Page 134 of The Serpent’s Shadow

“Do it,” I groaned. I didn’t care. There were potions and things to take, if needed. I wanted Corym tobreed me, just as badly as I wanted Grim, Magnus, and Sven to.

I wanted to give the elf a reason to stay on this plane.

“This pussy is going to keep you locked in Midgard forever,” I snarled, saying whatever dirty thing I could think.

He chuckled, kissed the side of my neck, and nearly made me spurt when he gently touched the soft erogenous zone. “Your pussy isn’t going to lock me to Midgard,lunis’ai. It’s going to lock me toyou.” He grunted, cursed in the shell of my ear, and pumped his hips harder.

My moans carried, reverberating.

I could only imagine what my iceshaper watchman outside was hearing, or what he was thinking.

I hadn’t meant to cuck Arne Gornhodr. Honestly, I’d only wanted to see Corym again, alone. All this handsiness and neediness had transpired out of sheer necessity.

Now that Corym was coming inside me, blasting ropes of himself deep and drawing a guttural cry from my blissful mouth, my mind turned.

Perhaps Ididmean to cuck Arne, subconsciously. Maybe it was the last stage of his atonement—his groveling.

As our bodies merged, sweaty and spent, and our arms wrapped around each other, we trembled with a final gasp.

Corym stepped back, out of me. I watched him drip down my thighs. Little twitches shook my body from orgasmic aftershocks, like an earthquake that wasn’t quite finished giving its best.

“There’s another with me, you know,” I purred. A knowing smile had formed on my mouth, because I was still lost in the swamp of lust with this elven man so tall and strong in front of me.

“An iceshaper?” Corym asked, catching on.

I nodded. “Waiting outside.”

“What do you plan to do with the deceiver, hmm?” He curled a hand around my chin, then tucked strands of silver-black hair behind my ears.

“I was hoping to make amends.”

“In our current state?”

My smile became dark, expectant, and Corym matched it. I’d learned so much about the devilish elf over the past twenty minutes. “No time like the present, eh?”

Our words were a dance. A delicious push and pull meant to excite and fill the silence with possibilities.

“On your word,lunis’ai, I am yours to command. What do you wish from me?”

I hadn’t thought of that yet. I figured I’d learn soon.

I tilted my head toward the front of the cave, twenty feet away, where the backside of the crystal-blue waterfall roared at us. “Arne,” I called out loudly, demanding. “Come in here.”

Chapter 39

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