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“Well, you can live by my rules, or you can leave.”

Loki ground his teeth together. “Your wish is my command.”

Val grinned and forced him to his knees. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

CHAPTER 5

Loki knelt before Val,forcing himself to keep his own need at bay. This was about her, and as much as he hated to admit it, he would enjoy every moment.

Usually, his needs were his priority, but this time he wanted nothing more than to sate her needs— mostly because he didn’t want the shifter doing it, or so he told himself.

“First rule,” she said. “No talking.”

He waited but said nothing.

She grinned and nodded. “Next, no intercourse.”

He waited.

“No kissing. No staying the night. No asking me to do the same for you when it’s over. And no telling anyone. And I mean anyone. Hell, I don’t even want to talk about it. Got it?”

Loki nodded.

He slowly glided his fingers into the waist of her pants that she’d already unzipped and tugged them down over her hips. The shiver she tried to hide as his palms skimmed over her firm rear and down the backs of her thighs made him smile.

He didn’t dare catch her eye for fear she’d tell him to stop. And the last thing in the world he wanted to do was stop. He kneaded the flesh of her sculpted legs as he dropped her pants to the floor. To his surprise, she wore a simple pair of boy short underwear. He’d not expected her to wear something sexy and uncomfortable, but the sight of the leg-hugging boy shorts made him hotter than if she’d been wearing a g-string. He leaned in to kiss her silky thigh, but Val grabbed his hair.

“No kissing,” she said.

He flicked out his tongue and licked her. Slipping his hand up to her waist, he tugged down her underwear, revealing her manicured triangle of silky golden curls. He tossed her underwear away and dove in.

She gasped as his palms parted her thighs and his tongue slicked up and down her wet slit. Val’s hands fisted in his hair, and she moaned. He wanted her to scream his name. To beg him to take her.

He licked her again, savoring her taste. Sweet with musky notes. He slipped his fingers inside her, and her body quaked. She gripped his hair tighter and pulled his face into her forcefully.

Loki smiled and did as she commanded. Not a word was spoken between them as he licked and teased her body while massaging her deepest, most intimate parts. And the more he did, the more he couldn’t stop. Bringing her pleasure was the only thing in the world to him. Tasting her didn’t matter. Making love to her didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing except bringing her to the edge and watching her tumble over it at his hands— and mouth.

It didn’t take long. Within minutes, Val’s knees buckled, and Loki eased her to the floor before continuing. Val’s moans spurred him on, licking and probing, he eased his fingers in and out of her harder and faster, sucking on her taut nub until her hands twisted so hard in his hair he was sure he’d have bald spots when they finished.

Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, but she didn’t make a sound as her body arched off the floor and her thigh clenched around his neck. Loki’s slacks constricted so tight around his erection that he thought he would rip them. He massaged her through her climax, and when her legs fell to the floor, he licked her one final time before kissing her outer folds.

Val scooted away. “I said no kissing.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

She stared at him for a moment, then snatched up her underwear and pulled it on. She stood and picked up her clothes and boots and strolled to the bedroom.

Loki fought for something witty to say. “So that’s it?”

She opened her bedroom door and turned back to him. “I got what I needed. You got to help. We’re even. Night.”

She left Loki on his knees hard, bothered, and unsatisfied. He could fight every opponent in Valhalla’s Throne, including the alpha shifter, and he’d still be more pent-up than ever. Only one thing would relieve his ache for Val, making Val his.

Val fell on her bed,hating herself for giving in and allowing Loki to give her the release she’d desperately needed. She’d tried to envision Benjinn being the one to bring her release, but she couldn’t. When she closed her eyes, Loki’s taunting gaze stared back at her. His infuriating smirk. His sexy chest that she’d barely glimpsed when he’d arrived earlier. Hell, even his walk made her want to throw herself at him. She couldn’t explain what it was like. Something between the way the predator stalked and the way a male model swaggered. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

She’d wanted more than anything to throw him on the floor, rip off his clothes and ride him like a winged stallion. But she had to keep it together. Loki, God of Mischief, chewed women up and spit them out like sunflower seeds. But the way he’d looked at her while bringing her climax. Hungry. Needy. Blissful. Had not been something she’d expected. She didn’t like it when he looked at her like that. Like he might actually feel something for her. She didn’t want him feeling anything for her. Didn’t want him getting things like... feelings, ideas, and... stuff.

Val gripped a pillow and screamed into it. What the hell was wrong with her? She refused to be stupid. She wouldn’t be fooled by him. He’d had his fun. She’d gotten her rocks off— not that she had rocks— and that was the end. It had to be. Because Val was not going to fall for— or even grow to like— Loki.

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