Page 13 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Of course, I wasn’t about to let this—annoyingly still sexy—psychopath know he’d won. Instead of acknowledging his threat, I allowed my gaze to trail down Surt’s enormous frame, pausing long enough on his crotch to make things uncomfortable before landing on his face once again.
“Tell me,Sur…t.”My lip curled in a smirk as I enunciated the ‘t’—making it absolutely clear he wouldneverget an honorific from me. “Does the rest of you stay proportionate when you Hulk out like this?”
To my amusement, the big guy stumbled backward before glancing down at himself in alarm, as if he somehow hadn’t noticed he was threatening the integrity of the architecture.
Interesting…
“Fuck,” was all he said—more to himself than anything—before shrinking enough to fit through the doorframe and race from the room.
Girl, bye.
“Yes.” Jör threw me a saucy wink from where he was casually leaning against what looked like the bathroom doorway. “Surtdoesstay proportionate when heHulks out.Although”—his expression grew thoughtful—“it has been a long time since he’s done that… or been able to…”
Oh.
Fuck is right.
Leia and I told each othereverything,so I knew her monsters had found it easier to shift into their true forms once they’d come into her proximity.
And… comeintoher.
I’m just gonna keep that piece of intel to myself.
The last thing I needed was to give these guys a reason to hold me hostage indefinitely. And as much as I didn’t want to negotiate with terrorists—even hot ones—I knew I should play along for now, if only to get out of these cuffs.
And possibly into someone’s pants.
Someone’s lederhosen, to be exact.
“So, Jör.” I decided to try to kill two birds with one stone. “I get the impression you like to be a good boy.”
As expected, his gaze darkened, and he immediately rejoined me on the bed. Now that my senses were no longer tinged with fear, I noticed he smelled like the sea—salty and pungent. Wild, just like him.
“Sometimes…” he murmured, his gaze tracking my tongue as I licked my lips. “Although I’m not the best at listening.”
A brat.
My favorite.
“I bet you listen really well when you want to,” I cooed—spreading my legs a little wider. These monsters could smell a purring pussy from a mile away, and I was prepared to use every weapon in my arsenal to come out on top.
Since that’s where I do my best work.
The way Jör’s gaze was riveted on my lower half told me I had him within my grasp, so I went in for the kill. “And I would beso proudif you could borrow the keys from Surt and get me out of these cuffs.”
Jör ripped his attention away from my crotch long enough to meet my gaze. That filthy smirk of his reappeared, and I realized I had no idea what this chaos gremlin was going to do next.
How thrilling!
“I would like to learn all the ways to make you proud,” he replied, and the unfiltered openness of his statement momentarily startled me. “But let us start with this.”
There was no time for me to analyze his confession. With a flourish, Jör opened his hand, revealing a shiny set of tiny keys resting on his palm.
Good boy.
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