Page 15 of Savage King

Nowthere’sa plan.Knock her up, put a property kutte on her back, and keep her as his old lady until the day he kicked the gates of Valhalla.

Whoa there, slow down.One step at a time. First, he had to get her alone, then he could lay out the way it was going to be between them. She seemed the reasonable type, and he knew that as a Jaeger, she was all about plans and goals.

His plan, get his woman. His goal, make her his old lady.

Fuck. He knew a switch had flipped in his brain because not even ten days ago he’d been adamant about never being tied down to one woman. Now, though, after meeting the one he wanted more than his next breath, he was all about tying her down and marking her as his.

Oh, how times had changed.

Trouble was going to bust his balls about it, but he didn’t give a fuck. Let him. At least he’d have Skathi at his side, in his bed, and on the back of his bike. Where she belonged.

Preston spoke up, his gaze still pinned to Skathi. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m guessing she’s a badass. From what I saw her to do on the training course, I’d guess a Jaeger is a sharpshooter or sniper?”

“We can be,” she answered, finally joining the conversation focused on her. “It is one of the things we are trained to do. Sniping is one thing, but we tend to be…overachievers, yes?” Her expression was unreadable, but the blush slowly rising from her neck to her cheekbones told him all he needed to know. She was uncomfortable with the attention. The woman, one of only 150 in the world, was embarrassed.

“Snipers, infiltrators, demolitions, medics, hell raisers, and heaven bringers, the Jaegerkorpset are the best of the best, and only a small handful ever make the cut.”

And his woman had done it. Pride inflated his chest, thrumming through his blood. Godsdamn, she was divine.

His hungry gaze dropped from her face to where her blush disappeared behind the tactical vest. Where did the blush end? Did it stop at the tips of her lush breasts, or did it continue down over her belly to the pink perfection of her pussy.

His cock wanted to know, too, which is why it chose to respond by thickening.

Shit. Now was not the time to get an erection. Not in the middle of what was supposed to be a business meeting.

Discovering Skathi again had turned things ass up, but now, more than when he walked up the place, he wanted Lock ‘n’ Load on the Raiders’ roster. Especially if his woman came with it.

She couldn’t believe it. Apparently, odds in Vegas were as fickle as a lopsided slot machine.

It had been a week since the party at the Savage Raiders’ clubhouse, and every day since, she’d spent more time than she should have dispelling the tension and trying to forget the very man now standing before her.

Odin—or, as the paperwork in the office read, Stellan Vikander—had appeared before her like a Viking raider come to pillage. And the wicked grin on his face told her that he was more than willing to pillage her.

She shuddered, hoping her body armor hid her involuntary physical response to him.

The devilish wink he gave her, however, told her she’d failed to hide anything from him…and he liked it.

Stellan, she thought, mentally uttering his name in a desperate attempt to pull him down from god status. Definitely an old-world name for a man who was the 21stcentury embodiment of the Viking warrior. He was his name—in form and ferocity—and that only added to his appeal. Much to her frustration.

Her body still humming from the adrenaline pumping through her blood, she blamed the flush and heat in her cheeks and chest on the excitement of the shooting course. There could be no other reason for the unreasonable attraction she was feeling. No. It couldn’t be that the man standing just there was gorgeous beyond imagining, large and striking, and exuded a power and confidence she’d never seen before, even on men she’d trained with in JaegerKorpset. And those men were the elite of the elite, and they knew it. But this man…Stellan…Odin…he was something else entirely.

And it fascinated her as much as it flustered her.

Discuss business, dismiss him, get home in time to relax before her evening with Tessa. That was her plan, and she was a woman of planning. It was engrained in her, as much as the need to breathe. She ignored that fact that it was difficult to do both with Stellan Vikander around.

Moving closer to her, until his large black-booted feet were planted just inches from hers, Stellan—Odin—looked down at her—and gods did that make her shudder. He was more than large in frame; he was…mammoth. Taller than her, broader than her. Muscles stacked on muscles beneath a shirt so tight she could see his tattoos through the material. His leather vest only added to the look of badassery with his patches, especially that one that said PRESIDENT. Not to mention that his tree trunk thighs strained the seams of his denim jeans. The man—in short—was certainly a human embodiment of his biker name. A god among men.

And you want to worship at his feet…maybe kneel before him, sliding her hand up those thick, muscular thighs, her hands taking a firm hold on—

Whoa! Enough of that!

His looks weren’t even what called to her the most in that moment. Beside him, before him, she felt…small. And that was the first time in her life. Even Aaron hadn’t made her feel like that. At only a few inches taller than her, and wirier in build than bulky, he always complained that Skathi made him feel like a toddler. Of course, he never said it like that; usually he was griping about how “masculine and manly” she was, talking down to her while making himself feel better. Too bad she hadn’t seen that for what it was before she married him. Her build, which had made training easier than it would have been on other women, did her no favors outside of military service. To her comrades, she was like a brother, her body honed for battle like theirs were. To any potential date? Well, she was a giant with thick thighs, and she stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn’t matter that her belly was flat and toned from decades of core work outs. All that people saw were her height, and her ass, hips, thighs, and breasts.

Usually, that didn’t bother her. Usually, she could take or leave whatever man had asked her out to make a show of her. Usually, she could brush off the feeling of being “other”. But now, with Odin’s gaze on her, his intent unknown, she felt raw.

Vulnerable.

“You looked good out there,” he said, his deep voice rumbling between them, his ice-blue eyes turning dark. “So fucking good. I’d never seen anyone move the way you do. And your aim is spot on. You’re one hell of a woman, Skathi.”

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