Page 19 of Valkyrie Restored

Elin

The steady achethat moved to the realm of pain in my leg slowly brought me to consciousness where I discovered that I was alone in the giant bed. Indents on both pillows and mussed sheets confirmed the crazy idea that I’d slept in the bed between Hurrit and Arran. But it was when I shifted my body, attempting to ease the pain, that the soreness in other areas—more pleasant areas—confirmed that the rest of the night hadn’t been a dream. I’d really let Arran eat me out while Hurrit slept in the bed next to me.

It didn’t matter that I was alone in the room, I could still feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I thought about. I wasn’t a stranger to threesomes—I’d had one which meant I wasn’t the most experienced at them either. Not that what we’d done could really be called a threesome, but it was close enough for the moment. At least with a true threesome—even if one person watched—the entire act wasn’t done between two people like this had been. Nor had Hurrit been awake and consenting to watch us. What we’d done almost felt a little taboo, like it was a secret even though they’d both said that they wanted me and were willing to share.

A groan tore from my lips as I shifted my body—tangled in the top sheet and the shirt I wore—closer to the side of the bed, unable to use my injured leg as leverage. Fuck. The task to slide my body across the mattress so I could go to the bathroom appeared daunting when I couldn’t even touch the sides from where I’d been placed. Gritting my teeth, I gripped the sheet and pulled my body, sliding it slowly across the sheets.

The door opened while I rested in the spot Arran had slept in. “What are you doing, lass?”

“Trying to get out of this damn bed.” My fists hit the mattress as Arran grinned. “What’s that look for?” I grumbled and tried to glare in his direction.

He strode across the room to perch on the side of the bed beside me as he chuckled. “Someone’s a grumpy lass even after getting orgasms.”

Yup. I was officially a tomato. I didn’t mean to sound grumpy, and I definitely wasn’t upset about the orgasms. In fact, just thinking about them again, had me rubbing my thighs together in anticipation of more.

“It’s a good thing, I’m here then, to make you feel all better,” he purred, making the new ache between my legs intensify. At this stage, if anyone had asked about my leg, the answer would have been “what leg?”

He chuckled as he stared at me before reaching for my body, untangling me before lifting me into his arms across his lap. “I’m guessing you need the bathroom. Then I’ll bring you to the living room for the breakfast I made you. That should make you feel all better.” He winked.

My mouth hung open as my brain tried to switch gears to understand the words he spoke. None of them computed. Where was his dirty mouth? Why wasn’t he touching me in a way that soothed my aching? And then it all clicked.

I smacked his chest as he laughed. “That wasn’t nice.”

He stood, carrying me bridal style and strode towards the bathroom I remembered him taking me to during the night. “Don’t worry, lass. I’ll make you feel better in other ways, too. Trust me.”

A shiver went through my body at the feel of his lips brushing against my ear. I wanted him to make good on that promise right now. Well, maybe after I emptied my bladder and rinsed my mouth, but then I was good and ready. And then my stomach growled. Not a quiet sound that only I could hear, but one loud enough for Arran’s eyes to widen.

“But first food,” he said firmly. “You need nourishment to heal your leg.”

He lowered me to the floor without dragging my body against his, giving me a little reprieve and a chance to cool my ardour. To my surprise—and relief—my injured leg didn’t buckle. It didn’t feel completely stable, and I couldn’t put much weight on it, but I could use it to help stabilize me as I leaned against the counter. “I think I’m good going pee by myself this time.”

“Are you sure?” He released his hold on me, leaned back against the wall with arms crossed, and watched as I shifted my body around until it would be easier to plop onto the toilet.Thank the gods, I don’t have to deal with underwear.

As much as it had been nice, having me take care of me during the night… it had been during the night… when I was half asleep. The same didn’t apply this morning? afternoon? Or whatever time it was. In the light of day, I didn’t want to be helped onto the toilet, even if had been up close and personal with those areas.

“I’m good.” I dropped onto the toilet and wiggled, working my shirt up from under my butt. When he didn’t move, I made a shooing motion with my hands. I needed to pee… badly, but not with him still standing there.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, lass, I’ll leave you to it, but I’m staying in the bedroom so just holler if you need me.”

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I sighed as my bladder let go. Once I finished, I heaved myself back to standing with the aid of the counter, happy it had been placed close enough to help.

After washing my hands and borrowing a little of their mouthwash, I shuffle-hopped towards the door. But by the time, I wrestled it open—after banging it into my body a couple of times—I was beat. Arran sat on the bed, facing me with a shit eating grin. “You okay there, lass? You didn’t injure yourself further with the door?”

“Shut it.” I leaned against the door jam. The muscles in my body trembled with the exertion. He lifted an eyebrow and continued to stare at me, waiting for me to give in and request help. I hated to feel weak. I’d woken that way in the hospital which made me think that it was a holdover from my previous life. So it wasn’t a surprise that I felt that way. When they stepped in, forcing me to accept their help, it helped to ease the battle within me. But to ask… everything inside me rebelled at the idea. My mind screamed at me, telling me I was strong, independent, a warrior. A confusing thought because a warrior was so far away from my peace-loving, non-confrontational self. Yet, having them take care of me, triggered some deep seeded need within me for the sense of safety they gave me.

My shoulders slumped as my mind gave in. “Can you please help me?”

He bounded off the bed, wrapped his arms around my back and ass, lifting me against his chest. “Wrap your leg around me and your arms around my neck like last night and I’ll support your injured one.”

I let out a sigh as I cuddled in, disappointed that he wore a shirt unlike the bare chest from the night before.

“What’s the sigh for? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

I couldn’t resist messing with him a little after all the innuendos he’d tossed my way before I knew that he and Hurrit wanted to explore some type of relationship with me. “You are.” I pulled back enough for him to see my pout. “It always hurts when you wear a shirt, covering up all that.”

He chuckled as he pinched my butt, making me squeal. The next thing I knew, my back was against a wall as he leaned in, pressing his chest to mine, allowing me to feel his long, hard length right where I needed it. He nipped my ear lobe. “That can be arranged.” His lips trailed lower, down my neck, leaving a damp trail from the tip of his tongue which would flick across my sensitive skin. “The shirt can go and so can the shorts, but only if your shirt goes with it.”

Please. Please.My mind screamed, but my stomach had different plans, letting out its own roar.

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