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Fen’s story wasn’t mine to tell—and didn’t wish to enrage Iola further with whathehad suffered—so I focused on my tale. “I was afraid at first.” I traced a finger over her light brown nipple, enjoying how she wiggled when I gave it a pinch. “But I soon realized there wasn’t anything alive in the ocean big enough formeto fear. Thor and I had occasional altercations—archenemies that we were—but mostly, I simply… existed. That is, until the day I grew to be so large, I had no choice but to wrap myself around the earth and bite my tail to hold myself in place.”
My mate made a soothing noise. “That sounds lonely, growing up without your siblings like you did. I was an only child—well, until my stepmom started popping out a bunch of new kids a few years ago—but I always had Leia…”
I tensed, recalling how Surt had originally threatened Iola with Herculeia’s well-being if she didn’t cooperate. Violence was the norm for beings like us, but I now felt so protective of Iola that it extended to those she cared about as well.
How can Fen not believe this is real?
“I had a friend once. Hazun,” I hesitantly offered, wanting to soothe the anxiety I could feel radiating from her. “He was similar to what you might call a merman, although he wasn’t quite that. I tried to take a bite out of him the day we met—just to see what he was made of—and he punched me in the snout. After that, we were friends.”
Iola laughed heartily, and the sound of it felt like the sun warming my skin on a winter’s day. “You monsters are pretty much just big puppies, you know that, right?”
I grinned up at her. “Absolutely. We may bark and bite, but we also like to cuddle in a big puppy pile. At least,Ido.” When she met my gaze, I tilted my hips—nudging her with my cock beneath the water. “I also like to fuck and would love to make babies with you.”
And I think I love you.
My mate huffed another laugh before growing serious again. “Jör… I won’t ask you to choose between me and the others. How about we just enjoy each other while we can?” When my face fell, she leaned down to brush her lips over mine. “Because I intend tothoroughlyenjoy you. Would you like that, pet?”
All that and more.
It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but I understood why Iola was being cautious. I fully intended on convincing Fen—and Surt—thatthiswas our destiny. Not the far off halls of Valhalla, among gods who didn’t deserve to eat our scraps, much less dine with us.
Not Ragnarok, butthis.
Life.
And Iola.
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IOLA
By some miracle—probably his dick—Jör convinced Fen to sleep with us in the stateroom. The wolf still attempted to lie down as far away from us as possible, but our slutty sea snake had other plans.
“Please…” he sweetly begged, cuddling me while blindly groping behind himself for Fen.
So greedy.
The other man sighed, but in a way that told me he’d already folded. “What do you need,beibe?”
Jör grinned mischievously at me, but kept his tone sweet and pleading. “You. Inside me—filling me up. I feel so empty, Daddy.”
He doesn’t stand a chance.
“Fuck,”Fen murmured, confirming my suspicion that he was a goner. I heard the rustle of clothing before Jör was yanked backward—flush against his chest. “Very well. Which hole is the neediest?”
Jör’s eyes were still on me when he replied. “Whichever one our Master says.”
You cheeky little devil.
Fen growled and rested his forehead against the other man’s shoulder blade. My heart was racing—and I could already feel wetness gathering between my thighs—but I was in my element, patiently waiting for him to compose himself.
Get ready to play with the big dogs, Wolf Daddy.
With a slow breath, Fen lifted his head and calmly met my gaze. “Very well,” he repeated, his tone even. “Where shall I stuff him full?”
But first—you need to learn the rules.
“Nowhere.” I arched my brow. “Not until you address me correctly.”
