Page 66 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Literally a second coming.
As always, it wasn’t long before my legs started to shake and my knuckles turned white from where I was gripping the sheets to hold on. I was so delirious with my impending orgasm that I almost missed the door slowly opening.
Because, of course, they couldn’t stay away.
“Fen…” I moaned as my body seized up, unable to stop the waves of pleasure from washing over me.
Or the eye contact I was making with Sexy Sven while it happened.
Oops...
I turned off the toy as I came down from my orgasm—not even mad that Fen’s unexpected appearance had made the experience ten times better.
Thanks for the assist, dude.
His heated gaze dropped to the toy between my thighs—still clutched in my hand and decidedly wetter than when I started.
“Again,” he murmured. His tone was low, but thecommandbehind his words was unmistakable.
“What?” I panted, trying to sound annoyed even as my pussy throbbed in approval.
Fen’s gaze snapped to mine. “Give me one more. I want to watch you soak his pillow like a good girl.”
Jeeesusss…
All at once, Igotthe daddy kink thing, because there was suddenly nothing I wanted more than to desecrate another man’s pillow and make this one proud.
I’m gonna be the goodest girl for Wolf Daddy.
“Fine,” I huffed, shifting onto my back and propping myself up on my elbows. Fen had heard me recite the traffic light system to Jör earlier, so I knew all I had to do was safe out if I needed to—which I wouldn’t. “I suppose you want a front-row seat?”
“Yes,” Fen replied without hesitation, closing the distance between us in two strides before sitting on the rickety bed. With unwavering focus, he watched me use the pillow as leverage to reposition the rose against my clit and turn it on again. “This next orgasm belongs to me.”
Jesus Christ!
“You can tell yourself that if it helps,” I breathily replied, even as I dropped my knees open to give him a better view. “For all you know, I’m thinking of Jör’s dragon dick… or whatever double-fister Surt’s packing…” My voice caught as I did just that—feeling orgasm number two already barreling toward me at an alarming rate.
Fen smirked, his gaze still locked on my pussy as he began trailing his fingertips along my calf and up my inner thigh. His touch was so light, it bordered on nonexistent, and I whined when he came close to my pussy, only to turn back—all the way down to my ankle—before starting all over again.
“I’m sure youarewondering how Jör would feel inside you,” he absently mused, continuing his tortuous loop as I tried to subtly nudge his hand where I wanted it to go. “And how thick Surt actually is.” His blue eyes met mine, and I almost came on the spot from the raw lust waiting for me there. That his irises were ringed in mildly threatening yellow only dragged me closer to the edge. “But what I want you thinking about right now ismestuffing that pretty cunt with my cock. Stretching you until you’re ready to take my knot.”
Jesus FUCKING Christ!
I practically ended up on the ceiling with how intensely my back arched as I came again—shouting loud enough to wake the dead.
Never mind if it was Fen’s name on my lips.
I’ll take that to my grave.
Apparently, Wolf Daddy took my orgasm-drunk babbling as the invitation it was. His lips were suddenly crushed to mine—his tongue licking its way into my mouth as he swallowed what was left of my cries.
“Please…” I gasped, turning off my toy and kicking the soggy pillow out of the way before pulling him closer. Realizing it wasn’t clear what I was begging for, I slid my hands down his muscular body and began fumbling with his belt buckle.
Gimme that wolf dick.
He chuckled, helping me unbuckle and unzip until his deliciously fat cock was lying heavy in my hands. I’d only enjoyed a glimpse of it when we tag-teamed Jör. This time, I took a moment to map its length and thickness with my hands—tracing a throbbing vein to the half-inflated knot above his balls.
I can totally take him.
