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The Clan of The Dragons: Book 2

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Book 2 of Married To The Jarl of Dragons.

Sigurd was quiet. Everything that happened today bothered him. Leora noticed t and a sadness came over her. Dusty glanced over at his sister and smiled.

"Brighten him up." Dusty told her. "Fight him."

That caught Sigurd's attention. He turned his gaze up to Dusty.

"I don't fight women." Sigurd told her.

"Not for a quick battle?" Leora asked him.

"I don't battle with women."

"Why?" Dusty asked him. "Because she's a woman?"

Leora stared at Sigurd, wondering the same thing. Brynjar looked from both Leora and Sigurd with curiousity.

"That's not how I feel." Sigurd said.

"For some reason I feel that's what you're thinking." Leora said, tilting her head to the side.

Sigurd kept quiet after she said that, which let her confirm her statement. Dusty got up and Brynjar followed him. Leora put her hair up and got up as well.

"You're underestimating me, Sigurd." She told him.

"Is that so?" He asked her. "Don't start something you cannot finish."

Leora smiled at him and the leaves around her began to rustle from a cool breeze. Sigurd sighed before he reached behind him and placed his hand around the handle of his heavy weapon.

"Uh oh, Sigurd." Brynjar said, leaning against the tree. "You finally met your match."

Sigurd got up from the log, his eyes still on Leora. She decided to make the first move. Bringing out her inner demon, Leora sent off the first invisible spirit over to him. She thought that Sigurd would have a hard time locating them, but he proved her wrong. He slammed his hammer down on the ground, killing the spirit on impact.

"Is that all you got?" Sigurd asked her, his glowing eyes slowly moving up to meet hers.

