Page 12 of Loki's Luck

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he spits out at the guy rolling around the floor, holding his nose. I grin, tuck my knife away, and pull Halle back into my arms, giving a chin lift to Beau.

“Thanks, Beau!” Halle says sweetly. I growl and pull her closer to me.

“Mine,” I say into her hair before I grab her by the throat and turn her around, slamming my mouth onto hers possessively. Of course, it quickly gets out of hand again before I hear a throat clear.

“Not again, Loki, fuck. This time, take it to your fucking room, brother,” Swift says, and I pull away, grinning.

“Gladly,” I say, dragging her toward the hall and down to my room.

“And this time, take a fucking shower. You’re both still covered in blood,” Grim calls after us.

“Or we can kill two birds with one stone,” Halle says, reading my mind and grabbing my ass.

Why the hell does that make me even fucking harder?

Seven

HALLE

“It’s not much, but my home is your home,” Loki says as he pulls me into a small, dark room.

The covers on the bed are all in black, with just one green pillowcase. On the wall opposite the bed, I would expect to find a big-screen TV like any other bachelor pad, but this is Loki we are talking about. I may not have known him long, but I have realized you can’t predict anything from this man. Instead of the big screen TV, I see a wall of weapons. Weapons from what looks like all over the world. I look at them in complete awe.

“Is that a samurai sword? A real one?” I ask, looking up at the wall.

“Of course, it’s real. Nothing about me is fake, pet,” he says, looking at me with a smirk.

God, that look on his face, those tattoos on his body, and how my body reacts and responds to his has my feet moving before I realize it. Not that I would do anything to stop it. Damn, the way this man makes my pussy weep is every girl's dream, I tell you.

“How about that shower?” I ask as I pull my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. I walk past him to the open bathroom door and sigh at the sight before me. There’s an enormous tub I would love to soak in, but I want to be on my knees in front of Loki even more desperately. My sex drive has never been so high.

“Keep going, pet. I love seeing what’s mine in all its glory,” Loki says seductively, coming up behind me and kissing the back of my neck.

I smile and do as he requests, slowly stripping out of my pants and underwear. I bend down to slide them off my legs and lean back, wiggling my ass against Loki’s hard cock. He moans and pushes against me harder before I feel a slap on my right ass cheek, causing me to moan.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. Get in the shower. Now,” he demands, ripping off his clothes in record time.

“This is going to be fast, pet, but we have all night to make up for it,” he says, walking into the shower with me. I don’t give him time to think before I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Well, that’s a beautiful sight. Open those lips for me, pet. Lick me clean before you get my cock dirty,” he says, grabbing me by the nape of my neck and shoving my mouth onto his cock.

I should have known I wouldn’t even get a second of control from him, but I had hoped to catch him off guard. I’ll just have to find another creative way to do that. I smile around his cock when ideas pop into my head.

“Well, as good as that feels, it seems you’re not taking it seriously enough if you can smile and giggle with my cock filling your mouth. Turn around. Now. Ass in the air, pet,” he commands, and I want to smart back. I want to tell him to make me, but I want his big cock inside me and stretching me more. The ache is growing too big and painful, and I need to be filled. Now.

Instinctively, I turn on all fours. Loki doesn’t make me wait long, thank fuck. He crouches behind me and shoves his cock deep inside me until I feel his balls slap against my clit, making me scream.

“Loki, harder. Slap me again,” I yell, pushing my ass back against him.

“Tone, pet. And when I’m deep inside you, I want you calling me by my name. Call me Linc, pet,” he tells me, not losing his pace or rhythm as he fucks me deep.

“Please, Linc. Please,” I beg, and that seems to snap something in him. He pounds into me harder and harder. I can’t help the scream that forces its way up my throat, and I don’t even try to quiet it.

“That’s it, pet. Let all those fuckers hear the pleasure I give you. Show them who you belong to. Who do you belong to?” Linc asks, pounding into me harder.

“You, Linc, I belong to you.” I give him what he wants, but I won’t just be someone’s bitch.

I smile as the plan forms, and when he pulls back and thrusts into me again, I move forward and spin quickly on the shower floor. I push him back and climb on top of him. I grab the base of his cock and sink all the way to the hilt on his rod. I smile, thinking I got one over on him, but when I look at his smiling face, I realize he let me have this moment. Fuck, well, he gave it to me, so I’m going to take it.

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