Page 82 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
His eyes were firmly fixed on the fire. “No. But I think some part of me has known what’s happening for a while.” When all I could do was gape at him for being so uncharacteristically candid, he finally raised his gaze to meet mine. “And now we’re stuck here together, for some reason…”
Unsure if he thought that was a good thing or not, I removed my hand from his and awkwardly shrugged. “Well, I’ve only brought someone else along with me once before, soooo… yeah. Whatever the message is must be for both of us.”
Like… just bang it out already.
Surt’s stare was unwavering. “You truly believe we’re in one of your visions?” When I nodded, he continued, “Outside of reality?”
I nodded again, and patiently waited as he absorbed the information, curious to see how he’d respond. His gaze flickered to the campfire for a moment before landing on me again—almost cautiously.
“And will either of us remember what happens here?” he asked, so softly, I barely heard it.
Shit.
I knew exactly where he was going with this. Surt was so fixated on his path to Valhalla, so obsessed with controlling everything along the way, that he refused to givehimselfan inch of leeway. He’d established these strict boundaries in his relationships with Fen and Jör—and they’d been mostly content with what little he could offer—but then I’d come along like a chaos grenade in his carefully constructed world.
If this fateful—mateful—connection had only existed between me and the others, he could have simply left me in the dust come judgment day, but resisting the pull between the two ofusprobably felt like walking a tightrope to a control-freak like him.
What it sounded like Surt was suggesting, in so many words, was that being thrust into this vision together was a convenient loophole—one where self-imposed rules could be lifted, if only temporarily.
So why not take advantage of this dreamworld while we can?
“I don’t know,” I hesitantly replied, even as I inched closer, praying I was interpreting his signals correctly. “When it’s just a vision, I only remember bits and pieces, and those quickly fade after I wake up. When I’m astrally projecting, I remember more, but I doubt that’s what this is…”
It was a half-truth, and a selfish one at that. But ifthiswas the only way I could convince this stubborn man to give in to what he clearly wanted—and what I wanted as well—then I would tell him whatever heneededto hear to finally get out of his own way.
Consequences be damned.
Surt blew out a slow breath before nodding, almost to himself. I opened my mouth to give him one last little nudge, but all that came out was a strangled yelp as he tackled me to the ground.
FUCK YASSSS!!!
The next minute was a blur of torn clothing and muffled curses as we both scrambled to get the other person undressed as quickly as possible. It was a—completely unsurprising—battle for dominance once again, and by the time I was wrestling with Surt’s pants, I was almost feral.
He batted my hands away and sat back on his heels to unzip himself. My gaze wasrivetedon the action—as if I was afraid both he and his dick might disappear if I didn’t track every movement.
The moment of truth.
I froze as his fancy equipment finally came into view, and not only because of how freakin’ enormous it was.
It was… glowing.
The smooth skin of his cock looked like his horns—like obsidian interspersed with bright orange veins, like lava flowing beneath the surface. Again,somethingabout this odd appearance was tugging on my awareness like déjà vu, but I didn’t know what to do with that information at the moment.
Déjàvuwithinanother vision?
How meta.
Surt must have misinterpreted my hesitation as nerves, as he chuckled darkly. “What’s the matter, seer? Surely you know how to handle a monster cock by now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. I was handlingmonsterslong before I even met you three.” When that earned me a possessive growl, I grinned. “I’m just… hoping you’re not gonna melt off my vajay with that thing.”
He chuckled again and gave himself a rough stroke. “It feels fine to me… But it’s all right if you’re too scared to find out—”
That arrogant asshole didn’t get the chance to finish his thought, as I gathered saliva in my mouth, leaned forward, and spit.
Onhis cock.
What? I’m testing the temperature!
