Page 32 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Master will have to do, I suppose.
“Jör…” I combed my fingers through his soft brown hair, already messy from his morning swim. “I am going to be pleased with whatever you offer, becauseyouplease me. Does that make sense?”
He nodded, the tension visibly leaving his hot little body as he grinned up at me. “It does. I can’t wait to play later.”
I chuckled, amazed I’d finally found someone with a higher sex drive thanme.“Same. Hopefully, Surt won’t reserve you again before I can get my hands on you.”
Jör’s grin turned decidedly more mischievous. “I’ll just pout until I get my way.”
A true brat.
“And I shall figure out how to convince Fen tosupervise,”he added, the mischief amplifying. “I have my ways.”
I laughed and gently moved his head off my lap so I could stand. “If anyone could accomplish both those feats, it’s you,danger noodle.Now let’s go find Fen for this grand island tour.”
And hope for averyhappy ending.
12
FENRIR
It was difficult enough having someone like Jör around, constantly luring Surt or me—or both of us—away from our plans. But now I was trapped on an island withtwotasty temptations on the loose.
There could be worse fates, I suppose.
Our island was actually a fairly good size, and located at the north easternmost point of the Stockholm Archipelago. This allowed us easy access to the mainland when needed, but also gave anyone looking for us a challenge.
30,000 islands to investigate would discourage anyone.
Surt and I purchased the entire island back in the 1600s from a local fishing family. Since then, we’d torn down their derelict shacks to build an open floor plan timberline structure, coated in black tar against the elements and half hidden among windswept pines.
We’d scattered additional guest houses around as well, but that was simply to thwart Sweden’s ‘everyman’s right’ law, which gave anyone permission to come ashore, as long as they weren’t within sight of a building. There were no grassy fields to speak of, and the shallow pebble beach was flanked by a steep rocky shoreline—making our location truly uninviting.
Just as we like it.
The last stop on today’s exclusive tour was the boathouse, where Iola was currently eyeing one of our top of the line speedboats with great interest.
“Do you know how to man a boat,sötnos?”I asked. My tone was casual, although my gaze was trained on her face with deadly focus.
She slowly blinked before turning to face me, shrugging awkwardly. “I mean… I took a few sailing lessons as a teenager, but I was too uncoordinated to stick with it.”
My eyes narrowed, trying to assess whether she was telling the truth. I wasn’t particularly worried about her escaping—especially as the nearest island was too far for human eyes to see. But I liked to know my opponent.
And Iola is a larger threat than she outwardly appears to be.
My wolf may have mistaken her for prey, but I recognized a fellow alpha when I saw one. Despite her smaller stature, she was truly a force to be reckoned with.
A tiny terror.
I understood why someone like her would be upset by the methods I used to get her to the island. Not only because humans were a sensitive bunch, but because I’d put her in a vulnerable position.
And Iola likes to be the one in charge.
I certainly wasn’t opposed. The way she dominated Jör was like poetry. Neither Surt nor I could make the World Serpent obey all the time, but Iola had clearly cast a spell on our slippery snake.
And me…
My desire for the half-mortal wouldn’t have felt so urgent if my wolf hadn’t already decided she was my mate. Theneedto mark her as mine was clawing a hole through my chest, but I refused to do anything about it. Not without her consent, anyway, and since I highly doubted she would forgive me for drugging her, the chances of that happening were slim to none.
