Page 44 of Valkyrie Unknown

I leaned into the kiss, and he gripped the back of my neck, capturing me and holding me in place while he nibbled my lips, then lay a series of bites along my jaw.

Heat and need flowed between us, wiping away most of my other thoughts. If he had wanted something more from this—love or commitment—I couldn’t offer that. Yes, we were friends, and he was almost a mentor when he wanted to be, but the sex was only that.

He slept with other people. I would too if someone caught my eye. Not that anyone had.

Right now, the only thing I wanted to think about, the only thing I wanted to matter, was how good it felt to have Finn’s mouth roaming along my jaw, while I licked up his neck to nip his ear. He straddled my leg and tightened his grip on my neck.

After having my focus shattered multiple times and enjoying the resulting tumbles into… other things, I didn’t have the patience for drawn-out anything. Each time he probed my mouth with his tongue, I grew harder.

From the intensity he ground against me with, he wasn’t feeling patient either.

I dropped a hand below his waist, to stroke his erection through his trousers.

He jerked against my touch, and let go of my neck to fumble with his button and zipper.

When I gripped his shaft, he let out a long groan that I felt in my toes and that made my own dick jerk in response. I freed him and ran a loose grip from the base up, to draw his foreskin over the head of his cock. I always enjoyed the extra grunts of pleasure he made when I did that.

Our lips stayed locked together, while I stroked him. I was barely aware of my hips grinding in the chair, in time with the way he rode my leg. I swore I could feel the same things he did. Not because of some sort of magic, but because we were both wrapped up in the moment.

Finn rested a hand on my arm and paused in kissing long enough to say, “If you keep going, I’m gonna make a mess real soon.”

“Good.” Like I gave a fuck about a mess. “It’ll wipe up.” I needed to feel his release almost as desperately as I ached for my own. I squeezed harder. Stroked faster. Pumped with his groans and the way he rocked against me.

Finn jerked against my hand, and the sounds he made grew more punctuated. Until he stalled. A warm, sticky spurt hit my skin, and then another and another, as he shuddered under my attention. He let out a long, deep sigh, spilling on my wrist and my leg and his own pants.

I was ready to fuck a hole in something, but his release was a light reprieve.

My body tensed in anticipation when he gave me one more kiss. He slid from my lap, and kissed down my torso, through my shirt. He undid my jeans as he moved, and I scooted my ass forward in my seat and leaned back.

Then he was on his knees between my legs. He teased my cock through denim until I was humping the air and clenching my toes.

“Enough teasing.” I pushed the words out through gritted teeth.

He gave me an infuriatingly sexy smirk and finally exposed me, drew his thumb over the head, and smeared a few drops of precum over my skin.

Fuuuuuuck.

Finn held my gaze as he took me in his mouth, and the world narrowed to a single point of focus—how incredible his lips felt, wrapped around me. He sucked and licked and squeezed, making me jerk against his touch.

All the playing and seeing him climax already had me close to orgasm. The pleasure built quickly, until I could barely do more than grunt and work my hips. “I’m gonna come.”

The warning spurred him on, and he dove into his task with full enthusiasm.

Climax washed over me, and I was barely aware of coming in his mouth. Only sensation mattered. I lingered in the haze of rainbows and stars that surged in my thoughts, and the rush that tingled over my entire body.

As the explosion of desire softened, the world swam into focus again. The dribble down Finn’s chin. The way my breath rasped from my lungs. The slowing of his touch before he licked my dick clean, sending another shudder through me as he pulled away.

Fucking incredible.

Finn pressed his forehead to my shin. “We’ll figure this out.” His voice was soft.

And the moment was ruined. His words meant,I’ll convince you that you have to do this god thing or die, and I wasn’t any more interested than before. Though, if the alternative was death…

Who the fuck came up with these stupid fucking prophecies?

Thirteen

Azzie

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