Page 21 of Loki's Enemy Mate

I did as I was bidden, lying flat on my belly at the end of the tunnel. I kept my eyes on Heimdall as he worked up the courage to finally get down on his stomach and begin working his way through the tunnel. Getting started was the hard part. But oncehe was going, he didn’t seem to have much issue. I, however, kept my comments to myself. There were several sarcastic ones floating around my head. And the others weren’t helpful either. While I’d made it through the tunnel with easy, Heimdall reallydidhave to squeeze his way through.

The dude was fuckingmassive. Standing next to him I’d noticed his bulk of course, but I never realized how truly big he was until he was crawling his way toward me. His shoulders nearly touched the stone above him and more than once his perky ass got stuck. Each time he had to wiggle it free I had to force down my urge to wolf whistle at him. The soft grunts he made weren’t helping either and before I knew it, I felt my cock lengthening against the hard stone floor.

It was a wholly inappropriate reaction, but I couldn’t help it. The sweat and exertion made his intoxicating scent so strong that I could smell nothing else. Laying there, a few feet away from him, I was getting a face full of it with every breath. Not that I minded of course.

There were several small realizations that happened as well. The first of which was how much I admired his strength. Usually, when it came to women, I liked them petite and kinda helpless. It made me feel like a big strong man, something that I reallywasn’tthanks to my diminutive size. For an alpha, I was puny. But staring at Heimdall made me realize I didn’twantto be the bigger one in this duo. I wanted to be scooped up in those big arms of his and held tight against his massive pecs. All those muscles made me swoon and in my mind’s eye, I could see him over top of me, his massive body crushing me as he kissed and sucked and…

“Loki?”

My vision crystalized and I realized I’d been daydreaming. Heimdall was only a foot in front of me now, his body wedged between the stones. He was looking more nervous than ever.

“Yeah?”

“Help me,” he said, a note of begging in his tone. “It’s really tight here.”

I nodded, reaching my hand out to clasp his forearm. “I got you.”

Using just my upper body, I managed to pull him to the edge of the opening, just his head and shoulders sticking out. But then, as I tried to pull him further, I heard him grunt. He wouldn’t budge.

That’s when the hyperventilating started.

“I’m stuck…” Heimdall gasped, panic filling his features. “Oh fuck… oh fuck!”

I let go of his hand and got close, our faces only inches apart. “Hey. Look at me. You’re not stuck, okay?”

“Yes, I am,” he cried, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m gonna fucking die here…”

“No, you’re not.”

But he wasn’t listening. He was breathing faster and faster, his hands clawing out at anything he could reach. But no matter how much he strained and panicked, he couldn’t get himself free.

“Stuck… stuck… stuck…” he repeated over and over again.

“Heimdall.”

“Stuck…stuck…”

“Hey!”

He just kept going on, his fingers leaving bloody streaks behind as he tore through his skin. The man was gonna kill himself if he didn’t calm the fuck down. But how could I get through to him? He wasn’t listening to me and nothing I did, even yelling, seemed to get his attention.

An idea struck me and before I could talk myself out of it, I reached out and grabbed his face. He looked up at me justin time to see me pulling close, our lips pressing together once more.

Chapter Twelve: Heimdall

Electricity exploded through my system, driving out all the panic and anxiety I felt. Suddenly I didn’t care that I was stuck. I only cared that Loki was touching me, kissing me. I stopped my struggling and leaned into him, allowing his tongue to slip inside me and twist around my own. His rich earthy scent filled my senses, transporting me back to the forest above where the sun shone, and the golden leaves sat damp upon the earth. The butterflies in my stomach erupted and all at once, I felt light and careless.

“You’re okay,” Loki whispered as he pulled away from me. “But I need you to listen to me, okay?”

I nodded dumbly, unable to think of anything else but him.

“I’m going to take your hands and pull. You’re going to breathe out as far as you can and relax all your muscles. Do you think you can do that?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Loki got up and got in front of me. Instead of crouching down, he put his butt on the floor and his feet up on the stoneabove my head. Grabbing my arms, he threaded me into his lap so that my head was basically level with his navel. I was all too aware of the heat emanating from his groin and the thick scent of pheromones. Clearly, he was enjoying this as much as I was.

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