Page 28 of Valkyrie Restored

“Fuuuuckkk.” I fell back against the wall unable to stay steady on my feet. I loved the feel of Elin’s mouth around me, but Hurrit, Hurrit had over a century of practice. He knew just how to lick, how to stroke, how to suck to bring me right to the edge in the shortest amount of time.

And I was loving it.

I shoved my hands into his hair, gripping his head, forcing him back on me every time he hesitated. He fought me, using his strong neck muscles to resist, but I needed him. Needed him to finish me off. I was so close. Instead he teased me, flicking his tongue against the underside of my head with the swipe across the tip.

“This is mine.” He squeezed my base, staving off my orgasm. “I own you tonight. You’re doing my bidding. I’m in control.”

He kept his hand squeezed tight around me as he stood. “Undo my pants and pull them down.”

I hastened to do his bidding. He drove me round the bend when he was in this type of mood because I knew if I didn’t give in and submit, he’d keep me waiting for hours before he’d let me come. And I wasn’t in the mood to wait that long.

I popped his button, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down his hips. As his cock fell out, bouncing up to hit the bottom of his shirt, I licked my lips. It felt like it had been weeks—probably had been if I looked at the calendar—since the last time I tasted him. “Please.” I begged.

“Just get me wet.”

It wasn’t what I wanted, but it would have to do. Anything to get my mouth on him. I dropped to my knees the moment his hand released me. Wanting to extend my pleasure, I took my time, using my tongue to circle his head before sucking the tip into my mouth. I bobbed a couple of times. Each time going a tiny bit lower. His hands fisted my hair, shooting a bolt of lust through me, making my cock twitch.

“Quit playing. More.” He shoved his dick deeper in my mouth, nearly gagging me.

I bathed him with my tongue, making him nice and wet until he pulled me off. “Flip around. Hands and knees on the deck.”

I scrambled to obey. My jeans pooled at my feet, allowing my knees to spread enough to give him room to sink into me, but not enough to loosen me enough. Each slide in burned, but the kind of burn that brought pleasure. Great pleasure. My eyes rolled into the back of my head by the time his hips were wedged against mine.

He bent over me, wrapping his arm around me until he fisted me. Then with a slow and steady glide, he fucked me… in both ways. The movement of his hips kept time with his hand. The speed enough to drive me wild without being enough to send me over the edge.

“Please. Fuck. Harder.” Each word came on a pant. Sweat dotted my brow even in the cool fall weather.

To my relief, he listened. He picked up his speed, thrusting in and out as he yanked on me, fucking me into his fist. My balls drew up tight. My body tensed. And then he slapped my ass, sending me over the cliff. I squirted all over the deck as I felt him unload in me. Our souls melded. At least as close as they could without that final step. It was a homecoming, a reacquainting of ourselves with the other.

“I missed you.” He kissed the back of my neck.

“Me, too.” I turned my head so I could kiss his lips again. We took a few minutes to cuddle, to let our souls realign before we pulled apart and fixed ourselves up. “Now, how about we go get our woman?”

“Indeed.” He entwined our fingers together as he pulled me from the boat.

19

Eli

“Hurrit,”I cried as I flung myself into his arms. Gone was the stoic, broody man who I worried didn’t like me. In his place stood a man with a smile that was just for me—different from the one he had for Arran—with arms open wide, waiting for me.

Inside his arms, I found my place of safety. These last few months since we started ourcasualrelationship had been hard. Between comments and sly looks from the locals to the strangeness of the new nightmares I experienced—and my previous ones weren’t walks in the park—to the fact that I felt his absence right down to my bones when he was away. Sure I loved having Arran around so much. He was amazing and kept me on my toes between his teasing flirting and his periods of dominance, but I almost felt like I was missing a limb by not having Hurrit there.

His arms wrapped around, holding me close, allowing my body to relax against his hard planes. He kissed the top of my head. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”So, so much.I closed my eyes and soaked up his offered safety and security. I hadn’t experienced one of those crazy, potential life ending moments in the past couple of days, but that hadn’t stopped the anxiety. And even though I was never scared in the moment—totally stupid—the shakes tended to hit hours later or late at night when I was alone. After so many months of it, that anxiety became a low-level background hum that stayed with me and made much worse when I knew that Hurrit wasn’t in the area to rescue me.

“What about my lovin’?”

“You already received your loving, attention hog.” My thigh clenched at the banter between Hurrit and Arran. While the two of them would kiss in front of me, they never took it further than that. Nor did they share me in that sense despite the number of evenings we spent together. If I hadn’t known about the fact that they shared women in bed in the past—something I think they forgot they told me when they explained how this all worked—I wouldn’t have worried about it. But they had and I did. They obviously had no issues hugging and even kissing me in front of each other, doing it frequently, but anything more and they stopped. The closest I ever came to a threesome was that first night with Arran when he went down on me and fingered me to an orgasm while Hurrit slept in the bed next to us.

Was there something wrong with me? Was I not doing something right? Or were they waiting for me to lead them in that direction? If so, then I must have been doing something wrong because even if I pulled the other person into a group hug/kiss, one of them always backed away and the moment would stop. They’d both make an excuse to leave, leaving me with whatever was the female equivalent of blue balls—blue ovaries? Blue pussy?—whatever it was, despite having two virile boyfriends, I suffered from it a lot.

Not that it stopped me from trying.

I turned around in Hurrit’s arms, resting my back against his chest. “Come give me a kiss, Arran.”

He glanced over my head to Hurrit before turning his lips up into a beaming smile. “Always lass.”

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