Page 46 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
“What happened to Skoll and Hati?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Fen smiled softly. “I assume, wherever they are, they’re free.”
There it is.
“You feel trapped,” I stated.
“Iamtrapped,” he retorted.
“You think you won’t feel the same in Valhalla?” I hissed. The wolf flinched, but I kept going, suddenly irritated beyond belief. “And what ifyouend up there but Jör and Surt don’t?”
Would you leave them behind?
His breathing had turned ragged—his anger rising, perhaps—but I didn’t give a fuck. The logic of these mythological creatures was dizzying at best, and downright idiotic at worst.
I was about to point this out in so many words when Fen surprised me again. “If I don’t havethis,Iola, what am I left with?”
Are you serious?!
“Him.” I pointed at Jör, who was stirring between us. “And that grumpy asshole down the hall. Yourmates,whether or not you want to admit it.”
Two reasons to stay.
To chooselife.
“No,” he murmured, sounding…sad.“Neither of them are my mates.”
“And how are you so sure?” I scoffed—tired of arguing with this immovable mountain of a man.
Before Fen could reply, Jör nuzzled closer. “Mmm… yesss…mybeautiful mate.” He began trailing tiny kisses down my neck, nibbling playfully as he went. “Let’s make babies, Iola.”
Oh, lawd.
Where there are monsters, you can bet your ass there’ll be a breeding kink.
Fen’s gaze darkened, and I was desperate to redirect yet again. “I-I don’t know if that’s possible, pet. We’re, uh… I don’t think we’re the same species.”
“Regardless.” Jör sleepily lifted his head and licked his way into my mouth for a sloppy kiss. “I would like to try.”
Fen snorted, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me as the tension in the room evaporated. As much as I wanted to continue arguing with the wolf, there didn’t seem to be anything that could dissuade the guys from recreating Laevateinn and riding off into Valhalla.
Leavingmebehind…
I tamped down the unease I was feeling over the fact I’d be returning from this journey without them. We barely knew each other, and I had my own goals for the days ahead.
Spying and monster fucking.
Not necessarily in that order.
As much as I loved the idea of outsmarting fate, it was the middle of the night, and I needed sleep for the long journey ahead.
So what if the road to Helheim is paved with questionable intentions?
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IOLA
As if my life hadn’t already taken a turn toward the monster romance of my dreams, now we were veering into favorite trope territory.
