Page 18 of Loki

The girl snorted. "Are you talking about my roommate, Sibyl? She's too nice to be a witch. But if you're worried about her coming in and interrupting us, don't. She's headed back to base camp for a medical. She won't be back for weeks."

"And she didn't take her tent or her servant with her? Strange," he said.

She frowned. "Jakop has travelling tents, so she didn't need this one. And the undergrads are research assistants, not servants. Sure, they're the lowest rank on the totem pole here and they kind of do take orders from the rest of us, but they're not...I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you haven't spent much time around people for a while, have you?"

Loki dropped the illusion of clothing like her people wore. Her eyebrows rose a little, but she did not seem as shocked as he thought she might. "I believe I have slept for some time," he admitted.

She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his chest and belly.

The blood runes had faded or washed away, but he could still feel them, burning beneath his skin. Perhaps she could see or sense them, too. "Are you the witch's apprentice?" That would explain it.

She sighed. "Sibyl is not a witch, and nor am I. We're both PhD students. Colleagues of equal rank. Scholars who read and write about our research findings. If you're looking for a witch, we don't really have people like that any more."

Loki nodded, absorbing this information, or at least as much of it as he understood. She used many strange words. "I do not wish for a witch. I came here for you."

"And what would Loki, the god of mischief, want with me?"

Loki couldn't help it. He grinned. No one had ever called him the god of anything before, and he rather liked it. "Well, another kiss would be a good start."

"You've been asleep for around a thousand years, and when you woke up, the first thing you thought was, 'Hey, I'd like to fuck Jorunn.'"

Ah, so that was her name. His smile didn't falter. "Only if you are willing, Jorunn. I promise I will transport you to peaks of pleasure such as you have never known."

A wry smile lifted her lips. "That does sound good. Pity we're here in a freezing cold tent instead of someplace with a big fire and an even bigger bed."

He remembered her saying fires were not allowed in this place, or he'd have lit one for her on the spot. But he did know one charm that was almost as effective...he bit his lip, and willed the tent to become a warm bubble.

She stared at him as she tugged off her coat. "If I could do that, I'd probably walk around with a lot less clothes on, too."

Most women he'd known had been shocked that a man could perform magic, when it was usually only women who were witches. Yet Jorunn did not seem surprised at all. Perhaps she already knew – if she served Erik, he'd likely have told her. Though if she was a scholar and not a witch or a warrior, Erik would have no interest in her...Loki shook his head. What she was and who she served did not matter right now. What mattered was her eager smile and the invitation in her eyes. Erik and all his men be damned. Tonight there was no one else in the world but him and Jorunn.

Loki dragged the beds together, then unfastened his cloak and laid it over the top of them both. "Two of your wishes granted – warmth, and a bigger bed. What else would you ask of me?"

A wistful smile, like she didn't believe she'd receive her desire. "Well, those peaks of pleasure sounded good..."

This time, he took her in his arms and kissed her. Her lips were sweet and soft, yielding far more readily than any woman he'd known before. Her clothes – the unfamiliar fastenings stymied him until she began to help him – soon puddled on the floor, and she reached out to unfasten his trousers.

"Not yet," he said, setting his hands on her bare shoulders. "Sit down on the edge of the bed."

He dropped to his knees before her, gliding one hand up her inner thigh as he leaned in to kiss her again. His fingers unerringly found her wet heat. She whimpered, only to kiss him back even harder.

Then she made small mewling sounds, breaking the kiss to gasp out, "Oh my god, Loki!" before a rush of wetness coated his fingers.

That was the second time she'd called him a god. He wasn't sure what he liked more – the way she cried out his name, or those sweet sounds she made just before she peaked. Did it matter? He wanted more of all of it.

When her third orgasm made her flop down on the bed, unable to sit upright any more, Loki could no longer resist – he had to taste her, to see if she truly was as sweet as she felt.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, leaning in to inhale her musky scent. He swept his tongue over that small bundle of nerves he knew drove her wild, eliciting another whimper. Faster, harder.

More whimpers as she lifted her hips off the bed, as if inviting him deeper.

Rougher, harder, his hands fastening around her waist as she writhed beneath him.

Whimpering became mewling, until...

"Oh, god, Loki!"

He lapped at her sweetness, then surrendered to temptation and drove his tongue in deep. Oh, by all the gods, he'd never tasted anything so sweet.

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