Page 22 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
“She understands what’s at stake?” Surt appeared, also looking fresh from the shower, but still as grumpy as ever.
Of course, this made me think of the two mensharinga shower, and it was all I could do not to demand my luggage so I could dip into my toys.
But apparently, it’s time to work.
On my vacation.
“Yes, Surt,” Fen replied—that odd edge to his voice making an appearance again. “Our little seer has been caught up on everything she needs to know.”
Refusing to allow myself to preen over the offhand use of ‘our,’ I nodded and gave the group my sweetest smile. There was no doubt these men had their own agendas—and secrets—but so did I. If this trio of immortals needed my help to sneak into Valhalla, so be it. I’d use the time we had together to reevaluatemygoals and ride some monster dong.
Pretty much what I was hoping for during my break, anyway.
Once this little adventure was over, I’d hopefully have a fresh perspective on what I truly wanted, both personally and professionally.
The gods know I should probably start living.
9
JÖRMUNGANDR
Iwas extremely put out that Fen had decided we should work instead of fuck.
Especially when there’s someone new to play with!
Someone who’s so pretty.
Iola being here was exciting and new.Iwas used to being the pretty one, the one everyone doted on in their own ways. But this half-mortal was so shockingly pleasant to look at—and she smelled so good!—that I was already scheming a million ways to make her happy.
Like helping her unpack!
“Jör!Why are you… What are you doing?”
I grinned cheerfully at my new obsession over the mound of clothing and other fascinating items I’d eagerly dumped all over her bedroom floor.
“Getting you settled in!” I sang, sorting her belongings by color, starting with red.
Like her wondrous hair…
Iola’s flowing locks reminded me of the cinnamon candy Fen bought for me whenever we went to the mainland to terrorize the locals. I loved how it crackled on my tongue and made my human form sweat to the point of mild discomfort. Both sensations only made me want to pour the entire box down my throat at once.
Just like I want to devour her.
“That’s so… thoughtful. Thank you.” She climbed off the freshly made bed to kneel beside me, and while I tried my best not to stare at the way her skirt rode up her thighs, it was a losing battle. “But I doubt I’ll be staying long enough to need to unpack.”
Pure panic unlike anything I’d experienced before shot through me. “You’re not leaving!” I shouted before tackling her to the floor. “I only just got you and I am not giving you up.”
“Jör!” Iola shrieked and tried to wiggle away, but I’d plastered myself to her smaller frame, pinning her against the floor to prevent her escape.
And maybe to take a little sniff.
She smelled like cinnamon and honeysuckle and magical rainbows, and I could already feel my cock stirring to life inside me.
Fuck.
Surt said we couldn’t.
I want to, though…
