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Odin surrendered to her pleasure, for the gods knew, he wanted her just as much as she desired him.

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The first orgasm rolled through Freyja like a breaking wave, and she was embarrassed to admit she squeezed his arse for every moment of it, it was so good. The second followed the first so quickly, it took her by surprise, stealing her vision for a few precious seconds so that she could do nothing but feel the incredible sensations of this man pounding away inside her.

And the third...oh, the third. She knew she was close when he suddenly stilled inside her, and she feared that in reaching his own release, he'd give her no more tonight. But while he still filled her, buried to the hilt in her core, his fingers reached for her clit and sent her spiralling into her own climax, clenching down so hard on him she feared she'd hurt him.

But he just wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his perfectly sculpted chest, while she tried to catch her breath.

Maybe Kendall had been right. All she'd needed was some hot, hard Norse cock to help point the way to what she wanted.

Yes, she'd worked hard to be as successful in her medical career as the rest of her family, until one terrible mistake had derailed it and sent her here. But she could still be happy and successful in other ways. Maybe not as a doctor in a hospital, like she'd originally hoped, but the iceman was a new opportunity to change her life, to forge a new career out here, using all she'd learned in med school as well as the postgraduate forensic science degree she'd picked up since starting her job here.

Tomorrow, she'd draft up a press release to send to the university PR department about the find, perhaps even with some pictures, when he'd defrosted enough.

Pictures. Kendall had wanted pictures.

She glanced down. The hot Norseman's cock was still buried inside her, hot and hard like he was ready to go again. Maybe even all night.

His cock was all hers. Kendall couldn't have him. Not even a picture.

She bucked her hips against him. "Do you want some more?"

"Fuck yes," he said.

SEVEN

When she fell asleep in his arms, so sated with pleasure she still wore a smile on her face, even in sleep, Odin finally withdrew from her delicious body. Never in his life had he known such a glorious night. Even the pleasures of Valhalla would be a poor shadow in comparison.

But right now, she needed sleep, and he did not. No, what he needed to do was protect her.

Like he'd failed to do with Frigg...

Odin shook his head. He'd failed once, but he would not fail again.

Things were already different this time. For a start, the amazing sex. Not a drunken fumble in the dark that he barely remembered, over before it had really begun. No, tonight had been a feast for the senses. The sort he wished could go on for days and nights.

If only they did not need to sleep.

So while she slept, he would protect her. Learn the lay of her strange longhouse, which he'd barely glimpsed as he carried her inside. Find out if she had food supplies sufficient for the winter, and hunt for what she needed. And return to warm her bed when she awoke...

Yes. It was time to forget the past, and embrace what the fates had granted him.

Maybe even know happiness.

But only if he could protect her properly, he told himself as he slid out of her bed.

Duty before pleasure, always.

EIGHT

Freyja wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved that last night's lover had left when she woke. She wouldn't have said no to another round – fuck, he'd been amazing in bed – but she'd never brought a man home or slept in the same bed as one she'd have to share breakfast with the next morning.

But if he was gone, there was nothing she could do about it. She hadn't even gotten his name or number. If she was desperate, there was definitely DNA on the condoms, but that would be a bit weird, surely. It wasn't like having a one night stand was a crime or anything.

It wasn't until she reached the kitchen that she noticed the time. Past lunchtime! She really had been up late last night, to sleep right through until afternoon. Which then begged the question...seeing as it wasn't morning any more, would it be wrong to cook one of the frozen pizzas for breakfast? It was kind of a late lunch, after all...

She dug out a Hawaiian pizza, which looked like it had been sitting in the freezer since last year's expedition, it was so covered in ice, and stuck it in the oven. She had yet to meet anyone else, back home or here in Norway, who could properly appreciate the sheer genius of putting pineapple on pizza. The salty-sweet combination, when done right, made the best pizza known to humankind. Hell, she'd happily introduce aliens to it, if they came to visit.

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