Page 17 of Daddy's Justice

“Morrigan.” His voice was a low growl, full of warning.

“No, Daddy.”

“That’s better.”

“Then,” I continued, exasperated at the interruption, “Loki arranged your father’s death with his trickery and your mother abandoned you after he died. How does one who went through so much trauma end up the God of Justice, of all things?”

“That is a rather long story, best left for another day.”

“But, Daddy”—I pouted, batting my eyelashes to see how far it would get me—“I want to hear about it now. You were barely mentioned in history class. I want to know more about you.”

“You pout prettily, my little goddess, but the answer remains the same. I will tell you later. There is a real and credible threat approaching, and we need to be focused on keeping you safe. Once that threat is neutralized, I will answer all of your questions.”

“But—”

“I said no. If you feel like arguing with me, I will take the time to paddle your butt again. You have a hard time recognizing that I am in charge around here, don’t you?”

“Fine.” I was not happy. I was a researcher, a list maker and an answer finder. I didn’t like questions or the unknown. Before I could blink, he had me back over his hard thighs, his gigantic hand playing my butt like a conga drum. The swats, although not as hard as before, came down on my already tender behind. This time, the tears spilled freely.

“The attitude needs to go,” he said, punctuating each word with a matching swat. “I am in charge. I make the rules and you follow them. Understand, little goddess?”

“Yes! Yes! I understand!” There was no avoiding his punishing hand, no matter how hard I rocked. Soon, my feet were beating the floor in a rhythm that matched his punishing blows.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Good.” He stopped then and pulled me back onto his lap. “This feels right, Morrigan, having you in my arms. I think I’ll keep you.”

“You can’t just keep me,” I giggled. “That isn’t how it works.”

“No? Well, what if I say it is? What if I stake my claim right here and right now on you? What if I want to make you mine?”

“I’d say you were silly. You don’t even know me.”

“I know you enough.” He wrapped his hand in my hair and with a gentle tug, tilted my head back.

I felt his lips descend. Warm, luscious, delicious lips. There was nothing tender about this kiss. It was fierce and domineering. His lips bruised over mine, claiming them, searing his intent. With a possessive growl, he tugged on the back of my head, opening my mouth more to him as his tongue dipped inside to mate with mine.

The kiss was broken a second later when Edda appeared before us. I don’t know how long she stood there until we heard her clearing her throat.

“Edda,” Forseti growled. “This better be important.”

“It is, very. We need to talk.”

“Do you think I’ll ever get used to you all just popping in and out of places?” I asked.

“Someday, hopefully soon, you’ll be able to do the same,” Forseti promised, laying one last quick and tender kiss on my lips before turning his attention to Edda. “What news do you bring?”

I could still feel his lips on mine, the tingling continuing. The last few hours had been something out of a dream. It was hard to separate reality from fiction at the moment. If it was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. I leaned back in Forseti’s strong arms and tried to pay attention to the conversation.

“They are closer than we would like, and Loki called for reinforcements. There are groups of dark elves everywhere and Loki anticipated Odin sending you. He has them ascending here. Our intel anticipates them arriving in our area tomorrow. They don’t know we’ve taken her yet; they are still lying wait for her in Chicago.”

“Can’t they teleport like you?” I asked.

“Not exactly. They aren’t gods or valkyries. Their powers are more limited than ours are. They can go between worlds, but it takes more effort. The energy they would use would drain their ability to fight. This is why Loki has discharged so many teams,” Edda explained. “If they could teleport, he would only need to send one team.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I responded thoughtfully.

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