Page 33 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
I fear that ship has sailed.
“Okay, that’s enough tour for today! Let’s go back inside and get some real exercise.”
Iola huffed a laugh at Jör’s singular focus. “Patience, pet,” she replied. “I’m supposed to go vision questing again before we’reallowedto play, remember?”
I frowned, disapproving of how Surt was using Jör as a carrot to make Iola do what he wanted—on top of his initial threat to hurt those she cared about.
As ifyou’rebehaving any better, Fen.
At least Surt was showing her where his priorities were, which was far better than my ongoing deception. Besides the way I’d brought her to the island, I hadn’t been completely honest with what the three of us were trying to accomplish.
A repeat of the end of days.
My reasoning was that no mortal—or half-mortal—would agree to dooming the planet they lived on, soof courseI couldn’t give her the full story. I could also blame my deceitful actions on my father being the god of trickery, but Jör was also from this lineage and yet was honest to a fault.
“But I want to be naaaaaked!”
Case in point.
Iola didn’t laugh at Jör’s ridiculousness, or reprimand him for continuing to push. Instead, she walked to where he stood and placed a tiny hand on his chest—over the rune inked on his human flesh—immediately settling him.
She has no idea of the power she holds.
At first, I’d assumed Jör chose his rune to beGebobecause of its association with sex magic. Since then, I’d come to realize how fitting its other meanings were for my sweet boy. Jör was a gift who gave of himself freely and—out of all of us—he’d seemed to accept our unexpected situation with the most grace.
Something I’m incapable of doing.
“Jör.” Iola’s voice brought me back to the present—firm but full of seductive promise. “What did I say about being a good boy?”
To my shock, the serpent lowered his gaze. “That if I was good, I could touch you wherever I wanted.”
A well-deserved reward.
“That’s right,” she purred, raising herself up on her tiptoes to brush her lips over his. “And maybe if we’rebothgood, Fen will watch.”
By Odin!
It took every bit of my self-control not to throw thembothover my shoulder and race for the bedroom. However, for all I knew, Iola was simply teasing me for my duplicitous past crimes… and current ones.
A well-deserved punishment
“Yes.” I cleared my throat and squinted out to sea for no other reason than to lessen temptation. “Let us return to the house so you may attempt another vision before dinner.”
When my gaze found hers, she was smirking. “Sure. Don’t forget to give me that hard rod of yours again. It really helped.”
It took me a moment to realize she was referring to theVölva’sdivination staff, but by the time I thought to reply, Iola was already leading Jör back toward the house.
Deep breaths, Fen.
In and out…
But not like that!
Once inside, we collected Surt from where he was pouring over the ancient tomes I’d borrowed from the Stockholm University library. I had every intention of returning them… eventually, but assumed having reference materials during this temporary experiment with Iola could prove useful.
Because itisonly temporary.
I waited until our token seer was comfortably positioned on the bed—clutching a fistful of rooster feathers and thehard rodbetween her perfect breasts—before chanting the same protectivevardlökkurI’d sung before.
