Page 78 of Valkyrie Confused

“You’d better be.” Pan sweeps his gaze down Arnlaug’s naked body.

Arnlaug gives him a jagged little smile. “And I love you.”

“I love you too, you big oaf.” Pan steps in for a kiss that gets Arnlaug hard and me wet.

“Can we please continue this at home?” I squeeze both their hands. “After we’ve showered?” Before Pan can do his air-whoosh thing, I add, “I’m talking a real, actual shower. And then I want a massage. And maybe a good fucking.”

“Are you sure you don’t want the air-whoosh thingy?” Pan asks, as the cave disappears from around us and we’re back in his room.

“It would save us some time.” Arnlaug shrugs. “So we could massage you sooner.”

“Let me think about it.” I tap my bottom lip with my index finger. “Nah. I wanna feel actual water falling on me.”

The next moment, I’m naked and wet. Because Pan has blinked us into a pond. With a tiny waterfall on one side.

“Told you”—he grins—“my shower isn’t large enough for all three of us.”

I splash water at him. “Guess this will have to do. As long as there’s shampoo and shower gel. Is there shampoo and shower gel?”

Of course there is. And soon, there’s a clean and happy Scarlett and lots of sex I’ll need to remember to write down, because my readers are going to love this as much as I do.

Well, maybe notasmuch.

By the way, sex as a Valkyrie?So much better. In lieu of better wording, I can take it much harder now that I’m not a fragile mortal. My stamina has improved vastly.AndI can fly.

Pan trails his fingers down my side, as we’re lying in his bed, hours later. “I was scared today,” he says. “I don’t scare easily.”

I press a quick kiss to his chest. “I do, and I was freaking terrified.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. “I was scared that I’d lose you.” His gaze is open. Vulnerable. “Don’t freak out, but I’ve fallen for you. Hard.”

I scootch higher on the bed, to touch my forehead to his. “Oh good. Because I’ve been meaning to tell you our souls are kind of tangled together. All three of us. And it’d be kind of awkward if I were in love with both of you and you couldn’t care less.”

Arnlaug stretches his body over Pan’s from behind, to slant his mouth over mine. He nibbles on my bottom lip. “I hate it when Pan’s right, but he always knew I’d fall in love with you.” He looks at me as he presses a kiss to Pan’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in control. If you hadn’t stopped me—”

“But she did.” Pan wraps his fingers around Arnlaug’s wrist and tugs so both their arms are draped across my body. “And now we’re all here. All safe.”

Together.

He doesn’t say the word, but I may as well have heard it.

“We just need to find you something to do, now that you’re stuck here,” I tell Arnlaug.

He arches an eyebrow. “Something?”

“Well, we can’t be fucking twenty-four-seven.”

“Can’t we?” Pan asks.

I ignore him and add, “I have a book to finish, and Pan has a hotel to run. You could be… the pool boy.”

“You don’t have a pool,” Arnlaug says.

“We can get a pool.” Pan sounds determined.

“We’re up in the mountains.” Arnlaug rocks his hips, and Pan moans.

I trace the outline of Pan’s hardening cock with my fingers.

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