Page 48 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Oh, okay then, sailor.
“You have the steering wheel and two throttles,” Fen murmured in my ear as he caged me in between two deliciously muscular arms. “The wheel is mostly for directional control while cruising, but the left and right throttle will be most useful for maneuvering in… tight spaces…”
Lord.
“Tell me more,” I whispered, wiggling just enough on his lap to feel some movement below deck.
He growled in a way human men could never, before continuing his lesson. “It takes a steady hand—sometimes two—to control a yacht of this size properly. And you must remain vigilant, in all conditions, or else you’ll find yourself in a compromising position whereyouare no longer the one in control.”
I’d be fine with that…
Fen’s voice had gone dangerously low. He dropped one of his large hands to my thigh and began inching it towards my throbbing pussy. “The most important thing, however, is to realize when naughty little treats know full well how to drive the ship, but pretend otherwise.”
Oops.
Busted.
I sighed as he casually placed his wayward hand on the throttle once again. “What gave me away?”
He chuckled. “Well, besides you correctly referring to our cabin as a stateroom, understanding what I meant when I asked you to check the starboard side for rocks, and being quite skilled at untying the cleat hitch back at our dock… it’s the way youmoveon deck.We are out in the open ocean, and while it’s calm now, I bet you wouldn’t lose your footing, even on the stormy seas.”
Before I could reply,somethingrammed us from below, making the boat violently lurch forward. Fen swore and wrapped one arm around my stomach while demonstrating some of that expert throttle control with his free hand, efficiently moving the boat astern.
Whatever it was nudged us again—almost playfully—and Surt appeared at thestarboardwindow, banging against the glass as he hollered, gesturing urgently. It was difficult to make out what he was saying over the engine and wake, but as soon as I recognized the word ‘Jör,’ I shoved my way out of Fen’s lap and raced for the door.
MY BABY’S IN THE WATER!
“Iola, WAIT!”Fen shouted, but I was already on the deck and running full-speed for Surt.
With expert sea legs, thank you very much.
Somethingbigwas thrashing in the water, causing the yacht to rock precariously. I kept my gaze averted, afraid that if I spotted Jör’s dead body being tossed around the waves, I’d end up jumping in after him.
I can’t lose him…
“WHERE IS HE?!” I screamed at Surt, gripping his tree trunk arm with both hands as if to claw the information out of him. “Where is Jör?!”
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
Surt ripped his focus away from my death grip to squint at my face in confusion. “By Thor’s hammer, what are you yelling about?!”
The feminine urge to throw this man overboard as sacrificial chum was all-consuming, but I managed to rise above. “Justpleasetell me Jörmun… Jör hasn’t been eaten by a godsdamn sea monster!”
He continued to stare at me as if I had nine Hydra heads, before pointing past the railing. “ThatisJörmungandr!”
Oh, fuck.
Swallowing hard, I turned to face the very large and incredibly close sea monster now rising out of the waves like a living nightmare.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
In this form, Jör looked like someone had attached Ladon’s dragon head to one of Timyn’s long Hydra necks—only bigger, toothier, and way scarier. If he wanted to, the World Serpent could simply open his enormous mouth and swallow usandour yacht whole before washing it down with half the ocean we were surrounded by.
Let’s hope he already ate….
Fen suddenly appeared at my side, gaping at the hungry-looking creature looming above us.“Vafan!”he gasped, and although I didn’t recognize the word, I agreed completely.
“Yes… We haven’t seen him like this in a while,” Surt mused, way more calm than the situation called for.
