Page 65 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
IOLA
Iwasn’t entirely sold on the idea of being dragged beneath the waves to reach the gates of Helheim. To my relief, Hazun mentioned a nearby waterfall we could pass under that would take us directly to our destination.
How exactly? No one seemed to have an answer to that.
You just have to suspend your disbelief with mythology.
And monster romance…
After giving the guys directions, the mysterious two-legged merman said his goodbyes to Jör and gracefully dove beneath the waves. I watched the area where he’d disappeared for as long as I could—but never saw him resurface.
Curiouser and curiouser.
“I don’t like him,” Surt grumbled, to no one’s surprise. “How did he know where we were headed? Or that Iola was a seer?” He squeezed me tighter, apparently not yet realizing he was stilltouching me willingly,
Don’t make any sudden movements…
Jör shrugged, unconcerned. “Hazun justknowsthings—the sea truly talks to him.” As I caught up with the strangeness of this statement, his pretty aquamarine eyes narrowed. “Although, I should have asked himhowI accessed my true form so easily, since he implied he knew…”
Nope!
Luckily, I was saved from needing to redirect the conversation when Surt busted in with his Very Important Opinion instead. “Obviously, it’s because we’re close to achieving our goal of entering Valhalla in our true forms.”
The sea snake frowned but nodded, his focus still out to sea. Unfortunately, Fen’s calculating gaze was locked on me, and I did not like it one bit.
Nothing to see here!
“We may never know,” I blurted out, elbowing my way out of Surt’s hold. “But if y’all can handle getting us to Helheim, I’m going to go lie down for a while.”
And Idon’twant anyone following me this time.
I think…
To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I wanted the others to do. All I knew was I was feeling a lot of feels about a lot of things.
I was incredibly torn over my compulsion tohelpthese men, even knowing their original plan was a doomsday death pact. I was also confused by how my body responded to both Fen’s mate announcement and Surt’s possessive manhandling. Most of all, I was frustrated that my misguided heart kept trying to steal the keys from Little Iola, even though puttingthatbish in the driver’s seat was a one-way ticket to disappointment.
And I’d rather return to Greece withsomedignity intact.
Even if I wouldn’t mind other parts of me getting wrecked…
One thing I understood completely was how godsdamn horny I was. The last thing I needed was for my current condition to obscure the larger issues at hand, so I beelined for the stateroom to see what I’d packed that could scratch the itch. After rustling around in my luggage, I released a cry of triumph to discover my vibrating rose nestled among my other toys.
Good thinking, Past Iola!
Not wanting to be interrupted while tending to my dire needs, I grabbed the rose and slipped back into the hallway before choosing another door at random. I froze when it led to the storage room where Surt had been sleeping, but then a slow, evil smile crept over my face—like when the cartoon Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.
Time to return a favor.
Because yeah, I hadn’t missed the puddle of cum waiting for me on my first night on the island, even if Fen had tried to strip the bed before I noticed. Call me petty—and you would be correct—but I could think of nothing better to ease my aggravation than marinating Surt’s pillow in my womanly juices.
Enjoy the petty pussy perfume, motherfucker!
The rose wasn’t really designed to ride, but that wouldn’t stop me. I quickly stripped and climbed onto Surt’s cot—stuffing the pillow between my thighs before balancing the rose on top with one hand. Getting myself situated, I fired up my toy and lowered my clit into the magical hole of vibrating goodness.
“Oh, fuck!”I gasped—just like every time I busted out this modern marvel.
Seriously, whoever had invented the rose toy should be given an award for how expertly it sucked my soul from my body, only to resurrect it and unalive me all over again.
