Page 41 of Forging Chaos

I stoop to pick up the bottle I shoved in the water bottle pocket of my backpack. I grin at Thora as I hold the alcohol, and she smiles, relaxing a bit. “Wine would be nice, I guess.”

“You got it. Go sit.” Thora folds herself onto the couch, looking smaller than ever, as I roll to the bar and grab us a few glasses. The wine is a screw top, which makes things really easy as I settle in next to her and pour us each a few inches. “To you,” I tell her. “Congratulations.”

She bites her lip. “I can’t drink a toast to myself. That’s weird.”

I drape an arm around her, and she is receptive to that, so I scoot her closer to me. “What about…to relaxing?”

She clinks her glass to mine and nods. “To relaxing.”

I reach for the remote and flick a button so the fireplace roars to life. She smiles and wiggles her toes as she sits cross-legged, leaning against me a little more. We sip in silence until she’s put back about half her glass. “I still can’t get over being done and having the grant. And not having to work. And?—”

“Hey,” I lean forward and set my wine on the table, turning to face Thora and putting a hand on each of her thighs. “You’ve had some big changes. Let me help you forget all that for a bit. Make you feel good.” I let my fingers trace along her legs. She smells so nice, floral and leathery from my car, I guess. Or the couch cushions.

“What do you see in me? I’m mean to you.” She leans back against the arm of the couch as I keep rubbing her legs. She sips the wine lazily and watches me touch her.

I grin. “You know I like it when you’re mean to me.” I stroke a finger behind each of her knees and she sucks in a breath. “And you like when I’m mean to you right back.” I take the wine glass from her, set it on the table next to mine, and haul her onto my lap so she’s pressed against my chest, face an inch from mine. “But how about if I’m nice to you for like a half hour?”

I swallow her laugh with a kiss and soon it’s on like a remote-controlled fireplace. Thora wraps her arms around my neck as she presses her mouth into mine and I dig my fingers into her hips as I rock her on my length. “I’m so hard for you,” I murmur into her mouth. And then I look at her face, eyes wild, so I bite her neck, and she gasps. “You like that? Do you get wet when I’m rough with you?”

I remember how I fantasized about fucking her against the wall, about bending her over and slamming into her from behind. I still can’t do those things, but damn if I’m going to disappoint her while I have her on my lap. I pinch her nipples through her shirt because, of course she’s not wearing a bra. Her hands scramble to pull off my t-shirt, and I reach an arm behind my head, pulling it off by the collar as she stares at me. I feel her nails drag along my abs, her tongue tracing thediamond in my earlobe. “I like all of it,” she whispers, biting my ear as I pinch her nipples again.

She leans back to undo her jeans and yank them off while I work on my shorts. “Shit,” I say. “The sex stuff is in my bag.” I move to stand, thinking that I’ll maybe hop over and get it, but she places a hand on my shoulder.

“I got it, Stag.” And she saunters her tiny, naked ass over to my bag, strutting back over like some sort of sex goddess. She tosses it next to me on the couch. “Surprise me with your sack of goodies.”

“Oh, honey, just you wait.” I pull open the zipper. “Lie back.” She arches a brow and does as I say. When one hand drops absentmindedly to her breast, I pop open a bottle of lube and squeeze a few drops between her fingers.

“What?” She gasps and then moans. “Oh, it’s warm.”

“Damn right,” I tell her, smearing some more of it on my hands and massaging it into her nipples. And then I lap at one and then the other as she groans in disbelief. “And it’s fucking cake flavored. Because this is a party.”

CHAPTER 31

THORA

I’m lying backon Odin Stag’s magical guest couch while he licks my entire body, which he first spread with the warming lube.

I have never experienced this particular blend of sensations, and I don’t know that I can go back to just regular feelings. This is twenty times better than the time I accidentally did coke at a party in high school and felt like a million bucks making out with a football player.

I guess I’m making out with a bigger, better football player now. And then I shut that thought down because, of course, Odin’s badly injured. His cast bumps against my leg as a reminder as he works his way up from my pussy to my chest like he can’t make up his mind where he’d rather linger.

And then he kisses me, and I can taste myself and the flavored lube, and I groan into his mouth. I’m falling to pieces right here underneath him, but his body is holding me together. “I want you so much,” I pant, and he nods, grinning. He’s so beautiful up close, even more so when he looks at me like I’m simultaneously made of glass and the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.

“Look at you,” he says, running a finger down my ribs,across my pelvis, inserting it inside my body, which welcomes the thick digit. “You’re dying for it.”

“Yes,” I stutter. “I already said that. Come on, Stag.” He laughs and reaches into the bag, pulling out a strip of condoms. “What all do you have in there?”

“Patience, Thora. You want my Spear of Heaven or not?” He starts to roll on the condom as he laughs at his own joke. I admire him, naked and gorgeous, kneeling between my legs while he douses his sheathed cock in lube.

And then he slides inside me, warm and slippery, and I gasp because I feel so full and so damn hot. “Odin.” My breath comes in pants as my hands grip his shoulders. He moans, nibbling at my shoulders with his perfect teeth, while he starts to thrust. I think the couch surface makes it easier for him to find traction with his cast, which he seems to have wedged against the back cushions.

He starts to rub at my clit, and I stop caring about his injury. I can’t care about anything at all when he makes me feel this way, and it occurs to me that I just might be able to come without a vibrator if he can just keep doing that thing with his thumb while he thrusts. “Odin, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” He pulls his head back to look at me but continues to apply pressure with his thumb.

“Yes!” I squeeze with all my might, wrapping my legs around his waist. And I feel it starting. “Odin, I’m going to come. Just like that. Oh, Odin, it’s happening.” I think I start to cry as my body begins to pulse and shudder and gulp him in. I stare into his eyes, and it’s just as intense as before, except it’s warm and different, my eyes roll back in my head as the sparks of pleasure careen up and down my spine.

I think I’m screaming his name. I think I’m kicking his butt cheeks with my heels, like he’s a horse I’m riding into battle.

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