Page 51 of Vicar
Chapter Twenty-One
WHILE TRINITY KNEWshe and Vicar played with fire when he laid her on the bed, she couldn’t seem to see reason any more than he could. Not when they could feel the way they did earlier again. When they had so much time to make up for. Because they did. So many sensual experiences that should have been theirs.
She could tell by the desire in his eyes that he was determined to make this time more romantic and loving. Determined to remind her there was a side to him that had no intentions of using and setting her aside. She felt it in the deep kiss he gave her. In the way, he didn’t dig his hand into her hair roughly but gently.
This time their Múspellsheimr sides would be left out altogether.
It would only be them.
Or so she thought until a familiar voice interrupted them.
“While I applaud your zest,” Loki said, manifesting out of the fire, “and would love to watch if not participate, best you two learn a bit more before overindulging again.”
“Wearelearning more,” Vicar ground out, scowling at the god. “More about what things should have been like before Violence meddled in our lives.”
“You mean before Trinity’s Múspellsheimr side surfaced,” Loki corrected, pulling a horn of ale out of thin air. “Because I’m fairly certain that’s what meddled in your lives first.”
“Whether it was or wasn’t,” Vicar mumbled, obviously loathe to shift away from her, “merely touching Trinity won’t surface our other halves that quickly.”
“Seen so clearly when you merely touched before,” Loki replied dryly, manifesting a horn of ale in Vicar’s hand and a horn of wine in Trinity’s, forcing her to sit up. “We all know touching leads to far more enjoyable things.” The god eyed her pebbled nipples straining against her tunic with remorse, unhappy he had to break up a good time. One in which he had undoubtedly hoped to participate. “Far, far more enjoyable things.”
“So, is that how it’s going to be for us?” Vicar groused. “Trinity and I can’t touch until Violence is defeated?” He frowned at Loki. “Because if I remember correctly, intimacy moves things along. Helps everyone remember.”
“Usually.” Loki shrugged. “All I know is you’re not close enough yet to risk Trinity’s other half going to Violence.” He gave her a cunning look. “Though in my opinion, it would be just the thing to do. Bring us right to the beast or the other way around.” When Vicar scowled at him with disapproval, he waved it off and rolled his eyes. “Maybe you don’t agree, but your other half would see the wisdom in it.”
“Because my other half thinks Trinity is disposable,” Vicar reminded. “He thinks...”
When he trailed off, she knew he had just come to the same realization as her.
“No, he doesn’t,” she murmured, surprised by how firmly she felt that. By how fooled they had been by his other side. “He’s angry and might make us think he only wants me for sex and to show his followers he’s conquered me. Might even make us think he wants to dispose of my Múspellsheimr half.” She shook her head. “But the level of vengefulness he feels toward Violence is more than just wounded pride.”
Vicar nodded slowly. “It is.” Clearly sensing his other half’s emotions, he white-knuckled his horn. “He had to have cared deeply to feel that kind of hate.”
“Hate we need to get to the bottom of,” came another voice before a stunning woman with jet-black hair and wisps of smoke curling over her skin sauntered in. She offered Loki a sultry look that bordered on teasing before she dismissed him and looked Trinity’s way with curiosity. “So I finally meet the woman determined to tame our ferocious Vicar.”
Even if she hadn’t seen Revna in her sisters’ minds, there was no mistaking the head seer with her mesmerizing yet daunting fire demon attributes.
