Page 44 of Baldr's Secret Mate

“I’m not gonna get any peace with you, am I?”

“At least I’m not boring.”

He just sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Chapter Twenty-Four: Mist

Night fell quickly in Asgard. We had just enough time to collect more food and rinse the grime away in the river before the sun hit the horizon. Our clothes were hung out on low branches to dry, although I knew they’d still be wet come morning. The only blanket we had was wet too, so a nest of dry leaves, soft pine boughs, dry grass had to do for a bed. Thanks to Baldr’s magic, we were able to get a fire going and stay warm. But that didn’t stop us from huddling together for warmth.

With our naked bodies pressed together, it was hard to think about much else than his flesh pressed to him. Even as we scarfed sweet potatoes and berries, I still couldn’t ignore the way his muscles flexed against my back, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, or the fact that both of us had been rock hard since our clothes came off. And once we were full from a good meal and settled in, thinking about anything other than Baldr’s dick was proving to be impossible. Thanks to the bond, I could tell he was having a similar problem.

As if reading my thoughts, Baldr's hand began to trace lazy circles on my hip. His touch sent shivers through my body, igniting a fire that had nothing to do with the flames crackling before us. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in the flickering firelight. A heartbeat passed. Then two. Without a word, our lips crashed together, hungry and desperate for what we’d been resisting since the sun went down.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring every curve and silky plane. The cool night air contrasted sharply with the heat of our skin as we flushed with desire. Baldr's fingers tangled in my hair and he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. I could feel his lust through our bond, mirroring my own overwhelming need. A small part of me told me to slow down, but it was overruled by the rest of me. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him desperately. Our first night together was too wonderful to stop myself from pursuing it again. I needed him like I needed air.

Breaking the kiss, Baldr trailed his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I gasped, arching into him as pleasure coursed through me. His hand slid lower, teasing and caressing my nipples. I let out a shallow gasp, surprised that they could be so sensitive.

“Mist,” he whispered, his voice husky. “We shouldn't...”

But even as he said it, his hand began to wander, tracing the trail of hair leading down to my groin. The bond between us thrummed with desire, amplifying every sensation. I pressed my forehead to his, holding either side of his face.

“Why not?” I asked, my own voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “We're alone, we're safe for the moment. And I want you. I know you want me too.”

Baldr's eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were dark with need. He swallowed hard, his resolve visibly crumbling. “I know but…”

“But what?”

He froze for a moment, his jaw working as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

“We’re already mates,” I said gently. “There’s nothing we could do to make things more intense, could we?”

Baldr shook his head, letting out a long sigh. “I guess not.”

His hesitation worried me for a moment, but as his side of the bond surged and I was too lost in the feelings of pleasure to pursue it.

Baldr’s hand finally dipped lower, brushing against the head of my cock, sending a spark through my entire body. I moaned softly and his lips found mine again, silencing the sound before it could echo into the stillness of the forest. His own breath hitched, and I felt his confidence grow, his touch more deliberate now, drawing out every ounce of tension that had built between us since this journey began.

Our bond pulsed between us like a second heartbeat—stronger than ever, alive with each shared breath and touch. It wasn’t just desire, it was a desperate need for connection. I could feel his thoughts brushing against mine in a way that words never could. His longing for me wasn’t just physical; it was deeper, tangled in a thousand unspoken emotions that he rarely showed on the surface. For all these years he’d been sharing his life with me, but now we were one and the intimacy was so much more than I ever imagined it could be.

As he moved over me, pressing me down onto the bed of leaves and pine boughs, the world beyond our small camp faded into insignificance. The stars above Asgard hung low and watchful, but all I could feel was him—his weight against me, his warmth seeping into my bones, and the way his breath hitched slightly every time we moved, our cocks finding friction against one another. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drown in thesensation. His lips trailed lower this time, brushing along my abdomen with reverent softness like he was memorizing every inch of me.

“You make it so hard to think,” Baldr said, glancing up at me.

I reached out, grabbing a handful of his hair and pushed him lower. “Then don’t.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as his lips came to rest against the head of my cock. Baldr hesitated only for a fleeting moment, his breath warm against my skin as if savoring the tension between us. Then, with an almost insatiable intensity, he parted his lips and took me into his mouth. The sensation was electric, a surge of pleasure so consuming it left my thoughts scattered like cinders carried on the breeze. My back arched involuntarily, the rough surface of pine needles and leaves beneath me forgotten entirely as his tongue moved with deliberate precision, coaxing sounds from me that I couldn’t suppress.

The bond between us pulsed stronger now, like a living thing intertwined with the rhythm of our bodies. I felt not only my own rising pleasure but his—his satisfaction in eliciting these reactions from me. I felt him shift his tongue, adjusting his movements to drive me to even higher bliss. The constant feedback loop made sure he felt every miniscule tingle he gifted to me. And I could feel his lust growing. With every passing second, he wanted more, and it was taking everything I had to make this moment last, to resist that temptation.

The cool night air was forgotten entirely. All that existed now was him—his touch, his warmth, the rhythm of his movements that matched the pounding of my own heartbeat. Each brush of his tongue unraveled me further, each gentle suck drew me closer to some edge I couldn’t yet see but desperately wanted to leap over. The way he reached down and cupped myballs in his hand while gently running a forefinger over my hole made me want to cum right then and there. I even heard him moan and felt the taste against his tongue as pre-cum surged into his mouth. He was driving me fucking crazy.

“Baldr…” I managed to gasp out his name, the word a plea on my lips. He glanced up at me through half-lidded eyes, the firelight dancing across his glowing golden ones. “Please…” I uttered. “I want you to fuck me. I… I need it.”

He stared at me, my cock still held firmly in his hand. “This time,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m staying in human form. That’ll make it easier.”

I let out a low whine, knowing I was hungry for every blissful stretch he could give me. But he was right. His Alpha form was fun, but extremely intense considering I was barely no longer a virgin. His human form was still well hung, more so than I could’ve anticipated. It would be more than enough for me tonight and I was sure my body would thank me for it tomorrow when we started walking.

“Alright,” I said breathlessly, releasing his hair from my grasp. “But don’t make me wait.”

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