Page 135 of Valkyrie Unknown

His cock hardened against my back, the longer he worked. At least I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. The thought was smugness and satisfaction, but also delight.

Davyn dropped his fingers lower, gliding down my torso, and between my legs. Even in the water I was slick with need, and I gasped when he brushed my mound and parted my folds.

The pretense of washing was gone. This was straight-up teasing, andgodsit felt incredible. The way he slipped toward my opening, then back to my clit. Teasing and coaxing. Pushing me until I was gripping his thighs and biting the inside of my cheek to swallow the whimpers.

“Don’t hold back.” Davyn’s breath brushed the edge of my ear, and his voice added to the build of pleasure inside. “I want to hear you come. I want the fucking neighbors to hear you coming.”

He circled my clit, harder and faster, as if he knew exactly where to touch and with how much pressure. Orgasm spilled from me, and I cried out with the release. Davyn kept stroking, but he eased off as I pulled away from climax, and moved his hands to my hips.

“My favorite sound.” He nipped my shoulder with his teeth. So gentle. So not-bear-like.

I leaned back into him, trying to find my breath. “I do like the way you think.” I tried to be sly and seductive about lifting myself with my hands on his thighs. I wanted more. I wanted Davyn inside me, and I wanted to hear him come.

Davyn gripped my wrists with a tight chuckle. “Not in here.”

“No? As good a place as any.”

“It’s not. Come on.” He finished rinsing me off.

We climbed from the tub, and he was just as methodical drying me as he had been in the bath. It was sweet. It was maddening. It didn’t ease the desire pulsing through me.

We left the bathroom, and my feet followed the path I’d walked hundreds of times since we moved in, toward my bedroom.

No, that was our office. Davyn and I slept in the same room.

We did?

Davyn lightly grabbed my arm before I could slide into the conflicting thoughts. “You can’t work now,” he said. “We’re not done.” He pulled me into our room instead.

Of course it was our room. This was our life.

Sadness whispered inside. I was missing out on something. But this felt natural and right. I had a good thing here.

Then why did it feel like the pieces weren’t all in place?

Davyn nudged me toward the bed, and the thought slipped away. I squealed as I stumbled, and landed on my back on the mattress.

The way he crawled up my body said the gentle build-up was gone. There was a ferocity in the way he watched me, a promise that I was his prey, that made a fist clench around my heart.

He knelt between my legs and thrust inside me without hesitation. The way his cock stretched me out was incredible. Always too much at that first penetration, butso good.

The creak of hinges yanked me from the bliss of Davyn buried inside me, and I jerked my head toward the bedroom door as it swung open. “Someone’s here.” I nudged Davyn off me and rolled toward the nightstand, reaching for?—

For what?

“What are you doing?” Davyn asked.

Why was he just watching me?

A man walked into the room, and recognition shook my mind. I knew him, but his name was out of reach. “Why areyouhere?”

And why didn’t I ask something more threatening? Why was no one attacking?

He was as tall as Davyn, though not as broad, and he had shockingly white hair. “He’s not real.” He spoke in a heavy Irish accent, and he was cute.

Finn. The name popped into my head.

“I’m quite real, and I’ll rip your throat out without hesitation.” Despite Davyn’s words, he didn’t move.

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