Page 17 of Master Vidar & Vali

I closed my eyes, leaning one hand on the tiled wall as images of Zara at Midgard assaulted me. The way she caressed the worn leather of the spanking bench and nibbled her lip seductively when she eyed the shibari station had me fisting my thick cock.

Lincoln’s anger was a result of fear for me and fighting his attraction to her. I knew my friend well, and I’d seen the sparks of lust every time he looked at the beautiful woman. Could she really take what both of us wanted? Would she come to crave it?

Kneeling before us both, looking up with anticipation and hunger. We would tie her up so she had no choice but to take what we had planned. His hard with my soft pushing her into mindless begging for an orgasm we would keep just out of reach.

I sped up my strokes as I imagined the taste of her skin. Would she struggle as I slowly forced my cock over her tongue and into her tight throat? Would she whimper or moan as I fucked her face while Lincoln flogged her ass until it was bright pink?

How much pleasure would it take to bring Zara into subspace? Watching her come apart and fly as we both claimed her would be perfection.

I pumped harder under the stream of water to the image of Zara swallowing my cock while Lincoln fucked her hard. With a muffled groan, I gave into the orgasm, ropes of cum hit the tile and merged with the water to slide down the drain.

Patience was a virtue but how long would I have to wait to make that fantasy a reality?

Chapter Seven

Zara

My body felt heavy, but I had no urge to move. I was lying on the bench I’d seen at Midgard but it had been transported to the spacious living room of the safe house. Naked and needy, I knew this was a dream but didn’t care because, in it, Colin and Lincoln were also nude and ready to turn dream into fantasy.

Lincoln gripped my hips as he settled between my legs in a possessive almost brutal way. His length slid against me as he positioned himself at my entrance. Every inch of me ached with a need that had grown into an obsession.

Days of Colin’s words circling in my mind had taken root and I wanted to feel consumed like he promised. With Lincoln poised at my entrance, I wanted to thrust forward, demand more, but I was unable to do more than whimper. He was large, much larger than any man I’d had inside me before. Despite the slickness coating my entrance with arousal, a part of my brain was still able to question, would he even fit?

Colin fisted his equally big cock and slapped my parted lips with his thick length. The distraction made my mind and my skin tingle.

“Open for me, Zara.” His soft command was a trigger to my already overloaded senses. A moan escaped me as my jaw dropped open, inviting him in.

I’d never fantasized about sucking dick before, but knowing I was about to be taken from both ends, excited me. Colin’s cock was worth worshiping with every part of my body. Iron wrapped in silky smoothness would be a treat against my tongue.

I parted my lips, saliva dripping from my mouth as he pushed my jaw wider with the size of his cock. I moaned and tried to reach between my thighs where I knew I was already drenched to push me over the edge but my arms wouldn’t listen to me. Sweat trickled down my back, a reminder of the heat being generated between our bodies.

As Lincoln pulled his hips back then slammed into me, Colin speared my throat. I would have screamed but Colin’s cock absorbed the sound. I gave over all control as the two men claimed me in a way I’d only ever read about. The sounds of slapping skin filled my mind as I closed my eyes and the room seemed to swirl.

“Look at me, Zara.”

The voice’s thick Albanian accent caused a frown to crease my brow. Something wasn’t right. I gazed up thinking to see Colin, but the sexy man of my dreams had been replaced by a nightmare. Mihal, complete with clenched teeth and eyes filled with a ghastly intention, stared down at me.

“Did you really think you could escape me, Zara?”

I woke with a start, a scream frozen in my throat and my pulse racing like a championship thoroughbred. Where was I? Remembering who I was at that moment was hard. It was as if a bass drum were beating inside my ears in time to my heartbeat, and everything seemed both too real and imaginary. Weirdly enough, it was the sensation of sweat evaporating from my skin which finally helped me to focus.

Another night’s sleep destroyed by a nightmare. I punched my pillow in frustration. Of course I wasn’t having a menage with two men who barely spoke to me. I was in a guest room at the safe house being kept safe from a crazy virgin-obsessed mobster. How long could a person remain obsessed? On many levels I wasn’t sure if I was wondering because of Mihal or because of my own fascination with the two untouchable men. I relaxed back in a sweaty heap against the headboard. Ugh!

Three days. It had been three days of way too much chemistry and no action. Of waking up hot, needy and completely unsatisfied. There was only so much a girl could do with her own two hands and I would be damned if I was going to see if my two handsome protectors would get me a sex toy to take the edge off what they were unknowingly doing to me.

If I could have hated Colin or Lincoln, things would have been easier. Unfortunately, no matter how much my mind argued that was the correct response, my emotions wouldn’t follow. I would have thought that would be easy with Lincoln. The man barely talked to me. Thing was, when he did, it was usually funny or something really deep.

Colin pulled at heartstrings I thought I had cut long ago. He worried about not only my physical safety, but tried to make sureI was happy as well. The two of them were like a strange catnip creation that I kept wanting to take a taste of. For years, I was an independent woman who didn’t need anything from anyone, especially nothing from men. Which made the fact that the two of them made me want more from them than a few minutes of distraction extremely frustrating.

Mihal had messed up my life in more ways than he probably imagined. The nightmares were bad but not something I wasn’t used to. Growing up with my parents, I was intimately familiar with betrayal. They’d taught me at a young age not to trust that anyone would act against their own self-interest. A lesson proven right when they’d asked me to, and I’d refused, to lie and take the fall for their last bungled job. They didn’t care that it would have meant possibly being convicted as an adult, and I couldn’t care anymore if they went to jail.

I’d been raised to be a survivor, and until this recent debacle in Albania, had successfully relied on no one but myself. Those skills and that attitude had meant I escaped Mihal and made it back to the U.S. There hadn’t been time to stop and think or wonder if my life might have been easier if I had even a single person to call. Would I have been targeted if I hadn’t been so isolated? Since arriving at this safehouse in the middle of nowhere, there hadn’t been much more for me to do than think about exactly that.

Who would I even be once the threat of Mihal was gone? Did I want to jump right back into the corporate rat race? I’d never suspected that Colin would do more than give me a place to crash for a night. I’d planned on using the small breather to think up my own plan, but surprisingly there had been no talk of me leaving. Honestly, there had been no talk at all about next steps. Not that I’d asked. The luxury of not having to make a single decision had been a temptation I couldn’t resist.

Every choice I’d made since my parents were escorted away in handcuffs had been to do things the “right” way. From using the foster care system to support me until I graduated high school to applying for every grant and scholarship to get me through college. I worked my ass off every day and night to get a little further along the corporate path to success.

Yet after all that, I was on the run from a crazy stalker. The only good thing in my life was a man, who I’d tried to blow off, who was still willing to help. Was it me? Was I bad luck? Was all my misfortune due to the karma from the jobs I’d pulled with my parents as a child? Maybe I had more to make up for than I’d first thought. Or maybe it was all bullshit!

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