Page 26 of Savage King

“I belong to no one. I am my own person,” she said, her voice steady despite the racing pulse in her throat.

Odin dipped his chin, his eyes still on her, still dark and penetrating. He gazed up at her through a fallen lock of pale blonde hair over his forehead, which made his expression all the more devilish.

His beautiful lips curled up at the sides, his dimple winking at her wickedly.

In a flash, the large yet surprisingly agile man was before her, peering down at her, his forehead pressed to hers, his large hands cupping her overheated face, his body lined up so tightly against hers, she could feel the pulse of his heavy, thick cock thrumming against her belly.

Hells, he was hugeeverywhere.

He brushed his lips over her cheeks, across her nose, and then a butterfly kiss to the very edge of her mouth.

“It appears there’s been a misunderstanding, baby,” he murmured, kissing the edge of her mouth again.

“Oh,” she breathed, her chest burning with unspent air.

“Oh, yes.” Another kiss, this time to her chin. “It seems like you believe you have a choice in whether or not you are mine. But that isn’t the case. I claimed you the moment I set eyes on you at the clubhouse. I saw you, the very embodiment of a woman I would die to worship, and I knew the gods had gifted me with my every fantasy.”

Huh? What was he talking about? Her mind was jumbled, scrambled, fumbling around in her skull. His body heat scorching her, his kisses drugging her, his hands on her flesh lighting her on fire.

“I’m your fantasy?” she finally asked, her brain clicking online just long enough to spit that out. “You fantasize about giant woman?”

This time, his kiss was hard, punishing. She yelped, tasting blood.

“I fantasize about a woman built just for me, a woman who can stand beside me, a woman who can lay beneath me, taking every, single, thick, throbbing inch of me. I dreamed of a woman I could hold in my arms and not fear breaking. A woman who could be my Goddess, in the bedroom and out. And that’s you, Skathi. It was always meant to be you.”

Stunned and turned on by his words, Skathi blurted, “You actually mean all of that?”

Odin dropped his hands to her hips, grinding his cock into her, groaning. She gasped.

“I meant every word.”

She blinked up at him, her gaze snared wholly by his. Want, need, fierce, voracious hunger shined in his eyes. Her core overflowing with heat until it flooded her veins, a deluge of desire for a man who looked at her like she was everything.

“Now, it’s time I finally showed you why they call me Odin,” he drawled, dragging his finger down her neck to where her cleavage began. Her nipples hardened beneath his touch.

“Because you’re big, imposing, and as cocky as a god?” she teased knowing full well she was in over her head right then.

He chuckled, the vibrations roaring through her body and right to her clit, which throbbed, aching for relief.

“No…” he growled, dipping his head to nip at her lower lip. She tensed but then moaned when he licked away the pain. “Because I know how to take my Valkyrie straight to Valhalla.”

He had his mouth on hers before she could protest, and he knew she wanted to. Not because she didn’t want him to kiss the fuck out of her but because she was still fighting the pull between them, that invisible, electrified wire that tied them together, zapping and sizzling with live, sexual energy that turned him inside out, flipped him upside down, and turned him the fuck on like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Kissing her, taking her mouth like he damn well owned it, he pressed against her, his chest to hers, her plump breasts giving against the massive hardness of his body. Fuck, he liked how that felt, and he couldn’t wait to see those titties bouncing and swinging above his waiting, hungry mouth as she rode him hard.

Pushing her back, he steered her toward the wall that lead to the hallway. It was his first time—but not last time—in her condo so he could only guess where her bedroom was. Mission objective: get his Valkyrie into a bed so he could fuck her hard. Her back hit the wall with a thump, which didn’t seem to faze her as she reached up, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss. One hand at her hip, he cradled the back of her head, pulling her forward into his hard, throbbing cock with one hand to remove all space between them, and using the other hand to manipulate her head, putting her face right where he wanted her for maximum contact between his voracious mouth and her soft, juicy lips.

She groaned into the kiss, robbing him of breath. The sounds of her desire fed the flames in his own body, and he bit back the driving need to lift her, pull off her fucking sweat pants, and finger her until his hand was coated in her release. He’d do that, but not yet, not until he tasted her first. Not until his tongue and beard were sopping wet with her sweet cunny slick.

Tearing her mouth away, she dragged in a breath, her body trembling.

“What are you doing to me,” she whimpered raggedly, wonder and a taste of fear in her voice.

He took her mouth back, deepening the kiss before tearing himself away to answer, “I’m giving you everything you’re too afraid to ask for, baby.”

She shook her head, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I’m not afraid…I-I want this,” she murmured huskily. “I want you.”

A rush unlike anything he’d ever felt flooded him.

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