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He’s so perfect.
I’d expected Fen to fill Jör with the same amount of care he always showed him, but I was wrong. He slammed all twenty million inches of himself down the other man’s throat in one hard thrust, causing my pussy to clench so hard, we almost ended up with penetration after all.
“Oh, fuck, I’m…” I choked out, increasing my speed even as the world around me went hazy. Blindly reaching out, I grabbed the front of Fen’s shirt, almost tearing off a few buttons to avoid toppling off the rapidly spinning bed.
Fen immediately wrapped an arm around my back to support me as I collapsed against his chest. “I’ve got you, Iola.” I could hear his voice from somewhere far away. “Just keep going. We’ll call you home.”
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IOLA
My orgasm exploded like shards of white light behind my eyelids as I found myself plummeting past the World Tree, screaming in terror as the ground raced up to meet me. Just as I braced for impact, the roots opened, and I tumbled into a dank subterranean tunnel, tumbling over rough earth until I landed in a heap.
A naked heap.
Because, yes, since I’d apparently kick-started a vision while coming on Jör’s cock, I’d now astrally projected my bare ass to a cave beneath the World Tree.
Fuck my life.
Of course, the cave I’d ended up in wasn’t empty. It was lived in and currently occupied by a giant woman staring down at me with exactly the right amount of confusion and annoyance I’d expect to receive in this situation.
“You smell like…” The giantess leaned down to take a better whiff of whatever the cat dragged in.
Monster jizz?
The blood of an Englishman?
A formerly gifted child who’s now a burned-out perfectionist full of unmet potential?
“Surtr,” she grumbled, straightening to stand.
That wasnotthe answer I was expecting, not least of all because Surt had done his best to avoid me since I arrived on the island. He certainly hadn’t come close enough to leave his scent on me.
Wait a minute…
“How doyouknow Surt?” I narrowed my eyes as I rose to my full five-foot-one in a sad attempt to stare down this giant woman.
She grunted derisively in reply before turning to stir whatever she had bubbling in her oversized witch cauldron. This dismissal made me see red, and I realized—to my horror—that I was feeling weirdly possessive over the last man on earth whose dick I thought I’d care about. Surt was a grumpy psychopath, but apparently, some irrational part of me saw him asmypsychopath.
Just another deeply buried issue to throw on the fire.
Or under the cauldron.
Hopefully, not full of gamey humans like me.
Deciding to reclaim a shred of dignity, I helped myself to a random shawl thrown over a nearby drying rack before tying it around myself like a sarong. “Let me guess,” I drawled, in no mood to be ignored inmyvision. “All giants know each other.”
My unwilling host made a noise that could have been a laugh, but by the time she turned to face me again, her expression was neutral. “Many moons ago, Surtr was my consort.” When I embarrassinglygrowledin response to that intel, she smirked. “But the wise Mímir was my husband.”
Ohhh, so Surt was a side piece.
Okay, girl, get it.
That a casualrelationship bothered melessirritated me all over again, but I wasn’t here for gossip. “Yeah, well,I’mSurt’s consort now,” I boldly claimed, deciding this little white lie might grant me some authority. “And I’m here on his behalf.”
Apparently, this was the juiciest piece of gossip yet, as the giantess gaped in obvious shock before peering down at me with way more interest than before. “SurtrsurvivedRagnarok?!” she gasped. “How is that possible?”
Even if I had the answer to that, I wouldn’t have shared it, since I wasn’t entirely sure who this woman was and whose side she was on. So instead, I squinted at her in return. “How didyousurvive?”
