happens? My allies renege on their agreements with no threat of force to uphold them. If I pay them, they have reason to remain.”
“And when the money runs out? You will look weak if the only way you can control them is with a purse. A show of force will make them understand why you are the prince who will lead this country.”
“I’m not worried about that. Grímr brought more than enough to last until I have secured my power.”
“There isn’t a chamber in this keep large enough to store what you would need to accomplish this. You must have some other way.”
Gressa looked over at Enfys as she continued speaking to Dafydd.
“Which of the children have you promised in marriage? How old are the men now that you wed your daughters to? Will you wait until they are thirteen or send them as soon as their courses begin?”
Enfys screamed when she registered the look of surprise on Dafydd’s face. It was the look of being caught.
“You sold our children?” Enfys was so irate she tried to stand from her chair, forgetting they bound her to it.
“I began the complicated work of forming allies.”
“You whored your daughters,” his wife wailed.
“And what do you think your father did with you? Our marriage formed an alliance. You were just fortunate that you possessed beauty and like to fuck.” Dafydd snarled at his wife.
Tyra, Freya, and Gressa backed away as the argument overshadowed their playacting.
