Page 19 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
“Fine,” Surt brusquely replied with his gaze still locked on me. “You mayborrowwhat’s mine, Iola. With restrictions.”
Oh, isthathow you think it’s gonna be?
I had little intention of letting this man police what I did in the bedroom, but my curiosity got the better of me. “And just what are we notallowedto do?”
Surt dropped his hand to Jör’s bed sheet-toga-covered crotch, expertly fondling him, making the other man moan.
What are you hiding under there, little snake?
“There will be no penetration.” He smirked evilly. “I don’t need his cock contaminated with your cunt.”
Oh, you silly man.
I almost laughed in his smug face, but decided not to give the game away. “Fine. Jör doesn’t penetrate me. Got it.”
Good thing I brought my strapless strap-on.
Surt’s eyes narrowed at how readily I agreed, but I simply smiled serenely and popped another meatball in my mouth.
I truly can’t help myself.
“Why don’t you get Jör cleaned up, Surt.” Fen expertly steered us away from our employee benefit negotiations. “I’d like to talk with Iola about how she might assist with our… curse.”
Surt looked surprised, but nodded. Wrapping a hand around the back of Jör’s neck possessively, he led him from the room—shooting me one last triumphant look on the way out.
Whatever helps you sleep at night.
After swallowing my latest meatball, I eyed Fen. “Isn’t aftercare your job?”
He tilted his chin in agreement. “It usually is, but it wouldn’t kill Surt to provide it now and then. More importantly…” He peered around me, as if checking the others were out of sight. “I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”
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“You wanted to get me alone, huh?” I teased, even as my intuition alarmingly buzzed—signalingsomethingwas incoming.
Pay attention, Iola.
And try not to pass out.
I braced myself for the possibility of experiencing a prophetic episode in front of someone I didn’t particularly trust and focused on keeping my breaths even. “Should we go somewhere more private? Like my bedroom?”
In case I need to lie down…
I knew how it sounded, even if I had no intention of fooling around with this man—at least, not without some proper groveling. But I also didn’t mind the idea of leading him on in the meantime.
An eye for an eye.
Fen tensed and glanced in the direction Surt and Jör had disappeared once again. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Jesus.
I get it, dude—you’re not interested.
Now that my appetite for both meatballs and dick had mysteriously vanished, I pushed aside my plate, ready to get down to it. Out of these three amigos, Fen was simply the guy delegated to deal with me.
Nothing more, nothing less.
