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“Yeah!” Then I paused. “Can… can we camp here tonight?”

Baldr looked at me, smiled, and nodded. “Of course we can.”

So, without a second thought, I allowed him to pull me toward the ocean, happy to have this memory with him to keep in my heart for all time.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Baldr

Ilaid back against the tall grass that we’d stamped down to create our bed for the night. Ocean waves crashed nearby, the dull roar creating a sense of peace that I didn’t know I could feel. Mist sat beside me, his gaze fixed on our little fire sheltered from the wind by a small copse of trees. I laced my fingers behind my head, staring up at the bright stars hanging in the darkness. They were the same stars we had back home, although they seemed to shine a little brighter here in Asgard. It seemed the theories were true. All nine realms existed in the exact same place in the universe, just in different dimensions it seemed. That meant, the moment we stepped through the gate to go back home, we’d be in the middle of a war with Tyr and the two rival packs. And that meant I didn’t have much time left.

But there was one thing I couldn’t bear to leave undone.

“Mist,” I said softly, reaching out to lay my hand on his thigh. He glanced down at me, his green eyes sparkling in the firelight. “I want you to take me tonight.”

Mist’s eye’s widened in surprise, then immediately darkened with lust. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky and low.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head in his lap so I could look up at him. “I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me, to be yours completely.”

Mist's hand caressed my cheek, his rough thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You've always been mine,” he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a tender kiss. “At least, I always hoped you would be.”

As our lips moved together, I felt the familiar heat building between us. Mist's kisses grew more urgent, his tongue seeking entrance. I opened to him willingly, savoring his taste as our tongues danced together. The bond between us flared, the feedback loop of lust and pleasure building quickly.

Gently, Mist lowered me back onto our makeshift bed of grass. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. There was something about being under his control that sent shivers down my spine. Fucking him was one thing, but letting him have his way with me… that was all but unknown.

“Baldr,” Mist breathed against my neck as he kissed a path down to my collarbone. “My beautiful Baldr.”

His voice made me shiver, a wave of gratitude washing through me. I was so happy to have this one last moment with him and I wasn’t going to waste it. My hands found their way under his shirt, exploring the well-toned body underneath. Without a word, he reached down and pulled it off, tossing it in the grass beside us. Then he did the same to me, stripping off everything I had until I was lying there naked in the moonlight.

Mist's eyes raked over my body, his gaze burning with desire. He leaned down, trailing kisses along my chest and stomach. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipples until theyhardened into tight peaks. I gasped, arching into his touch with a low moan on my lips.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

His mouth moved lower, kissing down my abdomen, following the trail of hair leading to my groin. He went lower, skipping by my throbbing cock and leaving me breathless with anticipation. I gasped as he nuzzled the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Slowly, teasingly, he finally licked a stripe up my hardening length. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair instinctively.

“Mist, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through me. “Patience, love. I want to savor this.”

With teasingly slow movements, Mist took the head of my cock into his mouth, licking me clean of the pre-cum that had gathered there. He moaned as the flavor filled his mouth, looking up at me with those lustful green eyes.

“Fuck you taste good,” he sighed before diving back down on me once more.

I groaned as Mist's warm mouth enveloped me, his tongue swirling around my shaft as he took me deeper. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite heat. Mist's strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he worked me with an expert touch that he must’ve come by naturally. For spending so many years alone, he was an incredible linguist.

“Gods, Mist,” I panted, my fingers tightening in his hair as I forced myself deeper down his throat.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting closealready, the combination of his skilled mouth and our bond pushing me towards the edge. But I didn't want it to end so soon.

“Wait,” I gasped, tugging gently on his hair. His lips came away with a small pop. “I want you inside me.”

Mist released me with a wet pop, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked again, a tone of trepidation in his voice. “I’ve never done that kind of thing before.”

“Yes,” I nodded. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “I know you’ll do great.”

Mist's eyes softened at my words, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply once more. His hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring as if committing every inch to memory. I shivered under his touch, my skin tingling with anticipation.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Mist murmured against my lips.

“You won't,” I assured him, running my fingers through his hair. “Just go slow.”

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