Page 77 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Fuck.
“Like this?” I plunged into Jör again, making him yelp.
“Yes,” Surt replied, surprising me once again by sounding nothing but genuine. “I want to watch you own him.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
With a smirk, I gripped Jör’s waist to hold him steady before starting up a rhythm that was fast and rough enough to satisfy everyone involved.
Including my co-Doms.
I had never shared a sub like this before—never thought I’d enjoy it—but I was now officially a fan. Jör was in heaven, moaning deliciously, and meeting me thrust for thrust while he deepthroated his Daddy. Fen’s chest was heaving, his pleasure-drunk gaze flitting between where Jör’s mouth was working him, and my face as I chased my release.
It was the perfect visual, but I was still acutely aware of Surt. He was now pressed against me from behind—seemingly not to control my movements, but to ride along with me. Every so often, he would increase the vibration on my toy, until I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.
“That’s it, pet…” I panted, draping myself over Jör so I could reach beneath him for his cock as my thrusts grew uneven. “Come for your alphas like a good boy.”
Surt must have hit the other button, as I felt the second motor fire up. Jör released a keening sound as he stiffened, coating my hand—and the bed below—with copious monster cum.
Such a good boy.
Fen immediately followed him over the edge, and I wasn’t far behind. Surt used his thumb to press the stimulator against my clit as I came—forcefully prolonging my orgasm until I thought I might pass out.
Or disappear on another out-of-body adventure.
“Fuck,”he growled in my ear—wrapping his other arm around my waist to stop me from collapsing as my legs shook. “You drive me crazy, littlemækir.”
Whatever that means… The feeling is mutual.
I suddenlyneededthis man—needed to feel his skin on mine. Blindly groping behind me, I grabbed his rock-hard cock through his pants, gasping to discover I could barely stretch my hand over its girth. And that it wasradiatingheat.
Surt tensed and immediately backed away—out of my reach—leaving a blast of cool air in his absence. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze to focus on carefully withdrawing from Jör, realizing I’d overstepped.
How did I misjudge the situation?
“That was… enlightening…” Surt cleared his throat and began striding for the door. “Let’s all reconvene at dinner—”
“Surt…” Fen began, with disapproval in his tone.
“—to discuss strategy and next steps with Hel,” the fire giant concluded, as if he were saying his goodbyes at a casual luncheon gathering.
What a fucking asshole.
He paused at the door before briefly glancing over his shoulder to meet my gaze. For a moment, I thought he might say something, but he simply pressed his lips together and faced forward again before slipping from the room.
Good riddance.
And don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
27
IOLA
Dinner was a little…tense.
To be fair, I’d completely added to the tension with my glares, heavy sighs, and snarky comments. I was a little black rain cloud pissing all over Surt’s parade as he vehemently pushed his agenda, and this angry state was where I was determined to stay.
Because the alternative is unacceptable.
