“Good,” she said, releasing him. “Now,” she continued like there hadn’t been an interruption, “given that we aren’t sure what the situation is, we’ll have to scope out the castle before we go in. I’m not preparedto take Latham’s word at face value.” She took a long pause, as if assessing their attention.
“The king and queen could very much have turned to Ragnvald’s side, or like he said, they could be locked in the dungeons. Obviously we’re hoping for the latter because that means there’s still hope for help in this war.”
“What happens if Ragnvald has already recruited them?” Viggo asked.
“We’ll have to kill the king and queen, and hope the heirs are not infected.”
“How will we know who’s infected?”
“We won’t. We’ll see if they try to kill us or not. If they do, that’s bad. But if they don’t, that’s good.” Her condescending tone was grating on Noren’s nerves.
“Sounds like a great plan,” he muttered.
“Do you have a better one?” Gerrie asked.
Noren put his empty mug on the table and wiped his mouth. Before Gerrie could stop him, he stood.
“Not yet, but maybe if I clear my head, I’ll be able to come up with one,” he said with a sly grin.
Gerrie narrowed her eyes. “And just where do you think you’re going?”
“Hopefully to find some better company than you,” he spat, turning on his heel.
Noren made a beeline for the bar, where the barmaid was currently filling up four mugs. She was focused on her task, but when Noren’s looming shadow blocked some of her light, she glanced up.
Her eyes went from annoyed to interested in half a second and Noren sighed with relief. He wasn’t looking for anything but someone willing to take his hard cock.
“Hello,” the barmaid said in a low, sultry voice.
“Hi.” The stool scraped across the floor as Noren took the seat in front of her.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her eyes flickering over his form.
Noren braced his elbows on the counter and leaned towards her. “That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On how much longer you have to work tonight,” he said, flashing her a dazzling smile.
She returned his smile and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, giving him directions to her rooms.
“And just one more thing,” she said. “I can’t have all the patrons thinking I’d be so easy.”
Noren was confused until the contents of one of the mugs flew at his face, ale splashing all over him. He scowled as she winked, the pub roaring with laughter. Fucking females and their games. That’s what he liked about working with Easta—she was straightforward. No guessing, no nonsense.
He took her cloth and wiped his face, standing to try to wring his clothes out.
Gerrie had her head thrown back in laughter and Viggo was buckled over the table, slamming his fist down on the wooden surface. Noren smirked to himself.
The barmaid had fire. Tonight would be fun.
He’d been right. An hour later he stood outside her door, knocking gently. She threw it open and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, dragging him inside. Not like it was hard—he wasn’t putting up a fight.
Once the door was shut, he slammed his mouth into hers, tasting ale and mint as their tongues clashed together. She took control and began to strip his layers of clothing off. He followed suit, and soon enough his fingers dug into her soft flesh, her ample curves a delicious feast for him as he tossed her onto the bed and kissed down her body.
Her full breasts were peaked. He took his time with them, eliciting soft moans and eventually foul ones as he brought his mouth lower, his hands finding purchase in the flesh at her hips.
He expertly flicked his tongue and drove her wild with need as he worked her clit. Her slick centre coated his tongue and lips as he wrung pleasure out of her. She came with a loud cry, trembling beneath his lips. He was about to move back up her body when she wrapped her legs around him, keeping him there.
