Page 37 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Just like this tasty treat right here.
As if on cue, Jör ripped his mouth away from Fen’s and cried out, throwing his head back against the other man’s shoulder as he came. I quickly pulled back, wanting to catch as much flavor as I could on my tongue. Of course, this only resulted inmoresloppiness as most of it ran down his cock and my chin.
My work here is done.
“Good boy. Sosogood…” Fen crooned as Jör shuddered in his arms, and I was thankful for him offering immediate praise when I was still busy with cleanup duty. “But I don’t believe your Master is done with you yet.”
You got that right.
Swallowing what I could, I hummed in approval and slid back onto the bed to make room. “Not yet. Help our boy lie down so he can continue pleasing me.” Fen froze, and it took a moment for me to realize what I’d said.
Our.
Jör could be ours…
I cocked an eyebrow at Fen—daring him to call me out while mostly hoping to hurry him along. Luckily, he moved past my slip and simply used his big strong muscles to get my new toy into position for me to play with while I got undressed.
Soon enough, Jör was spread out like a tastysmorgasbord,still coming down from his orgasm, and gazing at me with dreamy heart eyes like the adorable destructor he was. Fen remained at his post beside the bed, standing over Jör’s head, but my attention was on the main attraction. Confirming my suspicion that these monsters had zero refractory time, Jör’s dragon dick was still hard and resting on his abs—like a grinder just waiting for me to bump and grind.
Don’t mind if I do.
Straddling Jör’s muscular thighs, I reached between his legs and gently slid a couple of fingers into his cockpocket, making him squirm. Gathering his wetness, I spread it down his cock to use as extra lube when combined with what I was bringing to the table.
Because Little Iola is drooling.
He bucked and moaned, so deliciously needy I could barely stand it. “Yesss… Oh, fuck… Please,please.”
“You want me to fuck you, pet?” I cooed as I lowered myself and began slowly rubbing my clit over the raised nubs of his cock. “Because I have toys in my suitcase that could allow me to do that.”
Both men snapped their attention to my face. Fen was intrigued while Jör looked about two seconds away from spontaneously combusting.
“Rán below, yes, please!” he gasped, driving upward to give me more resistance. “Maybe you and Fen can fuck me together.”
Holy shit.
Fen hissed again, but I refused to look at him to see what his expression held. Instead, I leaned down and silenced Jör with a kiss, tangling my tongue with his ridged one, and swallowing down his slutty little whimpers as I continued to chase my release. All the while, Jör trailed his fingers over my body—down my spine, up my thighs, through my hair, anywhere he could reach. His touch was soft, almost reverent, and I recalled how Fen had explained the importance ofVölvasin their culture.
It was odd to think that these men respected me at all—never mind held me in high regard—especially since they were still technically my kidnappers. But I quickly reminded myself the only reason they brought me here was to sneak them into Valhalla, and thatmymain purpose was to squeeze in as many orgasms as I could before they left.
Don’t catch feelings for anyone who can’t catch ’em back.
I sat back up and made the mistake of meeting Fen’s gaze. He was doing nothing to hide the fact he was watchingme,and suddenly, I needed to think of a way to distract both these terrible temptations before things went in a dangerous,emotionaldirection.
“Mypet wants us both to fuck him.” I tried for a haughty tone, but it came out more breathless than anything. “Why don’t you stuff his mouth with your cock?”
Jör whined, already scrabbling over his head to clumsily unbuckle Fen’s Scholarly Sven dress pants. True to form, Daddy calmly did it himself, wrestling himself free but maintaining eye contact with me the entire time—daring me to look.
Fine.
A girl only has so much willpower, after all.
I unapologetically let my gaze fall to Fen’s dick and my mouthwateredat what I saw. It looked human enough—besides being pornstar length and thickness—but just as I’d hoped, Wolf Daddy had a Wolf Daddy knot.
Honestly, I might join them in Valhalla after this adventure is done.
Before I could start comparing notes with my latest paranormal romance read, Fen slid us closer to the edge, until Jör’s head was hanging off the bed. “Ready,beibe?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jör replied, barely audible and clearly wrecked, but obediently asking for more.
