Page 17 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Unfortunately for him—but fortunately for me—Jör had zero filter. “Oh, yes.” He swallowed quickly and set down his glass, adorably eager to spill the tea. “Fen takessuchgood care of me! My human body can only take so much before it needs to heal, so he makes sure I’m all fixed up for when Surt wants to play again.”
It was then I noticed the painful looking bite mark on the juncture of Jör’s neck and shoulder, half-hidden by his makeshift toga. If I didn’t know any better—and I did, thanks to Leia’s exploits—the placement and intensity of the wound reeked of a mating bite, which made no sense. These three men had most likely been together for centuries, so the claiming part of their relationships was long past needing to be established.
Unless a rival appears in an alpha’s territory.
Knowing Surt did this on account of li’l ol’ me made my competitive tendencies roar to life. I was more than capable of being a switch in the bedroom, but what I preferred—where I was in my element—was when everyone else was on their knees.
There’s a new alpha in town, bishes.
“What a lucky boy you are,” I cooed, tracing a finger along Jör’s still sweaty arm. “You have a Sir to wreck your ass and a Daddy to make it all better.”
He shivered, his eyelashes fluttering. “Iamlucky, aren’t I?” When his pretty aquamarine eyes refocused on me, there was a question in them that went beyond the one he was asking out loud.
Fen was watching us closely from across the kitchen island, but his expression was more curious than anything, so I felt it was safe to continue my hunt in his presence.
Let’s be real—I wouldn’t have stopped either way.
“So lucky. And sogood,”I confirmed, loving how responsive he was. An evil plan was already forming in my mind for exactly how I would infiltrate this throuple in a way that would be satisfactory to everyone involved.
Well… to me and Jör, at least.
Frankly, I didn’t care what Fen or Surt wanted. Sexy Sven had led me on, and kidnapped me, and Captain Jack-off was a grade-A jerk. If I was going to be trapped on this island—because, yes, I’d already taken full stock of the situation before making my jailbreak known—then I sure as shit wouldn’t be celibate while doing it.
Determined to stake my claim, I continued my lecherous path along Jör’s pebbled skin. Lightly trailing my finger over his shoulder, I paused at the mate bite, and gave it a hard rub that had him releasing a slutty little moan.
Perfect.
“You have everything a good boy could want, but I wonder…” I mused, tilting his chin so he was gazing down at me. “Do you still need someone toplease?”
“Yes,” he rasped, his voice breaking in desperation. “I would very much like to please you.”
Again, his willingness to lay it all on the table threw me for a loop. My gaze drifted to Fen again to find his expression had darkened, noticing he looked as close to feral as I was feeling.
Too bad, because payback’s a bitch.
“Do you like this, Fen?” I smirked, allowing my hand to travel down the front of Jör’s toga, tracing his pecs and abs on my way further south. “You wanna watch me dominate your sweet boy?”
The wolf was already telling me everything I needed to know. His chest was heaving, his pale blue eyes blown out as they tracked my hand’s trajectory to where Jör was packing the tentapeen of my dreams.
Or… not?
My confidence momentarily faltered when I discovered nothing between his legs, but then he gave a tiny thrust—a subtle ask for permission—andsomethingnudged me from beneath the folds of the bedsheet.
“I suggest you remove your hand before I remove it for you, seer.”
With an exaggerated sigh, I released Jör and slowly spun my stool to face Surt, startling when I found him standing therebutt-ass naked.
Don’t look at his cock. Don’t look at his cock.
It took an amount of willpower I didn’t think I possessed, but I managed to hide my surpriseandkeep my gaze above the proverbial belt.
I deserve all the gold stars.
“What’s the problem, Surt?” I sneered, manspreading my legs to take up as much space as possible. “Jör doesn’t seem to mind, so I don’t see why this is any of your business—”
“Because that’s my mate,” he growled in return.
That made me hesitate. Several of Leia’s monsters had paired off as mates—outside of the free-for-all of fucking most were involved in—and while their bonds withherwere unaffected, it did result in deeper emotions than the camaraderie they all felt for each other.
