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She gave him the finger over her shoulder. “Make me.”
“Stop now,” he repeated. His Múspellsheimr side had screamed back up. Refused to be kept down.
“Nope,” she chimed. “I’m over the crappy Alfheim lights and—”
That’s all she got out before he caught up with her in two long strides, slammed her against the wall, and pinned her arms against the cool rock.
“And what?” Dragon eyes afire, he came nose to nose with her. “What else are you done with, woman?”
“You.” She laughed wickedly, taunting him, daring him once more, clearly relishing his darker side. Glad to see he wasn’t so sweet anymore. Wanting to see how far she could push him, she drove her knee up between his legs, but he was faster. Keeping her arms pinned back with magically manifested chains, he grabbed her knees and wedged her thighs apart.
“Oh, damn,” Trinity managed. Her eyes might be wide with shock, but the scent of her arousal was unmistakable. “I was...this is...” She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them, being as honest with him as he’d been with her. “I liked it. Him. This version of you. What you were doing to me.”
“So did I,” he replied, hoarse with arousal. He had liked the control he’d had over her. How she was at his mercy, her inner beast tamed. For now, anyway. “There was no stopping you when your Múspellsheimr side surfaced. You were wild. Uncontrollable.” He narrowed his eyes. “Yet it was rare...we made sure of it.”
“That’s why I started coming back more and more in spirit form,” she said, figuring it out as well. “Because this side of me was getting worse and worse.”
“It was.” He tried to focus on the conversation, but the more the memory unfolded, the harder it got.
“This isn’t how I wanted our first time to go,” young Vicar reiterated. He pulled her scent into his lungs and ground against her. “You know that.”
“Maybe not your good side,” Trinity purred, catching his lips in a kiss that would put Jade at her naughtiest to shame. “But definitely your kindred side,” she continued after she nipped his lip so sharply he pulled back.
“Kindred,” he murmured, surprised. “Yet I get the sense that side of me didn’t exist when I first met you.”
“How can that be?” she began but trailed off when young Vicar didn’t bother with magic but ripped young Trinity’s clothes right off. It wasn’t a messy, yanking affair either but smooth and precise like he’d weakened the fabric of her clothing in just the right places.
There was nothing more arousing or frustrating than seeing her full, well-rounded breasts exposed. Seeing her smooth flesh and her body visibly quivering for him.
“I don’t know what I feel more,” he managed. “Jealousy of my younger self or rage that he took you this way.”
“A way we both wanted,” she reminded softly. “Because I egged you on.” She shook her head. “This side of me didn’t want romance. Not at all. She wanted...this.”
He flinched when his younger self dug his hand into her hair again, especially rough this time, and thrust his hand between her legs. He dared her to show her pleasure when she was determined to remain in control and unaffected.
“Is that all you’ve got?” young Trinity taunted despite the desire in her eyes. Despite the way her nipples pebbled and she pressed against his touch. “Is that all—”
She groaned in approval, and her head fell back when he thrust first one, then two, fingers into her. When he angled her head and nipped and bit his way down her neck while he worked her flesh. He wasn’t gentle but hungry and ruthless. Precise and very, very good at what he did despite his innocence.
“My dragon knew what yours wanted every step of the way.” Needing to show her a gentler side than what his younger self had subjected her to, Vicar pulled Trinity closer, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her. “I think you told me your fantasies...what your Múspellsheimr side craved.”
“She told you?” she murmured, not pulling away from him. “Or I told you?”
“Both of you.” He inhaled not just the scent of her arousal but her flowery hair and silky skin. “Your inner Múspellsheimr wanted to take control, but you, the side I met when you first arrived, craved this.” Her breathing increased along with his as they watched his younger self bring her to peak. As her eyes slid shut and she trembled on a long, throaty moan. “You craved giving up control because you had to maintain so much of it in the future. In some small way, your Múspellsheimr side was making sure you got it.”
Almost the moment he said it, they felt something inside her younger self shift. Her Múspellsheimr side fell away, and her gentler side surfaced. When her eyes opened, it wasn’t to his Sigdir side because he hadn’t followed suit. Instead, his Múspellsheimr side stared back, intrigued, unwilling to budge.
“What is he doing?” she whispered. “Why hasn’t your other side surfaced along with mine?”
“Because my Múspellsheimr side wants to finish what he started.” Vicar narrowed his eyes, feeling out his younger self. “He’s not the same man he is today but somewhere in between. Less hard. More forgiving. But just as aroused.”
“So, is this some kind of stand-off?” Trinity asked, the scent of her arousal so strong now it was a wonder he didn’t have her on the bed, to hell with the memory. “Because it feels...strange. Like I wanted it but feared it from that version of you.”
“And he knows that.” He perked his brows in surprise when his younger self stepped closer, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and his dragon eyes flared. “He’s letting both sides surface at once...both his Sigdir and Múspellsheimr.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Neither did I.”
