Page 68 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Double fuck.
The strong independent woman in me wanted to tell this guy to get bent—that there was no way in hell he was gonna make me hismateif he was just planning to leave. My body had other plans, however, because I also felt like I might physically die if I didn’t get mate-marked and knotted in the next two minutes.
Talk about mixed signals.
What tipped the scales was the deeply buried part of me that hoped Fen would give up this ridiculous quest for Valhalla ifhis wolfstaked its claim. And while I knew using sex as ammunition was shady as fuck—especially if his primal nature was in control at the moment—I selfishly decided I no longer cared.
All’s fair…
“Do it,” I hissed, even as tears pricked my eyelids at how this would inevitably end. “Make me yours.”
Green light.
I braced myself for impact, but Fen’s touch turned gentle instead. Sweeping my hair out of the way, he ran his nose up and down my neck, soothing my tangled emotions as he breathed me in. He then slid a hand beneath me, rubbing slow circles on my clit as he began steadily dragging his thick cock over my g-spot—making me forget every single reason this was a bad idea.
What’s one more log on the pyre, after all?
Angling his hips, Fen worked his way in deeper with every thrust, methodically stretching me with his knot until it miraculously breached my opening.
The instant it locked into place, I bucked, sobbing into the mattress as an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced before tore through me. Not only was it the most intense, but it felt like it would never end—rippling through my nervous system like an echo. This made me wish forotherthings to last forever. Things I had no business hoping for.
Impossible things.
Please…
“Mine,” Fen groaned as I tightened around him, his fur tickling my sweaty skin as he sank his fangs into my neck—claiming me as his.
Another orgasm shot down my spine as he shattered… filling me up even as he took something vital from me. Something I’d never get in return, because I would never ask for it.
Please, just tell me you’ll stay.
24
SURTR
It won’t be long until we leave this cursed realm.
All we need is Laevateinn.
My lips flattened into a grim line as I steered us through the waterfall the PersianHafstrambrhad provided directions to. Despite his meddling, I knew the sea-talker spoke the truth, even if I didn’t approve of how he apparently had a history withmyJörmungandr.
Or how interested he’d been in…myseer.
Godsdamnit.
The pull I felt toward Iola was driving me mad—to where I now took any opportunity to touch her, simply for the relief it brought. That bit of contact was all I would allow myself to pursue, however, even if sinking into her wet heat would soothe the beast writhing beneath my skin.
My true form.
Fen and Jör smelled like Iola constantly now, which also wasn’t helping my restraint. Just yesterday, the wolf had rubbed salt in the wound by sneaking off after Iola, like a stray dog sniffing out a bitch in heat. Whenshe’dreappeared with a godsdamnmate bite—after defiling my cot with her scent—I almost snapped.
Certainly, I deserve Valhalla after this.
The seer may have occasionally proven herself useful on this journey, but the distraction that came along with her constant presence was taking its toll.
It would be best for all of us to part ways.
Exactlyhowto get rid of her—aside from throwing her overboard—was what I was mulling over as the gates of Helheim came into view beyond the icy waters. Jör had already declared her as his mate, and Fen was close behind on adopting the foolish notion. Neither seemed to understand how ridiculous the concept was, so I had to tread carefully with how I dealt with the situation.
