Page 55 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Mature adult that I was, I deflected. “Is that whatyouwant, Fen?” I snarled in return, placing my feet flat on the bed and spreading myself wide—smirking as his nostrils flared. “To blame your indecision on the best pussy you ever tasted?”
Fight me, bro.
Jör crawled across the bed on shaky limbs until he was cuddled up beside me again. “Please, Daddy,” he whimpered in that irresistible voice of his. “I want to watch you make Iola come.”
Fen huffed but didn’t back down. Unchecked, our stand-off might have lasted through the night, but then Jör reached down and dragged his hand through the cum on my stomach. He transported it lower to coat my throbbing pussy—smiling with satisfaction as he pushed some inside me.
This. Man.
“I bet we taste even better together,” he added, like the best bratty wingman a girl could hope for.
This. Fucking. Man.
Jör definitely knew his target audience, as Fen was tongue-deep inside me before I even realized he’d moved. I gasped as he shoved my thighs onto my chest, digging his nails into my sensitive skin so deeply it felt like he was drawing blood.
Wait… IS he drawing blood?
At first, I thought it was the stateroom’s low lighting, but Fen’s body looked like it had grown larger. His back had curled as he feasted on me, the shadows swallowing him up like a coat of black fur…
OH, MY GAWD!
“Fenrir…” Jör whispered in awe as he casually played with my nipples, sending a confusing mixture of fear and pleasure ricocheting through my veins.
What have I done?
My survival instincts were telling me to run—to put distance between us before these men realizedIwas the reason they could shift so easily. But thenFenrirdemonstrated how superior his tongue was in this form with a swipe up my center that had my legs shaking, already on the razor’s edge of release.
Fuck it.
Arching my back, I buriedmyclaws into the thick fur covering his shoulder blades, holding this wild beast-man in place so I could ride out my pleasure on his glorious monster tongue.
How will I ever be satisfied with human men again?
How will I ever be satisfied with anything after this?
This time, when I came, I didn’t disappear into a vision or astral project to some mysterious location. I held on tight to what I could in the present moment, to the belief that I would pick myself up again once this was over. Just like I always did.
No matter what the future holds.
20
IOLA
“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!”
I was startled awake to find Surt glaring down at me like I’d personally pissed in his Cheerios.
Grumpios is more like it…
“Who?” I murmured, sitting up to rub the sleep from my eyes—noticing that someone had considerately covered me up with the navy blue quilt overnight.
Presumably after I passed out from orgasm overload.
Apparently not understanding how normal brain function didn’t occur untilaftercoffee, Surt threw his hands into the air in exasperation. “Fenrir, of course! He relieved me at the wheel around 3 am, but when Jör went to relieve him a few minutes ago, he found us anchored with no sign of Fen.”
Panic was bubbling to the surface, but I forced myself to remain calm and examine the facts. If it was foul play, whoever his abductor was wouldn’t have bothered to anchor us, and if we were anchored, we were no longer in the open ocean.
Did he go ashore somewhere?
