Page 14 of Valkyrie Restored

Fuck.

At least Arran liked her as well. And she him. Plus she knew we were together and liked to share women. So hopefully, having her as my fated mate wouldn’t mess things up between Arran and I because he was mine, my husband, my mate.

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Elin

Hurrit carriedme in his arms into the house he shared with Arran. Each step through the woods had been torture. My leg hurt and my head pounded, but nothing compared to the way being in his arms, pressed up against his body, wrecked havoc on my heart and body. Why did he have to be so gorgeous, so caring? And most of all, why did he have to be so taken?

From the moment they told me about sharing women and how they wanted to share me, my toys no longer did the trick. My dreams—which I thought had been far out fantasies—took on a whole new meaning. They moved into the realm of possibility. And that scared me.

I was the queen of casual. Without memories, I didn’t know if there was someone or someones that I’d left behind. People who, despite never searching for me, still mourned and loved me. The last thing I wanted was to get involved in a serious relationship and then have my memories return, reminding me of my love for someone else. Besides dealing with broken hearts, it would make me a headline for some talk show or the plot point for someone’s book. All things I didn’t want.

Yeah, I never wanted to be a part of that.

Knowing about their idea for casual flings, along with my own, should have been all I needed to jump at the chance to fulfill some of those dream fantasies, but it didn’t. How could it be casual when they lived next door? Besides, nothing about being with them felt like it would be casual.

Yet, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay away from them. With each visit, each caring action, they drew me into their spider web, pulling me closer. Even now, the way Hurrit held me with his arm wrapped around my back and his hand on my hip, allowing his fingers to smooth circles on my skin, relaxing me despite the pain, made me want more. I wanted to feel how those fingers would caress my skin in other places. I wanted to feel how the strands of his hair would flow through my fingers as his lips devoured mine.

My clit throbbed with need. I needed to shift but couldn’t. Nor could I rub my legs together to produce the friction I needed. Not without giving away where my thoughts strayed. Instead I forced my mind to think about other things as he walked through their living room. “Where are you taking me?”

“To our bed.”

With those three words, my wants became needs.

I let my fingers trail along the back of his neck. His nostrils flared as his eyes turned black. Those soft touches to my hip became strong grips which I knew would leave marks. Marks I wanted to wear.

“You need to stop.” He pushed open the door, revealing a massive wooden four poster bed.

“Why?” I couldn’t resist teasing, but my voice sounded whiny instead.

“Because if you don’t stop, I’m going to eat you like you’re my last meal and then I’m going to drive your body into that bed. And you’re injured. Not ready for what I want. What I need.” He lowered me to the bed, but instead of letting him go, I pulled him with me.

“I’m not that hurt,” I said as I pulled my upper body off the body until my lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss. I pressed another to his still lips. And then another.

Just when I thought that he was stronger than me in resisting the pull between us, his lips responded, taking control of the kiss. Without waiting or even asking for permission, his tongue forced its way between my lips, laying claim to my mouth. Teeth clashed as I pulled him closer, not wanting there to be any air between us.

He must have felt the same way because I found myself with my back pressed into the bed as his body leaned over me. He dominated me, keeping my lips glued to him, not giving me a chance to draw in anything more than quick gulps of air that were never enough while his hands roamed up and down my arms until his fingers wrapped around my wrists.

He pulled his face back a little until his forehead rested against mine. Our chests heaved as we struggled to catch our breath. “Are you sure?”

I tried to move my hands so I could pull off his shirt as I pressed more kisses to his lips, but his hands held me still, not giving me an inch of movement. “Mmmm,” I said not wanting to take the time to form an actual word. Not that I could with the way my brain felt dazed from the lust that perfumed the air. I almost felt like I was under the influence of those flowers from the clearing except I knew it was all from him. From his natural scent.

“I need your words.” He pulled back out of the reach of my lips as I pouted. “I need to know that this isn’t a result of any form of head injury. That you want this as much as I do.”

His words rattled in my brain as I pushed the lust away. Was this really what I wanted? Now? With Hurrit? I’d always assumed that if I gave into the feelings that pulsed around me whenever I was with them, I’d give into Arran first. He was who I felt more relaxed with. He made sure that I knew how much he wanted me.

With Hurrit it was different. He was standoffish and brusque. I never knew where I stood with him. One day he’d be dropping me off supper and making sure I ate it while it was still warm and the next day, he’d act like I wasn’t there in the woods near him, ignoring me and disappearing when I’d call out. Yet somehow, this felt right. Whenever I ran into trouble, he was always the one to rescue me. He was the one who took care of me, who did those small little gestures. He was the quiet one that snuck under your defences because he seemed harmless.

So, yes, I was sure. I didn’t care that my leg hurt like it had been crushed in a vice, that it throbbed in time with my heart. Because when he touched me, when he kissed me, I didn’t feel it anymore.

“Yes. I want this. I want you.”

He stiffened at my words, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then he smiled, revealing a dimple. “Then lie still and let me take care of you.”

At my nod, he released my hands, using his to remove my shirt, lifting my body as needed until he flung it onto the floor, leaving me lying before him in a white, lacy bra. My nipples pushed against the lace until the pattern embedded itself onto the points.

He leaned over me again as I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling his once again. They hovered over mine, allowing me to feel the warmth of his breath on my face. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I lifted my head, but he pulled back, keeping the same distance between us.

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