Page 34 of Valkyrie Restored

“Arran.” I held out my hand and when he took it, I yanked him, pulling him behind me. And without a word, I raised myself to my knees, scooted forward until I hovered over Hurrit’s dick. With one move, I sank down on him, feeling him stretch me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with pleasure, but it didn’t stop the yearning. One wasn’t enough.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest to Hurrit’s. “Take me, Arran. I need you too.”

His fingers toyed with my ass as he brushed kisses over the back of my neck. Moans left my mouth. Ass play was something I did on occasion, but it had never felt this good before. I heard the click of a lube bottle, surprised that he had one at the ready.Did he grab it while I’d been out of it?Not that I cared because he’d need it for what I wanted. Lube covered fingers pressed against me, yet before he could penetrate me with his finger, I wiggled, dislodging his hand. “No. Join Hurrit. Let me feel you both.”

“Are you sure, lass?” He slid a finger inside me, alongside Hurrit, making us both groan.

“Y-y-yes.”

He pumped it in and out slowly, driving me nuts. And Hurrit, too, if the way he sped up his movements were any indication. “Stop teasing,” he growled.

Arran chuckled as he pulled out his finger. I heard the lube bottle lid click again.Fuck, finally.But nothing happened. Well, that wasn’t quite right because Hurrit slowed his pace, driving me crazy.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Hurrit brushed my hair back from my face with one hand as he stared deep into my eyes, letting me see his soul. “It won’t be a fucking. It’ll be a claiming. You’re mine. You’re his. You’re ours.”

His lips slammed against mine, forcing my lips to part as he plundered my mouth with his tongue. At the same moment, his other hand slid between us, playing with my clit as Arran pressed into me, sliding his dick against Hurrit’s.

The stretch to accommodate them became painful but not too much. It danced on the line where pleasure and pain met.

And then he was in. The room filled with the scents of mint, saffron, olive, and fennel—scents that shouldn’t go together, but made my mouth water. They made me think of home which was weird since I didn’t consider Greece to be home, yet they comforted me. I took a deep breath, soaking them into me and then I shattered.

But this time I didn’t blackout. I fought it, needing to complete the bonding. Everything inside of me drove me to continue, to not stop for anything. Not until we reached the end together, mingling our souls. The thought should have scared me. It wasn’t something I normally thought of. In fact, I didn’t think it was my thought which made it even scarier—if I’d taken the time to really think about it. But like everything else tonight, I was going on instinct alone. Because this instinct came from somewhere deep within me.

Incoherent words fell from our mouths as they moved within me. They alternated their strokes. When one pushed in the other pulled out. It was everything I imagined, everything I dreamed of. Each movement knit us closer together. I could feel something inside me—maybe my soul—reaching out to joins with theirs.

“I love you, lass. My Elin.” Arran pulled my face around and kissed me, letting his tongue play briefly with mine before he released me, only to lean over my body to kiss Hurrit. When he pulled back, he smiled. “And I love you.”

“Love you, too.” And then Hurrit turned his gaze on me. “You’re the other part of my heart. The one that completes us, that makes us one.”

Arran pushed on the back of my head, helping me to find Hurrit’s lips as I tried to spit out my own words of love.

They switched up their movements, pushing in and pulling out at the same time, driving us closer together. The time for words passed as we struggled to breathe while everything coiled tightly within me, within us. For some reason, it felt like I could feel what they felt. I could feel their love for one another and for me. Three strands, three fibers that wove together becoming one.

As one, they bit down on my shoulders. And then I shattered. My cries matched theirs as they jumped over the cliff, meeting me in paradise.

The last things I heard before I blacked out was their words of love and reassurance. I wanted to answer them, but words took too much energy. Instead, I allowed myself to be swallowed up into the blackness, completely confident that they’d look after me. After all, they were now a part of me.

23

Elin

The soft snoresof Arran and Hurrit woke me. Or maybe it was the frantic beating of my heart. Despite the shower we took before falling asleep, I was covered in sweat. Had I had another nightmare? It wouldn’t have surprised me after what I’d learned tonight.

Horses. Water horses. Kelpies. Spirits of Elk dogs. None of it could possibly be real yet I saw it with my own two eyes. There were gods and goddesses out there. Did that mean the old stories were true? Did they come to earth, sleep with mortals, toy with mortals, and then leave us to fight their battles?

“It’s time.”Three old, rough, almost croaky voices floated in my head.

What the hell?Air. I needed air. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t breathe. Everything tingled. I needed out. Needed to think things through.

I scrambled from the bed yet even in the midst of my panic, I made sure that my movements didn’t wake the two men who bracketed me as we’d slept. I needed to be alone to think things through. What happened before, how we’d nearly torn my clothes off and laid me out in the cold and snow so that we could fuck, to join all three of us as one, had felt like someone else was in control. That we had just been pawns in someone else’s game.

Don’t get me wrong. I’d wanted it. I still wanted them. Together. Apart. I didn’t care. They were a part of me now. I could almost feel them inside me. Almost like I carried a little bit of their souls in me. But I couldn’t say if I’d been in asoberframe of mind when we acted on our instincts. And I needed to be sure that this—being with them—was what I really wanted.

I stumbled out of the room, pulling on warm clothes as I left. I may not have been thinking clearly, but dressing warm if I was going to go outside was a natural action. As I passed the wall containing pictures of previous guests in theirmudroom, I stopped and stared at the picture of Darius with a short, curvy, beautiful redhead. She looked familiar, like I knew her somehow, but cobwebs inside my mind kept me from seeing clearly. With a shrug, I stepped over to my cubby where I slipped my feet into my boots, zipped up my coat, and then closed the final door behind me with a soft click.

I stood on their front porch and just breathed, allowing the cool, crisp air to fill my lungs, to banish the cobwebs that clung to my mind. The picture of the red headed woman filled my mind, but still the knowledge of who she was wouldn’t come. I could guess that she was Darius’ daughter, but it felt like there was more to that. That it wasn’t the whole story. But without something—I didn’t know what—I didn’t think the answer would come.

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