Page 61 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
With a roar, I broke free from Gleipnir and launched myself at Iola’s assaulter. He deftly tossed her to the other man and expanded his size to match mine before I took him down. Teeth bit, claws scratched, and fists punched as we traded punishing blows to the sound of Iola screaming at us to stop.
Why does she want him to live?
“Don’t listen to her, Fen,” the giant chuckled in my ear as we tussled—his blood mixing with mine to soak the ground of Lyngvi. “I love seeing you like this.”
Surt?
I instantly retook my human form, horrified to realize I’d almost killed one of my closest companions. “Surt!” I exclaimed, tears blurring my vision as I pawed at him—desperate to identify the deepest wounds. “I’m so sorry… I—”
“Freedyourselffrom Gleipnir.” He was battered and bruised, but grinning wildly at me as he helped me to my feet. “Quite a difference from the last time, hmm?”
I freed myself…
Almost fearfully, I glanced around, half expecting to see the sky turning red with flames from the encroaching forces of Muspelheim. But the sky was cloudless and blue, and there was nothing to see besides the four of us, Gjöll, and the tattered remains of Gleipnir.
I freed myself, and Ragnarok did not arrive.
“What does it mean?” Jör whispered into Iola’s blood-red hair, the pure hope in his eyes making me ache.
I wanted to tell him we were finally free of the prophecies that bound us from the day we were born, but I knew the truth. What it actually meant was that there was no escape from my desire for Iola—that even willingly undertaking my legendary bondage for a second time wasn’t enough to keep me away from her.
That there are forces more powerful than fate.
Surt had his own interpretation of the day’s events. “It means we are free to shape our destiny. That no one can keep us from Valhalla now. It means we are gods.”
Heimdall save us all.
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IOLA
While I was grateful Fen was back with us—relatively unharmed, thanks to his monstrous super healing—I was still struggling to understand his actions.
Why the hell would he go back to the island where he was imprisoned?
Since we’d reboarded the yacht, our runaway wolf had barely spoken a word. He’d tried to disappear below deck, but Surt wordlessly pointed at the saloon seating before taking the wheel. As soon as Fen obeyed, Jör wrapped himself around him like the snake he was, and I took a seat across the way. It wasn’t explicitly said, but clearly, none of us wanted to let him out of our sight again.
Seriously, who does that?
While I wanted to focus all my annoyance on the wolf, there was another monster present who deserved a large slice of my irate attention. For some ungodly reason, I couldn’t shake the visceral memory of being pressed against Surt’s body—even if I was infuriated with the way he’d handled me.
Even if it did result in Fen freeing himself.
Even if I was kind of into the whole thing…
It wasn’t like Ineverlet men top me in the bedroom, but I made it my personal mission to never give men likeSurtthe upper hand. He was arrogant, disrespectful, and aggressive—the worst kind of self-proclaiming alpha male. Even more infuriating was how heexpectedsubmission, willfully misunderstanding how another person kneeling for you was a gift.
And howtheyare actually the ones in control.
The thing that bothered me most was how he seemed to believe whatever he was packing was better than my store-bought cocks.
I wouldn’t be so sure…
Technology has come a long way, baby.
All of this was why I was furious at myself for getting a lady-boner over the feel of his huge hand cupping my pussy while the other cut off my airways.
Stupid sexy glaring man.
