Page 31 of Master Vidar & Vali

“Ohhh, poor Loki, all stressed up with no place to let go. Do you want Mistress Mari to relieve that stress?” Mari stalked toward him like she did when she was on the hunt in the clubs.

“You really are drunk.” Jared looked unimpressed. “Time to go, little miss, you can torture men tomorrow.” He scooped Mari up in his arms and stalked toward the door, with Gabriel and Rose on their heels.

“Bye!” Both drunk women called as they were taken out of the house. A moment later, the door slammed and we were alone with Zara.

So much for our plans to have a serious talk with her tonight. With how drunk she was, there was not going to be much sense. The hangover the next morning was also going to be a bitch. I was glad she’d had fun with Mari and Rose but couldn’t help but be frustrated.

“I has something I needs to say to you both.” Zara petted Lincoln’s shirt as if it was the softest thing she’d ever felt.

“I think we should get you up to bed. We can talk tomorrow when you’re sober.” Lincoln brushed a strand of hair out of her face and turned her to face toward the stairs.

“Nope!” She stumbled and quickly weaved her way across the room.

Zara was probably aiming for me, but her drunken trajectory was off. To keep her from crashing into the wall, I moved in front of her and caught her against my chest. Her soft body collided with mine with enough force to make me take a step to stabilize us.

“Omphf.” She poked me a few times in the chest. “You are so hard.”

Lincoln’s snicker matched my own chuckle, but I tried to keep it under control. “Is that a problem, lass?”

“I like that you are both big and hard. Makes me feel safe.”

Neither of us could hide our laughs at the double meaning in her words. Her eyes narrowed as she looked between us as if trying to figure out a math problem. Her smack to my chest as she apparently figured out her mistake made me laugh more. However, all thoughts skipped out of my brain when she took my cock in her hand through my pants.

“I like this too.” I groaned as she gently squeezed and all the blood rushed into my cock. “I have something I have to tell you both.”

Lincoln slid up behind her and pressed her between us, making the situation in my jeans even worse. “What do you have to tell us?”

Zara looked back and forth between us as if she was trying to remember what she wanted to say but couldn’t focus through her desire. The entire time she held onto my cock as if it was the only thing holding her up. Finally, her eyes cleared and she let out a sigh.

“I don’t want to be just a bootie call. I want to be yours for real.”

Her words soothed something inside me even if they were slightly slurred. I tilted her chin up and couldn’t resist a small taste of her lips before I responded. “I’m glad to hear that, lass. I promise you were never a bootie call.”

“Yes I was.” She stomped her foot, the motion causing her to tug on me in a way that felt too good. I gripped her hand and made her release me before she either made me come or hurt me by accident.

“No you weren’t.” Linc gave her a brief kiss as well. “You’re ours till the end. But you're drunk and it’s not the time to talk about that. Let’s get you upstairs. We can talk about this in the morning. Whatever shit is going on in your head, we’ll work through it.”

Her pouting was more than adorable, but we managed to get her upstairs all the while she was insisting that all we wanted from her was sex. Nothing we said convinced her that it wasn’t the case back then or now. I followed behind them, ready to catch her if she fell. Zara kept peeping back at me as if to make sure I was with them, making that a likely event every time she did.

The woman had no idea how deeply into our hearts she had burrowed. There was no other place I’d rather be than at her side. I hoped that when she finally sobered up, she would believe us. That we could convince her to give forever a shot.

By the time we finally made it to her room, both Lincoln and I were so turned on it was impossible to hide it. Zara had switched between trying to undress us and convincing us that she wanted more than sex. The frustrating woman stumbled into her room and gave us both a stare that I’m sure she thought was intimidating.

“Don’t leave, I have to pee but when I get back, you both better be here.” She pointed to her eyes then us before she spun and ran for the bathroom.

“That lass thinks she’s in charge.” I shook my head. Linc’s deep chuckle made me smile.

“She’s going to be a handful but worth every second.”

“That she is. Damn shame she had to get loaded tonight.”

“You must be tired, Colin. Your Scots is showing,” Lincoln teased.

“Yeah.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “We need to sort out that Mihal arsehole–”

I would have said more, but Zara came out of the bathroom stark naked and stole the words from my brain. If she hadn’t stumbled a bit on the way to the bed, I might have forgotten we were trying to be gentlemen. She crawled onto the bed, flashing a tempting glance of her pussy.

“I think we’re going to have to wear her out before she goes to sleep.”

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