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Previously On Married To The Jarl of Dragons
  Brynjar finished drinking with the clan. Now, it was time for him to spend time with his wife and child. As soon as he walked in, his eyes traveled to the bed. Eira laid there, feeding their son. He closed the door and Eira glanced up at him with a smile on her face.                  “Are you okay?” She asked him.                “Yes.” He said as he walked over to them. “How are you feeling?”                  Brynjar removed his clothes and got behind Eira. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Their son cooed and Brynjar placed his head against Eira’s. He glanced down at his son, caressing his cheek with his index finger.                  “I can’t believe he’s here.” Eira said.                “I finally got my son.” Brynjar said. “Once you heal, let’s work on some more.”                               Eira chuckled, moving her hand backwards to where she was able to touch the back of his neck.                  “You’re going to have to wait.”                “Why? I can deal with a little blood.”                “Because I’m sore.”                “How sore?”                  Brynjar cuffed her stomach and Eira groaned in pain.                  “It hurt?” He asked her.                “Very.” She sighed.                    A knock on the door appeared and it opened, revealing Ana. Brynjar moved off Eira and covered himself up.                  “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have something for you to drink. It’ll numb the pain.”                “Oh my god, thank you.” Eira said as she sat up on the bed.                  Brynjar glanced over at his son and smiled. Just watching his little boy sleep so peacefully, filled his heart with joy. Eira finished the beverage and handed the cup back to Ana.                  “Get some rest.” Ana told her and she turned, walking out the door.                  Eira laid down and turned to Brynjar.                   “What do   you think?” Eira asked.                “About what?” Brynjar asked.                “The situation with Leora and Sigurd.”                “Ha, that situation.”                               Eira glanced up at her husband before a yawn escaped from her.                               “Go to sleep.” Brynjar told her. “Then we’ll talk.”                  Eira nodded and she wrapped her arms around her husband, then she went to sleep.   **                  “How could you accept that f*****g challenge?!” Alva shouted at Sigurd. “You’re supposed to be my husband!”                “Please, calm down.” Sigurd told her. “You’re going to wake Elijah up.”                “I don’t care!”                  Elijah began to whine in his sleep. Sigurd snapped his head in his wife’s direction. Elijah was a light sleeper.                  “I said, calm that s**t down.” Sigurd said, through gritted teeth.                               She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. She got undressed and hopped in the bed. Alva turned her back towards him, so he could not look at her face. Sigurd sighed as she prepared for bed as well. He turned off the light and walked over to the bed. He laid on his back, staring up at the center of the ceiling. The couple laid there in silence. Sigurd turned his head to his wife and sighed.                  “Alva, listen.” Sigurd began. “I don’t know what’s been going on with us, but I noticed that we stopped being happy a long time ago.”                “The only reason you are unhappy is because you want a child.”                “That’s not the only reason.”                “What is it, then? Is it because you’re sexually frustrated?”                               Sigurd rolled his eyes at her before he turned back to the ceiling.                  “I hate you…” She whispered to Sigurd.                  One thing he hated to hear from him wife. He did everything to make her happy and he had failed. Not once had Alva told him she loved him or anything. He always told her, but she never said it back. Now, he got something that was the complete opposite. He sat up on the bed and sighed.                  “I’ve always loved you, Alva.” Sigurd said. “And not once have you said it back. Now, you’re mad at me because you have gotten challenged? I didn’t ask her to challenge you.”                               Alva stared at the wall before her. Her and Alva was dating the longest, but she felt trapped when she got pregnant. Then, Sigurd marrying her for the sake of their son was what bothered her.                  “I don’t care about the challenge. I never wanted to get married and I felt you wanted to ruin my life.”                “Alva, nobody asked you to get pregnant.”                “And nobody wanted to be married either or have a f*****g baby.”                “Are you saying you hate our son?”                  Alva gotten quiet.                  “Wow, Alva. Our son was the best thing out of our relationship. Our son is the blessing from the gods.”                “Then take your son and deal with him yourself. I’m tired of being a f*****g mother.”                “Are you kidding me?”                “No, I’m not! Take your son and get the f**k out of my room!”                  Disgusted at his wife’s attitude, Sigurd got out of the bed and gotten dressed. He, then walked to his son and snatched him up, waking him up in the process. He held his son and walked towards the bedroom door.                  “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Sigurd said. “Our son needs his mother.”                “Then go find him one.” Alva said. “Because I’m done being her.”                  Sigurd shook his head and stormed out of the room. Alva slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. Sigurd walked towards the wall and sighed. He never cried for anyone, but that moment, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He cradled his son back to sleep, trying to get him to not worry about his stubborn mother.                  “Sigurd?” Leora called his name.                  Sigurd turned his head in her direction and shook his head. He wiped his eyes, trying not to cry in front of her. Leora rushed to his side and she grabbed Elijah from his arms. Elijah wrapped his arms around Leora’s neck, falling into a deep sleep. Leora turned to Sigurd and sighed.                  “What happened?” She asked him. “Why are you out here?”                  Sigurd shook his head and Leora grabbed his hand, leading him to her room. They both walked in and she closed the door behind him and she went to lay Elijah on the couch. Once she placed him down, she put a sleeping spell on the child to keep him calm and relaxed. Then she turned her attention to Sigurd, who had taken a seat on the couch on the other side of her and Elijah. She moved closer to him and  saw the hurt in his red eyes                  “Sigurd, please, talk to me.” She said.                “I don’t want to talk about it.” He told her. “Thanks for letting us come in.”                               Leora lifted his head up to her and she gave him a small smile.                  “Why would I let my future husband and my future son sleep out in the hallway when they can sleep here with me?”                               Sigurd stared at Leora for a second. He, then wrapped his arms around her.                  “Will you love him as he was yours?” He asked her.                “I love him, already.” Leora told him.                  Sigurd got off the couch, his arms still around Leora’s waist. He forced her towards the bed and once he removed his arms, Leora hopped on the bed.                  “Are you sure you’re ready for the challenge?” Sigurd asked her.                               Leora pulled Sigurd on to her and they shared a kiss.                      “I’m training with my brothers, tomorrow.” Leora said. “I will win and I will take you as my husband.”                  Sigurd kissed her again, deepening the kiss.                  “Leora, I want you so bad.” He told her. “Please, can we… Do something tonight?”                               Leora laid down and she watched as Sigurd undressed himself. She placed her hand on his torso, moving it down to his length.                  “I want to wait.” Leora told him. “I will only give myself to you once you’re mines.”                               Sigurd sighed, but he nodded his head. Leora smiled at Sigurd before she pushed him down on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, her hand grasping his c**k.                  “We can do something else, though.” She said to him.                  Sigurd watched with lust as Leora went down on him and pleasured him for the remainder of the night.   **                  Three days later:                  Leora was ready. As she prepared for the Holmgang, she fixed her hair up into a messy bun. She had been training with Dusty and them for the last few days, toughening up and preparing for that day. And now it was finally there. Sigurd walked in and stood by the door. Leora turned to him and smiled.                  “Are you ready?” He asked her.                               “Yes.” Leora said.                  Leora grabbed the sword off the dresser and placed it on her back. Dusty, Torsten, Egil and Halvard walked into their sister’s room and Dusty sighed.                  “You better remember what I taught you.” Dusty told her.                “I already have it up here.” Leora told him. “Don’t go soft on me, now.”                “Never.” Torsten said.                  Leora walked towards Sigurd and Sigurd gave her a small smile.                  “You look well prepared.” Brynjar said as he stopped by her room. “You ready to claim my brother as your husband?”                               Leora smiled and nodded her head.                  “I’m ready to claim my son as well.” Leora told Brynjar.                “Good, he needs a better mother, anyways.” Egil said.                  Leora smiled before she walked out of the room. As soon as she got out, Alva was walking out of hers. Hilda and Alva glared at Leora as the young Wiccan walked towards the pits. Eira waited for her sister by the exit door and as soon as she gotten there, Eira couldn’t help it. She hugged her sister, feeling sad.                  “Good luck.” Eira told her.                “Don’t worry about me.” Leora told her. “You better root for me.”                “I will.” Eira told her.                  Leora nodded before she followed the others to the location. Everybody was there, from the clan to the people of Mostr. Ralph and Elli stood with the clan, watching the battle as well.  Leora made it inside of the pits and she stared at Alva, who walked in as well. Brynjar rushed to the ladies and turned to Leora.                  “You know the rules.” Brynjar said. “And you know the consequences. Do you both follow them? Death or surrender is the way to go, you understand?"                “Yes.” Alva said.                  Leora removed the sword from her back and flung it around, her eyes still glaring at Alva.                  “Begin.” Brynjar said and backed away from the ladies.                  Alva removed her dual blades and flung it around. Leora held her one blade high and strong, staring at the Dragon.                  “Now, I can show you what happens when you try to f**k with what’s mine.” Alva said.                  Her eyes turned a blazing red color and smoke rose from within her nose. Leora nodded her head at Alva, clutching the handle to her blade, hard.                  “Then, let’s go.” Leora said.                  With a quickness, the two girls charged at each other, beginning the battle between the Wiccan and Dragon…..                                                                             To Be Continued….

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