Page 25 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
No.
Collecting her scent.
“We should keep her,” I stated, confident he’d say yes, since he obviously wanted Iola as much as I did.
And Daddy lives to please me.
Fen huffed a quiet laugh and ran his thumb over my bottom lip, his sad gaze meeting mine. “You know that’s not possible, Jör… not least of all because you can’t justkeeppeople—”
“Oh, butkidnappingthem is fine, hmm?”
I wiggled out of Fen’s hold to face Iola again. She was glaring at the man behind me with arms crossed, but the pheromones she was putting out told a different story.
She likes seeing us together!
That’s it.
We’re keeping her.
Fen cleared his throat. “On that note, I’ve brought some henbane to burn, to help with your visions. Along with this…”
I turned again to find him holding an iron staff just over a meter long. It was corroded with age, but featured the remains of bronze detailing along the shaft and on the spindle-shaped decoration at one end.
Just like what theNornsuse to weave our fate…
With a growl, I shoved past him and stalked down the hallway. Yes, I knew our endgame had always been to find our way to the gates of Valhalla—to achieve the noble death we’d been created for—but I was no longer as keen on the idea as the others. Fen knew I hadn’t been on board for a while.
How could I be, when life consistently delivered excitement?
So I did not appreciate the subtext of Fen’s reminder one bit. In fact, it was terribly rude of him to remind me of our death pact just as I found someone perfect for me.
Forus.
I didn’t stop moving until I’d exited the house, climbed over the rocks, and reached the island shore. Staring out at the stormy sea, I couldfeelmy true form clawing to get out—closer to the surface than usual, yet still frustratingly out of reach.
Peeling off my sticky pants, I dove into the choppy waves, intent on washing myself clean in the icy waters, in more ways than one. By the time I emerged, I wanted to shed the weight of prophetic visions and covert plans—of the suspicions buzzing under my skin, stubbornly insisting my destiny wasn’t set in stone.
Because nothing can be promised in the end.
10
IOLA
Watching Jör stomp away was weirdly upsetting, and from the look on Fen’s face, he was also struggling to not go after the other man and offer comfort.
His ‘baby.’
Fuck, they’re hot together.
Of course, the last thing I wanted was for this duplicitous man to know how much he affected me. Fen was an infuriating combination of boldly seductive, effortlessly cool, and selectively sweet. The combination worked well for the whole Daddy vibe he had going on, but it made it difficult for me to get a solid read on him.
And now the idiot’s offering to drug me again…
Why do men?
“How ‘bout we see what I can dowithoutthe hallucinogenic henbane, theeenks.” I smoothed my skirt down over what was left of my torn and soaked panties, willing my legs to stop feeling like they were made of jelly.
The orgasm I’d just experienced had been mind-blowing. It didn’t surprise me that asnakewould be good with his tongue, but whatever fancy ridges were involved had made it feel like the island beneath us was in danger of breaking free from the earth to float off toward the horizon. Overall, it was solidly in my top five of best climaxesnotachieved by yours truly.
