Page 74 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
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Luckily, my undead wingwoman guided me back to the hallway where our bedrooms were located before grabbing a servant to lead me the rest of the way.
Because I would’ve totally ended up in the dungeon on my own.
The goddess assured me she would stop Fen and Surt from killing each other, with a promise to send a servant later to collect us for dinner. So all I needed to worry about was Jör.
My sweet baby.
Whose ass is about to get wrecked.
When I got to our room—another obsidian-black space, but with softer surfaces this time—I found Jör, naked and curled up on the far side of the enormous bed. In the low light, his skin had an almost greenish hue, and he looked like he was trying to contort his human body into an animal shape for self-soothing purposes.
Fuck.
Not for the first time, I realized how ridiculous I was being. Yeah, some part of me had believed Jör when he called me his mate—and that Fen marking me actually meant something—but wanting to keep these men was selfish.
Not least of all, because they were never meant to be men.
“Hey, danger noodle…” I murmured, climbing onto the bed and crawling toward him—keeping my movements as non-threatening as possible. “What do you need right now,beibe?”
Fen’s chosen nickname slipped out before I could stop myself, but apparently, it was the magic word. Jör rolled to face me with a broken sob. “I-I… don’t want to lose you,” he wetly gasped against my throat. “I don’t want to lose any of you.”
Ughhhh…
That was it. I’d officially caught an incurable case offeelings,but how could I not? My guys were magical, multi-faceted creatures—way more complex than the original purposes they were created for. They deserved to be happy, and I truly hoped Hel could come up with a solution to give everyone what they longed for in the end.
As impossible as that sounds.
Actually, I’d be happy if she just made sure the guys got their due—without ending the world, of course. I was fairly skilled at brushing myself off after disappointments, so I’d be fine, no matter what. Sure, I’d probably spend a chunk of time drowning my sorrows in alcohol, meaningless sex, and gallons of ice cream once I returned to Athens, but I’d eventually move on with my life.
Eventually.
Maybe…
The idea of going back to Greece, only to fly to Sweden occasionally on business and get bitch-slapped with memories, sounded about as appealing as a root canal. Working for Ancient Olive had been a fantastic opportunity, but I no longer knew if it was right forme.The only thing I felt sure about was my monsters—the one thing I was destined to lose.
So I might as well enjoy them while I can.
“Would you like me to make you feel good, pet?” I asked, including his honorific in my question, so he understood playtime had begun.
Jör sniffled once more but then pulled back to better look at me. “Yes, Master. Please show me I belong to you.”
Always, danger noodle.
I spied my luggage next to the bed. “How does me fucking you with a toy sound? We’ll still be following yourSir’srules—mostly—but disobeying just enough to make things fun.”
As expected, the promise of bratty disobedience turned Jör’s frown upside down. “Oh, I like that! Anything to please you.”
So perfect.
“You already please me, simply by existing,” I reminded him with a sweet kiss on his cute little nose. “Now get on your hands and knees and prep your slutty ass for me.”
“Yes, Master!” Jör enthusiastically replied, scrambling for lube that was already conveniently out on the bedside table.
I mean, what else is there to do in the afterlife?
While Jör positioned himself on the edge of the bed, I opened my suitcase and found the satin bag holding the crown jewel of my toy collection. My vibrating, waterproof, strapless strap-on with nine-speed double motors, and G-spot, P-spot, and clitoral stimulation.
