Page 38 of Fire Kissed
“Maybe you’re right,” Aric whispers.
I peer around at the three of them and realize they’re all shirtless.
“Did he give you a size-too-small jeans too?” Aric asks curiously.
Torben grunts.
“Couldn’t even button mine.” He stands, the body of a warrior very much on display as he adjusts himself in the tight, black jeans. All three of them do it slightly awkwardly and simultaneously. The impressive bulges beneath the material are easy to see, and I can’t even make myself look away from the cock modeling they’re doing right now.
“Oh my god, your dad is tricking us into having sex!” I blurt like it’s the worst thing that could happen to me.
“What? Why? Why would he do that?” Torben glances to Latham who’s still shaking his head furiously.
“He wants us to like him.” Latham looks to Aric. “He may be a bastard, but he actually wants us to like him and be like him. Like when he healed Rhys without asking for anything in return. It’s his way of getting on our good side.” He rolls his eyes.
“Well, mission a-fucking-ccomplished.” Aric’s smile brightens as his gaze slips to the ends of my gown, up my thighs, over my stomach, and lingers on my outrageously perky breasts.
Then he meets my gaze. Smoldering heat burns in his russet golden eyes. Among all the ridiculousness of it all, I still shift at the heat of his attention. I can’t help it. The way my thighs tense to be around him, the fluttering in my stomach, the pounding of my heart: it’s all a reflexive reaction this man pulls out of me without even trying.
We’re going to fall right into the God of Mischief’s trap.
“That’s entirely ludicrous,” Torben says with a disapproving shake of his head. “We don’t have time for such distractions.”
A silence scoots its way in after that statement.
Aric and Latham peek at one another from behind Torben’s back. A silent conversation is had. Unspoken agreements are made. They both turn toward me.
A smile parts my lips, and the amusement is mirrored in their features.
We actually do have time though. For once.
Tomorrow at dawn, we’re going to have to sneak past the vicious light elves. We’ll find our way back to the Realm of the Living while trying to plot how to rescue my mother. And I imagine we’ll be hiding from the ruler of Hell for the rest of our long, tormented lives.
If we’re lucky.
Casually, I lean forward. I lift up on my knees, and as I confuse him with every move I make, I straddle myself over the warrior god. He feels good pressed beneath me. His hips between mine send a demanding want all through me. A line creases his brow. Bright eyes are shaded with a perplexed look in his beautiful gaze.
“We do have time, Torben.” I push my fingers through his thick hair, my thumbs brushing along his beloved beard as I go.
I hover above him, and he’s still shaking his head at me even as his big hands make their way to my hips. Fingertips tense there like he could throw me down and take what he wants.
“There’s never enough time,” he says adamantly. “We need to be alert. We may be in Loki’s protection right now, but we shouldn’t let our guard down.”
“Let it down,” I whisper, my lips whispering against his but never fully touching. A low groan hums through him. A war is very clearly going on in his constantly turning mind. “Please,” I add with another brush of my lips almost touching his.
His groan deepens then like a delicsiuos sound I want to hear over and over again against the shell of my ear. His hands tighten on my hips, and I love how bad he wants me right now. I’ve never felt more powerful than I do with him like this.
A lazy look of lust consumes his hooded eyes.
Yes. I’m all powerful.
His palms push lower down my ass, pulling me closer with that simple move.
Feel my power.
Bow to my power.
He shakes his head hard and pats the side of my hip pleasantly. “I’ll take first watch tonight.” Then he shifts to slide me off his lap and gets up.
