Page 15 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
“So you decided for me. Got it.” She sighed heavily. “Knowing you’re a monsterpartlyexcuses your behavior, since acting like socially inept cavemen seems to come with the territory. I just… could have done without you pretending to be interested in me. Thanks.” Dropping her gaze, Iola frowned at the floor, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold.
Such dramatics.
I rolled my eyes, but before I could ask howelseshe’d expected him to get close to her besides feigning interest, Fen abruptly turned and grabbed one of his tacky blankets off a nearby chair before gently wrapping it around her slight shoulders.
Both hissed as his hand brushed the exposed skin of her arm, but I was too busy gaping at the fact he wascoddlingher to fully register that detail. The only other creature who got such care from him was Jör, and that was usually only after I fucked the serpent until he couldn’t move.
Come to think of it… whereishe?
My blood ran cold as I realized Jör hadn’t emerged with Iola.“Where is Jörmungandr?!”I bellowed, advancing on the seer so quickly, Fen instinctively placed himself in my warpath. “I swear, if you’ve hurt him—”
“I’m in here, Surt!” Jör’s cheerful voice echoed from the bedroom. “Just waiting for the lovely lady to come back and play with meeeee.”
Sigh.
“You handcuffed him to the bed, didn’t you?” I growled, realizing my keys were gone from my pocket. I couldn’t decide if I was more annoyed with Iola for having feminine wiles or the idiot down the hall for falling for such witchcraft.
The bane of my existence shrugged noncommittally. “He was asking for it. But I told him I needed a snack first, because lord knows, your girl isnotriding a tentapeen—or whatever that man’s packing—without fuel.”
Tentapeen?!
“You’re hungry?” Fen perked up, annoyingly reverting to his caretaker role once again. “I could fix you something to eat.”
Why is he acting so strangely?
Iola sniffed and drew the blanket more tightly around herself—displaying more dramatics. “Only if I get to watch you make it.Andyou have to taste every piece before I do.”
Fen’s lips twitched as he fought back a grin. “Of course,sötnos.Whatever you need…”
SÖTNOS?!
“Give me the keys,” I snarled impatiently as I held out my hand—needing to get away from this loathsome display.
The instant the witch dropped the keys into my palm, I was stalking down the hall. If Jör and Fen wanted to fall all over our hostage like she was an honored guest, so be it. Babysitting worked just as well as bondage, and unless she could swim for days at a time, Iola wasn’t finding her way back to the mainland. Not before she’d helped us seek revenge.
And she’d better stay out of my way in the meantime.
Upon reaching Iola’s bedroom, I found Jör handcuffed to the bed, as suspected.
Sigh.
“Surt!” he exclaimed, grinning as if hehadn’tfreed our prisoner and gotten himself into this predicament. “Will you be joining us for playtime?”
With a growl, I slammed the door shut behind me before reaching the bed in two strides. Jör yelped as I flipped him onto his stomach—painfully crossing his bound arms in the process—and tore his foolish pants in half.
“Those were my favorite lederhosen,” he grumbled, even as he wiggled his way onto his knees—presenting himself to me.
A wise decision.
“Don’t care.” I spat on his twitching hole while wrestling my cock free. “Just like I don’t care that you seem to think Iola is here to fuckinstead of putting her gifts to use on our behalf.” Without waiting for a reply, I shoved myself deep inside in one violent thrust, grinning when he hissed at the burn.
“By Thor’s hammer!” Jör gritted out. “No cunt for you today, I take it?”
“Oh, I’ll get there.” I gripped his ass with both hands and spread him wide. “First, I’m going to remind youthishole is mine.” Another thrust. “Then I’ll take your cunt.” Another. “Then, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you suck the cum out of me.”
“Your plan doesn’t seem very sanitary—” Jör sassed before I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and squeezed. Hard. “Yes, Sir!” he squeaked. “Anything you want, Sir.”
That’s better.
