Page 16 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Losing myself to the familiar feel of Jör tightening around me, I continued—unrelentingly—until the only sounds in the room were my grunts, his cries, and the addicting slap of our bodies meeting, over and over.
Only once I felt Jör come on the bedspread beneath us did I withdraw, flip him over, and plunge into his other hole. I pummeled mindlessly until my overstimulated plaything was close to another release. Then I pulled out and purposefully added to the puddle between his shaking legs.
A well-deserved mess for an unwanted guest.
My satisfaction was unmatched as I marked both Jör’s body and Iola’s bed with my cum. She might have tried to seduce the serpent—and may still succeed, whether or not I liked it—but the little witch needed to understand whose house she resided in.
Mine.
Which means everything under this roof belongs to me.
To soothe the possessiveness still buzzing beneath my skin, I swallowed Jör’s writhing length, holding him steady until he’d emptied himself down my throat with a pained groan.
Including her.
“Thank you, Sir,” he gasped, as perfect as ever.
And she’d be wise not to forget it.
7
IOLA
As far as kidnappings went, this one wasn’t off to the worst start.
Sure, I was salty as fuck that Fen had deceived—and drugged—me, but the home-cooked Swedish meatballs I was now chowing down on were a tasty consolation prize.
And he didn’t drug them this time!
You might say my standards were low—and as someone who mostly dated human men, you would be correct—but this was an extreme circumstance.
And it was one thousand percent Vann’s fault.
Justknowingthese monstrous hotties were out there had made methirsty,and I was relentless when there was something I wanted. As if on cue, my newest obsession—Jör—wandered out to join us, looking as thoroughly debauched as I’d expected.
Since Surt just loudly fucked him.
Onmybed.
“Ooh, meatballs!” Jör exclaimed, snatching a handful off the serving platter and shoving them into his mouth with absolutely no concern for how sloppy he was being.
I sure hope he eats pussy with the same enthusiasm.
Instead of using a napkin, he then carelessly wiped his hand on the bed sheet he was sporting as a toga before grabbing the cold water Fen helpfully placed in front of him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbled as he raised the glass to his lips—so softly, I almost didn’t catch it.
Oh, but I heard it, all right.
“Daddy,huh?” I spun on my high top stool to face Fen so quickly, I nearly pulled a neck muscle. “The fearsomeFenrirhas a nurturing side for his sweet baby boy?”
Fen’s pale cheeks reddened deliciously, but he still did his best to glare in response to my highly invasive question.
Tough titties.
You want to kidnap me?
We’re gonna be best friends forever.
