Page 53 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Fen’s jaw ticked as we stared each other down. Before he could bolt again, Jör reached over his shoulder, holding the wolf in place as he shamelessly writhed against him.
“Please, Daddy,” he purred. “Just ask nicely—like you tell me to do.”
Such a delicious brat.
Smirking, I licked my lips, and Fen tracked the movement like the predator he was. I hoped he was remembering the kiss we’d shared in the bathroom, when white hot electricity raced through my veins.
Did you feel that, too?
“Where shall I stuff him full…” he repeated, low and gravely, his blue eyes darkening. “Master?”
Fuuuuck.
I bit the inside of my mouth to stop a moan from escaping, keeping my face as impassive as possible. I deserved all the gold stars for my performance, because never in the history of my entire dating career had a man sounded this hot while submitting.
He would sound even better on his knees.
“In his ass,” I coldly replied. “And go light on the lube. I want you to make it hurt so we can then make it better. Together.”
“Thank you, Master,” Jör breathily whispered as Fen dropped his head again with another curse.
Jör’s cock had emerged to nudge against my stomach insistently, and I was tempted to hike a leg around his slim waist and begin rubbing my clit along those magical nubs once again.
But good little pets come first.
Wedging a hand between us, I found his frontal hole—unsurprisingly soaked—and slid two fingers inside with an obscenely wet sound. He whined and tried to take me deeper, but I held steady and peered over his shoulder.
“What are you waiting for, Fen?” I teased. “I want to feel you stuffing him full.”
I want to feelyou.
The wolf’s teeth were bared and his breathing was ragged. But he did as he was told—cracking open a bottle of lube to coat them both lightly before lining himself up.
I hadn’t specified skipping the rest of the prep, but I trusted Fen knew Jör’s body inside and out, so I wasn’t worried. My suspicions were soon confirmed. The snake’s expression turned more euphoric with every measured thrust, while I reveled in the feel of Fen’s cock dragging over my fingers through the thin barrier separating us as he forced his way inside.
This is everything.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, rewarding my pet with a sweet kiss on his trembling lips. “So perfect while Daddy fills that tight little hole.”
“Odin’s balls, Iola,” Fen gritted out. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
Oh, I’m just getting started.
“You’re doing well, too, Fen,” I praised, smirking again as he growled in annoyance. “Such a good Daddy, giving our pet what he needs.”
He rolled his eyes while continuing to work his way in, but I could tell he didn’t hate our roles as much as he wanted me to think. It took a special kind of man to not feel threatened by a woman running the show like I was, and since Fen livedto please hisbeibe,I knewwe shared a common goal.
Because what beibe wants, beibe gets.
“Please,” Jör whimpered once Fen was fully seated and waiting for him to adjust. “Ineedyou both to fuck me. I-I… need to be full.”
I stilled my fingers. “Would you like me to get a toy from my suitcase?”
“No!” he gasped, reaching down to grab my wrist and hold me in place. “Don’t leave. Just keep going like this, but…more.”
Anything you want, pet.
It was addicting, wringing pleasure from this man, and not only because of how responsive he was. Jör had none of the usual hangups about sex, aside from his brief—and completely mistaken—concern that I wouldn’t be into his fancy monster accessories. Otherwise, he liked what he liked and was unashamed to ask for what he wanted until he got it.
