Page 31 of Vicar
Trinity narrowed an eye at Vicar. “What are you up to?”
He couldn’t help but smirk, sensing his little self’s intentions before he spoke.
“Well, according to my cousins and brother, we must fit our pieces together,” little Vicar said matter-of-factly. “Then, and only then, can we properly mate.”
“Good God.” Trinity met his smirk. “Even then, huh?”
He shrugged innocently, not surprised in the least he was eager to lie with her as soon as possible. Múspellsheimr and Ancient dragons became intimate at a young age, where Sigdir dragons, more native to Midgard, preferred to wait longer.
Little Trinity cocked her head, quite intrigued and painfully innocent as she should be at that age. “How do we fit our pieces together?”
Thankfully Vicar didn’t have a chance to answer before they were interrupted by another Viking on board.
“Who are you talking to, young Vicar?” He grinned up at him. “You seem to be having quite the conversation.”
“How is that possible?” Trinity asked as the memory faded. “Unless...” She narrowed her eyes. “Was I aghost?”
“It certainly looked that way.” He shifted closer and held her in place when an especially high wave tilted the boat.
Trinity, in turn, stilled at his proximity much like a frightened animal.
“You must know I won’t hurt you.” Unable to stop himself, eager to touch her soft skin, he tilted her chin until their gazes were aligned. Perhaps not the best idea because his inner dragon roared to the surface, desperate to taste her. Every last bit. “I especially won’t hurt you in this personality, and I strongly suspect not in my Múspellsheimr personality either. He’s...” his gaze dropped to her mouth when she licked her lips, “equally taken by you.”
Something about that, about knowing, without a doubt, that she was safe from both versions of him, made him finally do what he’d been longing to do since the moment he laid eyes on her. He closed his lips over hers. Not hungrily like he wanted to but gently. More tenderly than he’d ever kissed a woman, no matter his personality.
While he thought at first she would pull away, he was pleasantly surprised when she kissed him back. Though tentative at first, the kiss grew more heated within seconds, and she twisted her hand in his tunic, pulling him closer. He had kissed more than his fair share of women, but something about her opening up to him, wrapping her tongue with his, made everything come alive in a whole new way...including his inner beast.
Growling, unable to help himself, he wrapped an arm around her, yanked her closer still, and kissed her like he’d never kissed another. The sweet taste of her mouth alone made him desperate to taste other things. Made him eager to devour her juices and...
“No,” Trinity gasped, tearing her lips from his. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes both dewy and alarmed. “I can’t.” She shook her head, breathing heavily. “It’s drawing her to the surface.”
It took him a moment to figure out what she meant. “Your Múspellsheimr side.”
“Yes.” She unraveled herself from his grasp. Her gaze dropped to his obvious erection before darting elsewhere. “She’s all about what you were wanting to do.”
“And were you?” He did his best to do away with his arousal via magic, but things were still uncomfortable, and the telling flare of her pupils didn’t help. The scent of her arousal.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” she murmured.
Desperate to distract himself, he gestured that they get off the boat. Despite her having already been here, he wanted her to see where he grew up before he became so infatuated with the Keep. “Come, let’s explore more.”
“Sounds good.” She seemed relieved that he wasn’t dwelling on their kiss. That he wasn't pushing things. “Where to next?”
“I thought I would show you around before we visited more of the castle.” He helped her off the boat and led her down the dock toward the village. “See if we witness any more memories.”
It just so happened they did. More than anticipated, but as a rule, unlike on the ship, not around people.
“I think we must have figured out that you looked a little crazy talking to thin air,” Trinity teased after they discovered a memory in the stables that didn’t last long because they were spooking the horses and then another in the armory that lasted a tad longer.
“I know you can’t take the blade because you’re transparent right now, but you can see my grip and mimic it later,” young Vicar counseled. This time he was human and looked to be around ten winters old. He held out a dagger just so then thrust it like he was downing an opponent. Young Trinity, utterly pretty with her thick waves and big amber eyes, paid attention, scowling when she couldn’t try it herself.
“I grow tired of visiting this way when the other way is so much better.” She eyed the various weapons with anticipation. “Might you bring a few to our cave? Or even our lair?”
“Our?” Trinity mouthed. “I didn’t even have one of those back home.” She narrowed her eyes. “Do you think our lair is the Alfheim cave?”
“I don't think so,” he replied, still caught off guard by such stark confirmation of how close they had actually been. Because he would never share a lair with a female. Tor’s prophecy or not, his inner dragon had always shunned the idea. Could it be because it already knew it shared one? “As to our cave, I believe it's our chamber at the Keep.”
“You're right,” she replied. “I can sense it in my younger self’s thoughts.”
