Page 61 of Thor
He slid his hand into mine, and we moved, Thor leading me through the crowd of Norse Lords, but before we left completely, I tugged at him and pulled him to a stop. I whistled loudly, and with only quiet music, it gained most of their attention.
“You filthy motherfuckers,” I shouted, and they hooted and howled like the animals they were. “I’m about to get fucked. Just thought you should all know.”
Thor grunted and shook his head, muttering something I couldn’t hear because of the wolf whistles my words earned me.
Odin stood at the side of the room, his shoulder leaning against the wall. In front of him was Vili, his long silvery hair pulled into a bun at the back of his head. They stared at me, Odin with a half smirk on his face.
“So here’s a present from me to you.” I jerked a grenade out of my jacket, yanked the pin, and threw it into the room. They went into chaos, some crashing over chairs to get away from the dummy. The only Lords who didn’t bother to move were Odin, Vili, Hoor, and Hel, each with an expression on their face that said they knew I was just stirring the pot. Come tomorrow, some of them would retaliate for my prank.
For now, it was fun to watch them scramble, as though I was insane enough to do something like that with a real grenade. I laughed, and Thor jerked me out of the room and up the stairs. It wasn’t until he’d shoved me into his room and locked the door behind us that he turned to me, shaking his head.
“You’re going to get yourself killed one day. The shit you do….”
“It’s fun.” I grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him against me. The scent of his cologne drifted in my nose, and I breathed him in, not quite able to get enough of him. He was addicting, no better than a drug I wanted to inhale every single day. “Kiss me.”
The blue of his eyes glittered, and a shiver passed down my spine because it was a darker look than what I was used to. He slid his hands onto my shoulders and shoved me as hard as he could. I fell to my knees, grunting in surprise.
He stood above me, legs spread, like the god he was. Worshipping him would have been my honor. The grin he gave me spread warmth from the tips of my fingers to my toes. I craved him like a hungry man would food.
He stepped to my side and laid his hand on my head, carding his fingers through my curls and tugging on them lightly. When he moved again, it was behind me, and I didn’t dare look. Something in my heart told me to stay still. I was at his mercy. This was the night I’d promised him, and I was his to command. His submissive whore.
I stared around the parts of his bedroom in front of me while I heard his wardrobe open behind me. Thor made this place his home, with photos of his old Harley hanging in wooden frames on the walls and some more pictures on a set of drawers. The few photos I could see had some of our brothers and sisters, including one of him and Odin when Thor was a prospect.
His bed was king-sized with a dark wooden frame and deep crimson blankets and pillows. When I stared at Thor, I saw him as aredperson. Passionate. Love. Blood. All words related to the color, and that’s how Thor had always been. Just like the god he was named after. The real Thor was a redhead, and was a strong, powerful, and violent deity—an immortal man who lived for war. That was my Thor as well. It’s why Odin made him Vice President. He knew Thor’s heart.
A sharp, searing pain exploded from my scalp as my hair was tugged back roughly. I gasped, a mixture of pleasure and agony racing through me and landing straight in my balls as I tilted my head back to stare up at Thor, who stood tall behind me with two pieces of rope in his hand.
“Stand and get on the bed.”
I followed like a lost lamb ready to be slaughtered, rising to my feet with his fist still clutched in my hair as he led me over to the bed. He grabbed me before I could fall onto the mattress, and I turned to stare at him.
His mouth was pressed in a thin line, but his eyes sizzled with the kind of lust that had me barely holding in a whimper. The promises in his gaze told me he’d fuck me hard tonight, that I’d walk out of this room tomorrow with bruises and claiming bites so everyone downstairs would truly know I was his. I wanted that. I wanted him to own me in every possible way.
Loki is Thor’s.
“Take off your shirt,” he said gruffly, low and deep in his throat.
I bit at the corner of my lips as he let go of my hair, and I did as he ordered. I took my time with my shirt, lifting it over my head to reveal the expanse of my stomach, which I knew he loved so much. My shoes and socks came off next until I was standing in only my jeans, with no underwear beneath. I knew what I’d wanted from the start of tonight.
He stepped forward, then halted, almost like he wanted to touch me but convinced himself not to. His gaze was hungry, and he ate me up, licking his lips until they were nice and wet. “Get on the bed and raise your hands above your head,” he whispered gently. Dangerously. “I’m going to worship you tonight, Loki. I’m going to taste every inch of your skin. I’m going to do whatever I’ve always wanted to you.”
His words weaved their way through me, and I groaned, my cock hard where it was trapped in my jeans. “Is that a promise?”
“Bed. Now.”
I should’ve been embarrassed by how fast I threw myself onto the mattress, but I couldn’t be when I was too hard for words. My cock throbbed and my entire body ached for him. I flopped onto my back and raised my hands above my head.
His mouth curved seductively, and I exhaled deeply. He pressed his knee into the bed and reached above me, tying the rope to the bedpost first, then onto my right wrist. He did the same with the other rope on my left hand so my arms were spread out for him.
“Mm. Perfect.”
I wet my lips with my tongue. “What would you like me to do now,Sir?”
He touched his palm to my belly, petting it. “Sit back and relax. I’m going to worship every crevice of your body. If you want me to stop, you will sayred.”
I didn’t have the chance to ask him why I would need a safeword because he didn’t waste any time. He dived straight for my right nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against it, then nibbled. I’d never had anyone pay so much attention to my tit before, but Thor sucked as though he could draw milk from it. His hands rested on my hips, and as hard as I tugged at the rope, there was no way I could move or reach for him.
Need exploded inside my chest, spreading throughout me until I was on fire, nothing more than a bundle of nerves. He didn’t rush what he was doing. While I couldn’t estimate the time, it felt like ten minutes or more that he spent on my nipple, sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue against it until my nub was beyond abused—tight with a pain and pleasure combination.
