Page 84 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Then, I began to move. Tilting my hips, I slowly dragged myself down his length, gasping as his fiery veins sent tendrils of pulsing pleasure through my core. His grip on my thigh tightened—urging me to go faster with his thumb relentlessly circling my clit—but I kept my pace relaxed, drawing it out for as long as possible.
For as long as I get to have him.
“Fuck, Iola,” he rasped, clearly nearing release despite my edging. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”
“Because this is fate,” I boldly replied, since there was no one here to challenge us. “And I’m going to pretend I’m yours as well.”
“Mine,” he growled against my lips.
Wrapping his arm around my back, Surt held me tightly against him—making me forget who was in control here, or why I even cared. With a moan I hoped I’d never forget, he stiffened and spilled—filling me up with everything he could give.
Finally allowing himself to do so.
Flicking my clit, he dragged me over the edge, and I found myself babbling promises to him as well. Promises that all said the same thing.
I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.
Once I’d stopped shuddering, Surt carefully slid his hand out from under me, but otherwise, we remained joined as we caught our breath. Resting my head on the unfamiliar rune tattooed over his heart, I allowed the steady beat to drown out the wind battering against our lean-to, and the dread building in my gut.
“What doesmækirmean?” I sleepily mumbled, assuming it was Old Norse for pain in the ass.
Surt sweetly rubbed my back—almost subconsciously. “It translates to sword. To me, it means the object of my obsession.”
And the object he’s destined to lose.
This confession felt like a punch to the gut. “Don’t call me that again,” I raggedly replied, infuriated that tears were traitorously leaking from my eyeballs. “Not if you’re still planning on leaving me behind.”
He nodded, but didn’t reply, which I both appreciated and hated with every ounce of my being. I knew each second that passed inched us closer to when this vision would end, and the tenuous thread between us would be cut. But all that did was make me cuddle closer, stubbornly believing I could redirect our destinies if I held on just a little longer.
Even if I know it’s all a lie.
29
JÖRMUNGANDR
Where could they be?!
The others had been missing for over 24-hours, and the only thing stopping me from diving into the sea to search the ocean floor was Fen’s steady presence.
“It’s all right,beibe,”he soothed from where he calmly steered the yacht, smiling softly as I growled at him in response.
I will not be placated!
When Iola and Surt had disappeared into thin air from Hel’s dining hall, we hadn’t known what to make of it. Yes, Iola’s consciousness had left us before, but even when she astrally projected, her physical form remained. Now there was no way to monitor her, or know if she was okay.
My Master could be alone… and hurt.
And what if she and Surt didn’t end up in the same place?
WHAT IF THEY’RE BOTH DEAD?!
It was highly unlikely that Surt would have been killed, since we were oddly resilient, despite our human forms. But Iola was a half-mortal, and even though she was a fearsome little thing, it wouldn’t take much to permanently send her to Helheim where I could never reach her…
Even the gods themselves couldn’t retrieve their beloved Baldr from the realm!
“Jör.” Fen’s firm voice coaxed me out of my panicked state once again. “Wewillfind them. Laevateinn will show us the way.”
I blew out a breath and peeked behind us at where the sword rested on the low table in the saloon seating area—willing Fen’s words to calm me.
