Page 25 of Savage King

Fuck.

His cock, already painfully hard as a rock, pulsed, sending shockwaves of torturous need through his balls.

Gingerly readjusting himself, Odin followed her, placing the bags and pie box on the counter, and watched her as she gathered plates, utensils, and napkins.

“What can I get you to drink? Sadly, no hard liquor here, but I do have some wine, iced tea, and bottled water.”

“Water is fine, baby,” he answered. He didn’t want the hard shit anyway, not if he wanted to be clear headed and at his best, because seducing Skathi was the night’s mission—fuck, hislife’smission.

Once the small table in the dining area was set, they dug in, neither of them really saying much of anything, only commenting on the good food, the hot, dry weather, Skathi’s condo, and pretty much anything else that was as shallow as baby bath water.

But that was cool, that was fine, they had plenty of time to dig into deeper things once the table was no longer between them. Once he got Skathi nice and close.

Cleaning up the dinner dishes and tossing the containers into the trash, Skathi took a much-needed moment in the kitchen to gather herself.

So what if he makes your body hum and your heart race? He is still the president of a motorcycle club.The parties, the women…. He could not be trusted with her heart.

But it isn’t your heart he’s after. He just wants to bang your brains out until you can’t walk straight.He’d get his rocks off, she’d finally know what an orgasm felt like, and he’d walk away having scratched his itch for big and tall.

Pulling back her shoulders, determined to set some ground rules before they ever stepped a millimeter toward a bed, she nearly tripped over her own feet when she saw the raw, unabashed heat in Odin’s eyes.

“Come. Sit,” he ordered, patting the couch cushion beside him. Her immediate reaction, as expected, was to tense, defying an order. She hadn’t obeyed orders in years, and she hadn’t planned to ever again. She was her own woman, godsdammit. But there was something about Odin’s strength, powerful body, deep, raspy, commanding voice that made her want to slink over to him, melt into his arms, and rub her face all over his chest like a good little kitty.

Skide!What was this man doing to her? It was like molten desire had taken over her body, flowing through her, filling her with a liquid heat she couldn’t shake. Her belly fluttered, her nerves freezing her feet to the floor.

Seeing her hesitation, Odin lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “Scared? Impossible. My goddess isn’t scared of anything, especially her man.”

She snorted. “Since when did you become my man? This isn’t a date, Odin. You invited yourself over and I hadn’t the heart to keep you locked outside.”

His smirk disappeared, but an unholy light filled his icy blue eyes. “It was the pie, wasn’t it?”

Humor tore through her, a smile rising unbidden to her face. She shrugged, enjoying the surprising desire to tease this large, sexy beast of a man. She took a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest to hide her shaking hands in her armpits.

“It might have been that delicious smelling Dutch apple pie…. It might have also been the meatloaf.” Hells, she was asking for it now, wasn’t she?

And you are going tolovethe answer, her inner vixen purred, something she’d never experienced before. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t the teasing, flirtatious, romantic risk-taking femme fatale. She was a romantically inept chunk of inexperienced womanhood who wouldn’t know how to properly flirt, even if it was a required part of Hunter Corp training.

She was going to crash, burn, drown, and no one would find her unloved corpse until it bloated and floated to the surface.

Sucking in a breath to clear her mind of thoughts that could only ruin a night she suddenly very much wanted to experience, she took another step closer to the couch…and the sexy as all hells man sitting upon it.

No, he wasn’t sitting on it, he was ruling from it. His presence taking up the whole of the room, inundating the space with a powerful, crackling energy that lit her up, scorching her nerve endings.

Odin leaned back against the couch—his throne, laying his thick arm across the top, his long fingers sliding over the couch fabric slowly, gently, as though he were…teasing her, seducing her, reminding her what he could do with those fingers when they slide over slick, swollen, pulsing flesh. She flashed her gaze to his and saw the flicker of devilishness.

The bastard!

“So…it wasn’t my personality or body that got me through the door, nor the promise of many,manyorgasms?” he drawled, his voice dropping at the last until she could feel the rumble across her nipples.

She attempted to hide a gasp behind an offended cough.

“Absolutely not. What kind of woman do you take me for?”

Rather than tease her back as she expected, Odin leaned forward, rose to his feet slowly, gracefully, powerfully, then pinned her with a look so dark, so devastatingly hungry that her body jerked with the impact.

“I take you as mine, Goddess,” he said, his voice like gravel over silk. “So come over here, put your sexy as fuck mouth on mine, and let me taste what belongs to me.”

This is where you tell him you belong to no one. Go ahead. Do it!

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