Page 174 of The Last Valkyrie

Within minutes, with all the naughty talk flying around, we had exactly zero clothes on between the six of us.

Corym moved in me first, drilling his cock in me as I reclined in the bed and took him, hooking my legs and arms around theelf.Two more years of this before I graduate?I thought as the first orgasm rolled through me and made me cry out.I could usetwentymore years of this, and then some. Infinite years. All the years.

My other mates were quick to join in, our frolicking happy and sensual and oh-so-hot as the guys took me—and each other—one after another.

By the end of it, I was panting, and when I closed my eyes I got a glimpse of the snowy place.

Shit,I thought, and quickly opened my eyes—

Only for my wings to sprout out and throw two bodies off me in a crash of limbs and wailing voices.

“Sorry!” I squealed.

Sven and Magnus got to their feet, rubbing their heads.

Magnus yelled, “You havegotto stop doing that without warning us, silvermoon!”

“I can’t help it!” I cried out. “Sometimes it just, uh, comes out.”

“Ever since you got those things healed, they’ve been a nuisance,” Sven added with a frown.

Grim said, “Shut up, you two. She’s still getting used to them. Is it really her fault that they ‘come out’ whenever we make her come hard enough?”

“Yeah!” I yelled in my own embarrassed, humiliated defense. “You should take it as a compliment!”

Corym chuckled in my ear, lying on top of me with his smooth skin pressed against mine. “Well, if we’re going to give you a ride, love, then you’d better be ready to give us one also.”

My lips parted as I stared down at his silky cock lodged inside my pussy. Licking my lips, I caught his meaning. “What a great fucking idea, you naughty elf.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Arne asked from my side, dick in his hand but just as confused as ever. The poor, pretty man.

Without warning, I wrapped my wings around Corym’s taut body. He sheathed himself inside me to the hilt, making my body bow to his whims, and then we were covered in scales and a warm cocoon that only allowed the two of us in.

Darkness, heat, and Corym’s soft breath against my cheek. “I knew I made the right decision staying,” he whispered.

Our yellow eyes glowed in the darkness created by my curled wings. “I never had any doubt,” I said, kissing him feverishly as he bucked his hips into me. His hands caressed my thighs, and then moved to my scales over his shoulder. “Oooh, that feels nice.”

“Now then,” he said, pulling back and leaving me wanting and craving so much more. “That ride you promised?”

With a grin, I unfurled my wings—to the dismay and shouts of the other four who had been trying to get closer to see what was going on with us two. They spread from nearly one end of the small longhouse to the other.

And with all the effort and energy I could muster—a moan of delight as Corym kept drilling me—I fluttered my wings and took us airborne over the bed.

The weightlessness, the freedom of having my mate inside me while we hovered in the air was like being a gods-damned orgasm-propelled wizard. I’d never experienced anything like it, and by the way Corym kept moaning and drilling into me, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder, neither had he.

I winked at him, our faces flush and red and heated. “Bet you can’t get that treatment in Alfheim, can you, love?”

“Gods, I fucking you love,” he answered.

“Hey!” a voice sounded from below—Sven’s. “We want a turn too!”

These damn boys. Incorrigible, amazing, and so needy at the same time. They simply couldn’t get enough of me, and thefeeling was mutual. I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.

Grim, Sven, Magnus, Arne, and Corym had shown me who I was meant to be. A badass bitch with dragon wings who controlled the very pathways of our world to other realms.

I had no idea what my end at Vikingrune Academy would bring. Maybe I would start popping out dragon babies left and right, to “proliferate the species” as Korvan had so crudely put it. Gods knew I had the right men for the job.

I still had a couple years to figure it out. It was anyone’s guess if the peace would remain in Midgard and the Isle, and that the jotnar, dark elves, light elves, and wood elves would keep to their word. We would be ready if any of them got squirrelly.

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Because no matter what happened, I would have these five men with me, always by my side, and we would conquer whatever obstacle presented itself.

With my fated mates, my found family, anything was possible.

And good fucking luck trying to take them away from me.

The End