Page 5 of Odin

She patted her head, but all she felt was her own hair.

Well, she had been wearing a helmet. Maybe Dr Hardbody here had removed it, or it had fallen off. As long as it had done its job of protecting her beforehand...

She pointed up the driveway. "Take me to the lab. We should have everything we need in the first aid room there." And if not, she could always call an ambulance. Karl would have a conniption if she called the helicopter back to airlift her out.

But she didn't think she was that badly hurt. Her pride felt more bruised than the rest of her. Falling off one of the scooters before she'd even made it to the pub for a drink.

Worse, before she met a man worth getting naked with.

Then again, this one was half naked already, and she couldn't deny she liked what she saw. Maybe she did have a head injury.

But with no pain, nausea or dizziness, she'd already made a diagnosis way before they reached the first aid room.

No serious injuries, but in need of dry clothes to prevent hypothermia.

So she directed him to take her to her to the guest room where she'd left her suitcase instead. She stripped off her coat, then her sweater and was about to shuck off her jeans when she realised he was still in the room with her.

And while she'd been undressing, he'd taken off everything.

Holy fuck. All the marble in Rome couldn't hold a candle to him.

This man was made of muscles. Her memory started to name them, like she would have back in med school, but she just shook her head to clear away any unnecessary thoughts. This veritable god of a man was standing here in her bedroom, naked, his enormous cock saluting her with the same eagerness she felt.

Her mouth was dry. "Thank you for saving me from the snow, and carrying me all the way back here. I don't suppose you'd be interested in a night of hot sex as a thank you?"

He frowned. "Are you not injured?"

Freyja slowly shook her head as she stripped off the rest of her clothes. "Nope, not injured. Good to go all night." Oh god, had she said that bit out loud? Because she was. She wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap her legs around those thick thighs and grab his arse with both hands while he fucked her into next week with that monster cock.

So she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had.

"Fuck me," he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.

"That's the plan," she replied as he lifted her up.

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It took every bit of his self control not to spin her around, slam her into the wall and fuck her standing, but this wasn't about a quick release, even if they had just met. No, he intended to adore her all night, if she had the stamina for it, as she said.

So he laid her reverently on the bed, an enormous affair that was more than big enough for the two of them.

Bigger than the bed he'd shared with Frigg, that one time they'd lain together and conceived the twins...

He shook his head. He would not think of her tonight. Tonight he had a willing woman who wanted him in her bed. Who spread her legs as her eyes welcomed him to do whatever he wished with her.

For the second time that night, he fell in love.

"Here." She held out her hand, then stroked it down his cock, sheathing him in a layer of something so thin and translucent, it was like it wasn't there at all. An ingenious device to catch his seed, when he spilled it.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her most sensitive parts. So wet and ready for him.

"I need to feel you inside me," she moaned, lifting her hips to grind against him.

By all the gods...he was a man, not a saint.

Odin thrust deep. Gods, she was tight around him. Was she a maiden still? Well, not now, but before he'd entered her? Dare he continue, or should he wait for her to grow accustomed to his girth?

"Yes, more, please!" she ordered.

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