Page 12 of Stolen By the Berserker

She pulled off his boots and quickly pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. He reached to help her out of her clothes. But she growled again and pushed him back down.

The action was hot as fuck, and his cock bobbed at full attention.

And then the heat of her mouth encircled his shaft in the most glorious way. His brain blitzed as he arched against her. She sucked and licked with a fervor that bordered on pain but impossibly delicious pain.

“I’ll explode if you keep that up.” He could barely get the words out.

She released him and stood. “Shut the fuck up.” Cassie swiftly shed her own clothes.

He got a brief glimpse of her magnificent body before she straddled him, and he once again bucked against her, his eyes closing because of how amazing and how right she felt against him.

She raised her hips, hovering above him, and grabbed his cock. Teasing the tip of his shaft by circling the opening of her damp heat with it, she slowly sank down until she’d sheathed his entire length.

He moaned loudly. Or maybe the berserker did.

She growled again and then rode him faster and faster until he lost sense of time and space.

His balls tightened, and he struggled not to blow his load.

He grabbed her hips, trying to slow her down, but she kept the fast pace and reached behind her, firmly capturing his ballsin her hand. When she squeezed, Sten completely lost it and shouted out her name as he blew his load inside her.

Fuck. He’d forgotten about a condom.

CHAPTER 7

Cassie felt Sten’s climax, and it triggered her own.

Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body as she peaked and then came again for a second time.

Suddenly, her soul shot out of her body into a vast black void. A circle of twirling white lights rushed toward her. She passed through it and once again inhabited a body as she stood by a black, glittering pond in the middle of a vast darkness.

What the fuck?Did she have a stroke from too many orgasms?

She’d never had angry sex before, although this had been more like rage sex. Maybe her brain had frizzled before they’d fucked. Sten’s ramblings about betrayals and selling him out had ignited something inside her, and she didn’t know what came over her. But being the dominant partner had awakened something feral inside her. Her ex never allowed her to lead in bed. But the important thing now was to get back to her bed from wherever the fuck this place was. She glanced around the darkness.

On the other side of the pond, a woman dressed in a simple white shift waved to her. The woman’s silver hair was so long it brushed her hips.

“Who are you?” Cassie whispered as the woman walked toward her. Although no one else was there, the pure vastness of the place pressed down on her and, speaking too loudly, felt dangerous.

“I’m Freya,” the woman answered.

“As in from the Norse fairytales my grandmother used to read to me?”

The woman nodded. “Took you long enough to get here,” she answered. “I was getting worried you’d never unite with yoursjälsfrände. Or that something was wrong with him. Like maybe he couldn’t maintain an erection.” She winked.

Cassie didn’t know what to say, so she just stood there silently. The whole situation was just too surreal. A major brain bleed seemed more and more likely.

The goddess’s face turned solemn, and she laid her palm against Cassie’s cheek. “My daughter, we have little time. I speak about you often with your grandmother, so I know you much better than you know me.”

“My grandmother is here?” Cassie looked around the place.

“Your grandmother is in Valhalla as befitted the Valkyrie she’s always been.”

“I’m sorry, what, now?” She shook her head, trying to make sense of the words.

“I don’t know how long I can keep you here,” Freya said. “Although you are the daughter of the daughter of your grandmother. My powers are much diminished thanks to the trickster god, and I can no longer help my Valkyrie warriors the way I want.” She sighed. “We live in dark times at the moment.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cassie said. “I think something is wrong with me, and maybe I’m in a coma now or something. This feels like a fever dream.”

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