Page 40 of Loki's Enemy Mate

“I’m not some delicate little flower,” he barked. “Do it like you mean it.”

With a low growl, I dug my fingers into his flesh, gripping his shoulder muscles until they relented under my grasp.

“Ah! Fuck!” he hissed. But he didn’t pull away from me. “Oh… Oh fuck yes…”

The pleasure in his voice made my cock throb, but I wouldn’t allow myself to grind against him. This moment was about his needs, not mind. Besides, I was content just to touch him, to be near him. I wanted that more than anything. Without the threat of death looming over our heads, these moments were too precious to waste on simple lust. I wanted tomake loveto him and if that started with a full body massage, so be it. I’d worship any part of him he asked me to.

“You know,” Loki added after a minute. “We’re going to have to talk about serious things at some point. Whether we like it or not.”

“I know,” I nodded, kissing his neck. “Let the world wait for now. I gave up my whole life to helping my father. His war can wait another day or two before I have to face him again.”

“You’re gonna go back?”

“I figure I have to at some point.”

Loki considered it for a moment before nodding. “Me too, I suppose.”

“Forget about it for now,” I said, digging my fingers in once more. “And just relax. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

He let out a satisfied growl as I pulled him close, my dick still wedged against his ass cheeks. There was something about those small happy noises he made that caused my heart to flutter. Heat flushed through my chest, and it wasn’t from the hot spring. It was something more, something much deeper than anything I’d ever felt before.

Even though I wasn’t ready to say it just yet, I knew I was falling for this man. Maybe it was just the mate bond, but I wasn’t convinced. The more I learned about him and the more we talked, the more I realized Iactuallyliked him. The bond couldn’t fake that sort of affection. Lust came naturally. But love? That took effort.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Loki

Ilet Heimdall rub my shoulders as long as he wanted to. And I didn’t protest when he started moving to other parts of my body as well. However, it took a moment before I realized that he was washing me as he went. At first it caused my face to flush in embarrassment, like it was something to be ashamed of. I could wash myself after all and it seemed almost too intimate to allow someone else to do. I just didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. I liked the attention too much. I was starved for it. It had been years since the last time I’d allowed someone to be this close to me.

But, as the minutes dragged on, I realized that I sort oflikedit. I’d always been such an independent person, even when I was a child. I never allowed anyone to help me, especially when it was something embarrassing or private. My first inclination was to force everyone out so they couldn’t see my innermost workings. However, with Heimdall, it was different. I wanted him close, to let him in, so he could see all those parts of me I’d kept hidden for so long. So that I could finally be free of the burden of carrying everything by myself. And while his tendercare toward my body was uncomfortable at first, I quickly grew to enjoy it. Being doted on was a strangely pleasant feeling.

Once he’d worked his way down my body and back up to my hair, I decided it was time to turn the tables. The moment I tied my freshly scrubbed hair back, I forced him to turn around as I placed my hands on his shoulders.

“My turn,” I growled in his ear, giving his muscles a squeeze.

He groaned softly, melting into my touch like butter.

His shoulders were my first target. Much like he’d done with me, I worked my thumbs in slow circles until his tension melted away. After that I pulled him against my chest and worked my way down his body. I started with massaging his pecs. But when I reached his nipples, I found them surprisingly sensitive, his body jolting under my touch every time my finger grazed over them. I took a mental note and stored it away for later. My hands moved down further, working the muscles of his stomach and hips in turn.

More than once the back of my hand bumped against his rock-hard cock throbbing between his legs. He let out a little gasp each time, but I ignored it for the time being. I wanted him nice and relaxed before I went any further.

“Get up here,” I said, pulling him toward the edge of the pool.

He did what I asked without so much as a grunt. As soon as he was seated on the stone, his heavy cock and balls on full display, I began to massage his thighs. Each touch got closer and closer to his groin, and I could tell he was enjoying the teasing. Already he was leaking pre-cum down his shaft, and it took everything I had not to lick it clean. Between that and the thick scent of his musk, I could barely concentrate. Eventually I couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing his balls with one hand,I gave them a gentle squeeze, drawing a long, drawn-out moan from his lips.

“You look like you need some attention,” I hummed, running a finger up and down his shaft.

“Uh-huh.”

“What a coincidence,” I nodded. “So do I.”

Crawling up out of the water, I straddled Heimdall’s waist, letting his thick cock rest against my ass. He let out another low groan, knowing where I was headed with all this.

“Are… Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly.

“More sure than I’ve ever been.”

“What about lube? Won’t it hurt?”

I reached back, squeezing his shaft at the base and milked a surprising amount of pre-cum out of his cock. “Nah,” I said, smearing it over his crown. “I think we’re good.”

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