Page 37 of Savage King

Unless that human has a deep voice made for seduction and a body made for hard, pounding sex.

No matter how often she tried to focus on her work, to detach herself from her thoughts and just get things done, Odin was there, his voice, his touch, his taste…and the way he touched her, tasted her, made her feel so, so good.

In the two weeks since they’d first had sex, they’d gotten together—sweating, grunting, screaming, and orgasming—several times, and when they weren’t together, they were on the phone talking or texting. It was never about anything deep or important, just what they did that day, what the plans were for tomorrow, and how much he wanted to see her again…and fuck her again.

Odin never missed an opportunity to make her wet and leave her aching, whether in person or on the phone. The man was quickly becoming the only thought in her head—and she already had too many other things she should be focusing on. She just couldn’t make herself give him up, though. Not yet. The sex, the anticipation, and his focused, dedicated attention was heady. She’d never felt like that, ever. So, she’d hold on to it as long as she could, hoping her heart remained safely locked away behind bastion walls, so that once Odin tired of her and left her, she’d still have part of herself left unscathed.

Unfortunately, Odin hadn’t gotten the memo that theirs was a relationship of sex only. Yes, he talked about her being his woman, claiming her, and wanting no one but her, but Skathi wasn’t fool enough to think a man like him meant anything serious by it.

He probably claimed a new woman every few months, banging club women in between. Their time together was a ticking clock, counting down until his interest waned.

What about how he takes care of you, holds you in his arms, like how he was there for you when the range was destroyed, or when Aaron showed up at the gym?Was that how he was with all his monthly women? Did he show them affection outside of the bedroom? Did he call them and text them dozens of times throughout the day? Did he bring them pie for no reason or give them foot massages after a long day on their feet?

Ugh! She was so confused and frustrated and angry at herself for allowing her emotions to dictate her life.

Yes, she wanted Odin. Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, he treated her like she meant more than just a quick bang. Yes, he spoke of a future, of babies and forever. Yes, she was feeling more for him than she should, but she wasn’t fool enough to think he could ever feel the same.

He was the prez of an MC, for gods’ sake. They didn’t do relationships—at least not lasting ones. He couldn’t possibly want what he was talking about. Right?

What about old ladies?She knew from Trouble that club old ladies were like MC wives, but the Raiders only had one old lady. Bonnie. And from what Trouble had said, Bonnie was angling to become and old lady again, since her husband died. Also, apparently, Trouble hated Bonnie and Odin only tolerated her out of loyalty to the fallen MC brother, and because she worked for him at the brothel.

And last night, Odin had invited her to a party at the MC’s bordello. The invitation was last minute because he hadn’t planned on going himself, but when several of their regular clients requested his presence, he couldn’t say no.

“If I have to go, I want the sexiest woman on the planet on my arm, Goddess, and that’s you. Say you’ll come and make my night?”

When he’d asked, she’d been torn. It was last minute and she hated doing things without preplanning, especially in unknown and probably hostile places. She was a warrior, built for battle, not arm candy, built for glamorous evenings and small talk. But she also yearned to be with him, to see him again, to feel his mouth on her neck, his hands on her waist, and just be with him.

Could she let down her titanium walls and let him in just enough to enjoy an evening with him without that small voice in the back of her head ruining what could actually be fun?

Fun. Right. Just sex. That’s it. That’s all this is.So…why was he asking her to accompany him to an event where people would see them together?

What would she wear? Would she be expected to play hostess to Odin’s host, or was she more or less actually arm candy? Would the women from the clubhouse be there?

Despite the deluge of internal monologuing and second guessing, Odin refused to get off the phone until she’d agreed to think about it.

And she’d spent most of the day doing exactly that. Unfortunately, she also told Tessa about it.

Of course, Tessa sensed her weakness and pounced, arriving at her condo just after she did, and barging her way through the door, her arms loaded with a box of margarita mix, bags of puffy, yellow snack chips, and the determination to be a pestering witch.

“Come on, Sky! You’re not the least bit curious about what goes on at one of those parties?”

Easily remembering what happened at the last Raiders’ party she attended, she quickly answered, “No. I’ve been there, done that, nearly killed a man….” She shrugged, losing the battle to hide the smirk at the memory of Slick moaning on the floor. Having taken on many enemies, all worse than Slick by a mile, she rarely allowed herself the pleasure of basking in her victories.

Hurting Slick because he hurt Annika was one of those victories.

Tessa snorted, rolling her eyes. “But that was last time, and this time you were actually invited by the club president to be his plus one for the event. That at least means you will be treated like a queen, no one will hassle you like they did last time.”

“That is not a check in the pro column, Tessa. ‘Go, have fun, you won’t be assaulted this time!’” she drawled, sarcasm dripping from her tongue. “If I wanted to take a chance with my evening’s entertainment, I’d paint myself in chicken blood and walk naked through a wolf den.”

“They have those around here?”

“The point, Tessa,” she continued, laughing softly, “is that it isn’t a good idea to go.” She couldn’t help but add, “Right?” Because she was still torn, still aching for him, but still a mess of uncertainty.

What if Odin was all wonderful and sexy now but once he got tired of her in his bed, he became more like Aaron? A user, a cheater, a liar?

That’s unfair to Odin, he hasn’t given any indication that he will get tired of you.The man was voracious; touching her, kissing her, dragging her to the nearest flat surface as often as possible.

“Because you’re scared of having to kick someone’s ass?” Tessa’s question brought Skathi back to the conversation—one she didn’t even want to be having.

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