Page 12 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
What a slut.
Come to Mommy.
“What thefuckare you doing, Jör?” an unfamiliar—and rudely timed—voice snapped from somewhere behind Magic Midgard Mike. “We asked you to monitor the girl, not dance for her.”
“But Suuuurt…”Jör’svoice has taken on a bratty quality that made me want to put himandhis lederhosen over my knee. “She wants to see my cock.”
“I didn’t say that!” I huffed.
Although he is 1000% correct.
Silence followed. Not the kind of silence where the other person was at a loss for words. This was the silence of someone waiting for an answer.
Therightanswer.
Jör was either well-trained or hadsomesense of self-preservation in that pretty head of his. Like a switch being flipped, his bravado fizzled and his gaze lowered as he gracefully stepped off the bed.
“Sorry, Sir,” he mumbled—so perfectly obedient my mouth fuckingwatered.
I tore my gaze away from my next conquest—because Jörwouldbe mine—to settle on whoever could effortlessly demand such respect.
Oh, hello, sailor!
Pirate, rather.
The man looming in the doorway—so tall he had to slouch to fit—looked as if Captain Jack Sparrow had mated with a godsdamn grizzly bear. I had few weaknesses, but even tragically still clothed, I could already tell he was packing a full coat of chest hair under his V-neck shirt. Andthatwas my kryptonite.
I wanna roll all over you like a bearskin rug.
As if my pussy had voiced her opinion aloud, Sexy Swashbuckler sharply glanced at me and immediately scowled.
Instant. Boner.
“Don’t think you can seduce your way out of this situation,seer,”he growled. “I’m the one with the keys to your freedom and am not as easy to sway as our serpent.”
My eyes narrowed, and not just because he’d—perhaps rightfully—implied I would fuck my way out of this. The pieces were falling into place about the reason for this not-so-random kidnapping, and I realized these men knew more about me than I wanted them to.
“Why are you calling me aseer?”I muttered, hoping I sounded confused enough for them to question whether they’d snatched the right snatch.
Dude in the doorway—Surt—rolled his eyes. “We are not idiots,Iola.We know who you are, we know what you can do, and youwilluse your abilities to aid us.”
Oh, is that so?
Captain Jack-off here might have read my resume, but he clearly hadnoidea who he was actually dealing with. I was Greek, a New Yorker, and part of Gen Z.
He doesn’t stand a chance.
“No,” I calmly replied, staring him down. “I won’t.”
I’d always thought the description of ‘the air crackling between us’ was just something romance authors liked to say in their spicy books. But the air in the room definitelycrackledas Surt advanced while rapidly growing in size.If he’d seemed massive before, nothing compared to having a literalgianttowering over me in a large room that suddenly seemed extremely claustrophobic.
“Youwill,”he stated, in the same ‘tone’ he’d used to get Jör to behave. “Because you’re not the only one we know everything about. If you don’t cooperate, we’ll start picking off your dear Herculeia’s monsters, one by one, until all that’s left isher.Unprotected and vulnerable.”
Shit.
Grumpy men in fur coats weren’t my only weakness. Numero uno on my list of the most important people in this life and beyond was Leia, and while I wasn’t close with all her monsters, I knew the loss of even one would feel like a knife to her heart. I didn’t know if Surt had included my niece, Agape, on his hit list, but if he was threatening to harm the most perfect chimera in existence, I would do anything he said.
Well played, asshole.
