Page 72 of Vicar
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“IDON’T KNOW anythingabout the man in the black robes who helped me.” Trinity pulled the fur Vicar had manifested more tightly around her shoulders and frowned at Loki. “He was like Adlin, though, wasn’t he?” She considered the memory they had just witnessed in a dream. How she had ended up crossing through Alfheim and Múspellsheimr before being born. “Because that was Adlin MacLomain I saw out of the corner of my eye, wasn’t it?”
“It would seem so.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “But he’s not the one I want to know about.”
Though reluctant to end their evening together, it was morning, so Vicar dressed himself and Trinity with a chant and helped her up.
“Like I said,” Trinity repeated, holding her ground. “I don’t know who the guy in the black robes was, but I’m grateful for his help. Grateful that he got me out of there before I, God forbid, went to Violence.”
She splashed water from the waterfall over her face, at ease in a way that told Vicar their mating had strengthened her. More interestingly still, her Múspellsheimr half seemed more aligned with her normal half, making her a little less sweet and a lot more direct. So said the way her gaze cut to the god, and she spoke bluntly. “Yet I get the feeling for all your curiosity, you have a better sense of who that guy was than I.” She perked a brow. “My take? I’d say he was a wizard like Adlin, only darker somehow.”
Vicar nodded. “I agree.” Though interested in the man’s identity, he had trouble pulling his gaze from Trinity. He wanted to lick the water trickling down her neck. Soak her naked body in water, then lick every part. And he would. Soon. Until then, he considered Loki. “Who do you think the man might be? Because it would take a great deal of power, both light and dark, to redirect a dragon soul subjected to two such varying types of magic. One so violent, the other so peaceful.”
“I think he’s someone who played a sizeable role in all this.” Loki clasped his hands behind his back and paced. “Somebody who stood to gain from wheedling his way into my Forge.” He shook his head once. “Undoubtedly an enemy who intends to wreak havoc we never saw coming.”
“Then why did he help me?” Trinity frowned. “That makes no sense.”
“Ordoesit?” Loki murmured before he vanished in a burst of flames.
“Unreal.” Trinity shook her head. “He’s fine with asking us questions, but forget us doing the same.”
“We will next time we see him,” Vicar assured, unable to tear his gaze from her. He liked the way her hair was tousled from their lovemaking. How dewy-eyed she appeared. Like a well-satisfied little dragon.
One he would see fulfilled again.
That in mind, he removed her clothes with a chant, walked her back against the wall, tilted up her chin, and eyed her tempting lips. “Meanwhile, I can think of a better way to start our day than trying to figure out a mischievous god, can’t you?”
“I can,” she murmured, more than willing to pick up where they left off.
So willing that they spent the next few hours enjoying one another. He might already know her body well, but it seemed brand new every time he pulled a nipple into his mouth or ran his tongue over her navel. Each time he nibbled the side of her neck or bit her ass. It never got old. He knew it never would.
Not this lifetime or any other if she’d have him.
He wasn’t precisely sure when he realized he wanted her to be his fated mate, only that he had. Again. Because he’d clearly already desired it when he proposed to her as a teenager. While tempted to tell her that sentiment had returned, it was pointless until his Múspellsheimr side felt the same. Something he prayed would happen because he couldn’t imagine letting her go after death. Never seeing her again.
Even when they eventually bathed and dressed to join the others, he wanted more of her. Somehow he was satiated and satisfied yet at the same time desperate to have her again. Needed the unique, untouchable sensation of being inside her.
