Page 30 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Okay, but now I’m horny.
What other people did in the bedroom was usually none of my business, but that was before a certain grump decided he was going to govern what I did in mine.
Incoming!
“Oh! This reminds me, Surt.” I leaned into his personal space, intentionally crowding him. “You said I wasn’t allowed to putJör’sdamage twig in my damagechasm,but what about the other way around? Like reverse damage points?”
Jör clapped his hands excitedly while Fen furrowed his brow in confusion. Surt simply gaped at me a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. “I think we’re done for the day,” he sighed. “Let us reconvene before dinner and see if Iola can pinpoint where Sinmara’s chest is located.”
Before I could ask whoSinmarawas, he abruptly rose from his stool and stomped away, shaking his head while muttering about being ‘surrounded by idiots.’
Welcome to my life on hot-bod monster island, dude.
“I think he likes me.” I grinned at Fen, feeling like maybe I’d forgiven him a teensy bit for kidnapping me.
Collective roasting goes a long way.
He smiled so adoringly, my breath caught. “Yes. The mere fact Surt hasn’t killed you speaks volumes of his affection. He must be as smitten as the rest of us.”
The rest of you, huh?
As if drawn to the increase in pheromones—which wouldn’t have surprised me—Jör draped his arms over my shoulders from behind before cuddling closer.
So much for asking to touch me…
But I’ll allow it.
“Can we show Iola around the island, Fen?” Jör mumbled, his words muffled in my hair. “You’ve been so busy all morning and I need fresh air and exercise.”
Big golden retriever energy.
“Would you like a tour, Iola?” Fen asked—his attention briefly flickered to where Jör was nuzzling me before meeting my gaze again. His expression was as serene as ever, but the unmistakable lust in his eyes gave him away. The blue had darkened to the color of ocean depths, the irises ringed in a yellowish glow that tugged at my memory.
Where have I seen that before?
Determined to continue reminding these predators who the real alpha was around here, I breezily laughed. “Ooh, I’m getting attention frombothof you for the afternoon? Maybe we should see if Surt wants to join. I think I could handle all three of you at once.”
Fen sharply inhaled while Jör moaned softly against my neck. “Blódughadda,”he growled before nipping my neck with his sharp teeth, making me yelp.
Big bitey puppy energy.
“Jesus, Jör!” I laughed. “Does the Scandinavian spell you’re invoking make my skin taste better?”
He cackled maniacally and spun me to face him. “Blódughaddameans ‘bloody hair’ and was one of the nine daughters of Ægir and Rán, gods of the sea. These daughters were waves personified, although I’ve never metBlódughaddapersonally… until now…”
Jör leaned down, possibly for a second helping, but I wiggled away and ran around the kitchen island to hide behind Fen. “Save me!” I cried in mock-terror. “Save me from becoming a virgin sacrifice to the World Serpent, Daddy!”
Fen froze. I froze. Jör grinned broadly—displaying all his terrifying chompers.
Good job, Iola.
Because the sexual tension around here wasn’t tense enough.
Ever since my impromptu playtime with Jör, Surt had done his best to make sure the snake was occupyinghisbed every spare moment of the day. That is, when Jör wasn’t outside, completing his seemingly never-ending cycle of an icy ocean dip, followed by their hot-as-Hades sauna. When I’d asked him how he could stand such extremes, he’d simply laughed and said,“Lagom är bäst.”
The right measure is the best, apparently.
On a related note, I wasnotgetting the ‘right measure’ of dick—which had been the primary goal of my vacation—and my toys only went so far to scratch the itch. I wanted skin on skin, sweaty and unhinged until everyone involved was satisfied. And that my dream monsters were right in front of me, waving their mysterious dicks around where I couldn’t get my claws on them, was driving me crazy.
