Page 61 of Last Thrall of Asgard

The fury in the trickster was reduced again to a pool of wetness in his eyes and a sag of his shoulders. “Fuck you,” he said, blocking the sun with how he hovered, so he seemed haloed by it. “I hate it when Heimdall is right.”

He fell upon me, gripped the front of my tunic like he might tear it from me the way he had his own, and kissed me with the lunging speed of a snake.

Fuckingfinally.

I took hold of Loki’s cheeks, but as soon as my hand landed on his scars, he tried to pull away. I stroked the twisted tissue with my thumb, not letting him go—I refused to let him go—until he relented and kissed me deeper.

I rolled us in the grass, getting atop him, and started to paw at Loki’s belt to unfasten it. I needed it gone. For all that torn and dangling fabric to be gone. As soon as his belt was undone, his tunic fell open with a final, meager tear needed to rend it completely. Then I reached for his trousers.

Loki rolled us the other way, getting himself back on top, and I felt the give of something plush beneath us. We were on a bed. Where, I couldn’t guess, but it was a bed somewhere, just me and Loki.

“You could warn me before transporting me places.” I tried to pull him back down, but he resisted. He was on my hips, chest bare and trousers open, but he still looked conflicted. After all this, he wasn’t sure. “For fuck’s sake, Loki!” I reached again for Loki’s scars. He needed them touched. He needed to know they didn’t need to be hidden. “It’s okay. Let me help you. Please. Let me worship you like you deserve, so you can finally forgive yourself and give us both what we want.”

Loki didn’t shrug off my touch, but he still winced from it. “I told you the gods didn’t need worshipping.”

“Youdo,” I said. Then I waited. I waited until I felt the resistance against my hold give way, and only then did I try to pull him into another kiss.

“Just don’t act smug about it,” he said, and licked inside my mouth.

“That’s rich coming from—”

He pulled away from me.

“Okay! Okay.” I held onto him but waited for him to concede.

Slowly, Loki eased back in, lying atop me. “How do you want me then, Oli,almostformer thrall and quaker of the heavens?”

Flatterer. “Meaning?”

“As a man?” Loki brought my hand into his trousers and wrapped my fingers around his cock, helping me stroke.

I got lost in the feel of him, until he rolled us again, putting him on the bottom, and slid my hand up to a…

Breast?

“Or a woman?” he—she—said, in a slightly higher pitch but still very much Loki.

I looked at her, not all that changed really, but the feminine differences were, admittedly, not as alluring to me as Thor in a dress. If anyone could come close to convincing me of the merits though, it would be him. “You are ravishing either way, but not my preference like this, I’m afraid.”

“As a beast then?” Loki asked.

Before I could question that option, I was rolled yet again, returning Loki on top, as he—definitelyhe, given I felt a fresh cock press into my hip—shifted into something larger.

The hands pinning my shoulders grew claws where his pointed nails had been, and I watched his muscles bulge and fur sprout over most of him. His ears became that of a wolf, his teeth elongated, and his eyes took on an animal’s glow. I almost expected the full form of Fenrir to be upon me, but Loki remained in that half-turned state.

Where there wasn’t fur held a tint of gray to his skin, and his eyes were more captivating than ever with that glow.

“Are you mocking me, Loki, or can I admit how enticing this option is?”

A growl formed in his throat like a purr. Like an animal’s laugh. “You can have me any way you want me, Oli.Ifyou want me,” he echoed my words back to me.

“I want you,” I said. And yet, for a moment, I thought he looked sad again.

He began to undress me, slowly, even with claws risking tearing the fabric. But slow he went, undoing ties, parting my tunic, sliding his claws up my stomach beneath it once my belt was gone. After he’d pulled my trousers to my knees, he left them there. Left me twisted in fabric with nipples to knees exposed and tilted my hips back to get at my entrance.

My first thought was how grateful I was that Odin had cleansed me of him. I was clean again. Fresh for Loki. New. I wanted him to spill inside me and to never know the spill of another again.

As Loki’s tongue, long like a wolf’s, licked my rim, and then licked higher, coiling around my balls and further up my length, I pondered that thought.

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