Page 47 of Savage King

Skathi collapsed, his weight pressing her down. Finally, he rolled off her, his cock still inside her. Dragging her into his embrace, he reached up and removed the restrains, massaging her wrists before kissing each one.

“Rest now,” he murmured into her hair. “That was only round one.”

Skathi woke to pitch black darkness, immediately disoriented.

Where was she?

Her trembling hands flew to her body. Naked. In a bed. In the bordello.

Every inch of her was sore…. So good. So, so good. Even after weeks of the most intense training of her life, had she felt so…used. So worn down to her very genetic makeup. Last night, Odin had rewritten her DNA.

He’d changed her utterly. She’d never be the same again.

Odin carrying her into the Dark Room. Restraints. Pain. Pleasure. Screaming orgasms.

Movement from beside her made memories of the night before crash over her like a wave of heartache, bliss, and eye-opening revelations.

“Hey baby,” Odin greeted, his post-sex, post-sleep voice deep and sexy.

“I’d say good morning, but I have no idea what time of day it is.”

Odin chuckled, using the arm draped over her belly to pull her into him. His fat erection digging in to her butt, she gasped. “I see that your dick doesn’t care what time of day it is.”

“It’s probably closer to morning than to night and, yes, whenever you’re around, my cock doesn’t give a fuck what time it is, who’s in the room, what you’re doing, what I’m doing…. Let’s just say that he wants in you all the time. And I don’t blame him. I’d live inside you 24/7 if I could.”

“You wouldn’t get much done that way.”

He grunted. “I wouldn’t mind all that much.” He brushed a kiss over her temple, wrapping his thick arms around her like steel bands made of hot flesh.

“Hmmm, I think your brothers would miss having you around,” she teased, melting into him. His body molded around hers. She loved how big he was, even compared to her. His physical size, his strength, his ability to manipulate her, putting her where he wanted her. Next to him, with him, she felt small. Feminine. Cherished.

And she’d fallen deeper in love with him—which was troubling. Exciting, but troubling. She knew next to nothing about him. Nothing important. Nothing that told her about the man lying behind her, holding her so tightly it was like he feared she would disappear.

“Why haven’t you told me anything about you?”

Silence met her question, and she could practically hear him clench his jaw. “I’ve told you lots about me, Goddess.”

Maneuvering herself to flip over and face him, Skathi placed a hand on his cheek, the softness of her well-kept beard sending ripples of tingling sensation up her arm and into her core. Gods, was there nothing about the man that didn’t turn her on?

Oh, yes, the secrecy.

Even in the pitch dark, she could make out the outline of his face. She ran her fingers over his mouth and he nipped her, making her gasp.

Don’t let him distract you!

“Not anything that tells me who you really are. Yes, you’re the president of the baddest MC in Nevada. Yes, you served your country for ten years. Yes, you’re a god in bed.”

He smirked at that, his lips curling.

“But what I don’t know is anything about you as a boy. What about your family? Your parents? Where were you born? Raised? Are you an only child? Were you a choir boy or a troublemaker? What were you like in high school? Did you play football or an instrument? What about girlfriends? Best friends?” She threw her arms up in exasperation. “What made Stellan Vikander into Odin, President of the Savage Raiders MC?”

Again with the silence, but the time it weighed more, pressing against her chest.

“Not much to tell you, Skathi,” he drawled flatly.

Ugh. When he used her actual name instead of one of his nicknames for her, it meant she wasn’t going to like the surrounding words.

And she didn’t.

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