Page 7 of Battle of Witches
Ravyn situated herself and let out a little sigh.
“It hurts in just the right way.”
“Do you want to stop?” Sleipnir asked.
“Fuck no. This is perfect. Get over here, Bjorn.”
I happily complied but took my time. I wasn’t as big as Sleipnir, but I wasn’t a small man. Most of the women who wanted Sleipnir and I like this were borderline insane shieldmaidens with relatively high kill counts in battle. They knew any time they went on a raid, they could end up dead, so when they weren’t in battle, they were praying to the gods and living life to the fullest.
They were up for literally anything when they weren’t farming, praying, or killing. Some of our enemies didn’t like it when their women drank, cursed, and fucked like the men, but my people weren’t like that. The fact that they thought women shouldn’t do those things was justweirdto us.
Ravyn was just as crazy as some of the shieldmaidens we knew, and this was a much safer time. She didn’t ask for this because she was about to leave and possibly die in battle. Ravyn was insane enough to ask for this because it was just what she did, and I adored her for it.
We didn’t get up with a lot of witches in our day. They mostly kept to themselves unless they were shopping for coven members or hosting a moon orgy. We never got invited to one of those without strings. Most of the strings involved my seer abilities and favors from Loki.
Did Lilith make her witches extra durable? As soon as we were both inside her, she just went wild. It had been averylong time for us, yet we would have held back, so we didn’t hurt her, but she didn’t want that.
Ravyn said she knew Lilith. I’d have to thank Lilith for making her witches such sexual creatures if I ever met her. She had magic to remove all of our clothes, and she was just utter perfection. She felt amazing around my cock.
I knew Loki and Minerva were just down the hall, but it was fairly impossible for any of us to be quiet. It had just beenso long.
“Pull my hair,” Ravyn panted.
She had her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. I wrapped it around my hand and gave it a hard tug. Oh, fuck. Ravyn totally came undone, and I couldn’t stop myself. My hand had been my companion for over a thousand years, but it wasnothingcompared to a flesh-and-blood woman who was just flat-out amazing.
I couldn’t even begin to count how many orgasms I’d had in my long life, but it was nothing compared to this. Based on Sleipnir’s roar, it was the same for him. I had to catch my breath and my bearings. I was a little dizzy.
We pulled Ravyn into a cuddle pile, and I nuzzled her neck.
“You’re a little crazy, Ravyn,” I said.
“Yeah, but you loved it.”
Yeah, I totally did.
Chapter6
Loki
Things were looking up. We’d have Valentine soon, and he’d lead us to Asfrid. Technically, I couldn’t melt his brain without pissing off a cranky dragon and ruining his career, but that’s what Bjorn was for. Bjorn and Sleipnir found love with an amazing witch, and we were about to wake Killian.
Iloathedbeing outsmarted. Yeah, it happened to me sometimes, but I always made them regret it, and they never got me a second time. Asfrid was proving to be a tricksome foe. I could almost respect that, but she was seriously pissing me off. It almost seemed a shame to destroy a brain capable of getting one over on me more than once, but Asfrid was abusing that great power, and now I had to kill her.
But Iwasgetting to do one of my favorite things ever. She might not look the same, but making potions with Freya used to be a thing. She was one of the few gods I actually liked, and she never really wanted anything from me except friendship. She was giving me this look over her potion ingredients.
“What? Please tell me you aren’t judging me that my son is in there with my girlfriend and my creation?”
“Not at all. They are both wonderful, and I think they are good for Ravyn. Sleipnir is also brilliant, and we would never have figured out how to wake Killian without him. You’re just usuallyreallyshitty at sharing, Loki.”
I pretended to be offended and gasped.
“This is coming from the god whoneverlet me borrow her fabulous feather cloak.”
“You’re still complaining about that? You’re a shapeshifter. You don’tneedmy cloak to turn into a falcon.”
“I know. But I look like a total badass in it.”
“Please. I had much better legs than you, and you stretched it out.”
