Page 42 of The Heir
“Sure, but, Freya, stop for a moment.”
“What?” she asked and blinked away a tear from her eyes.
I tried to get a better read on her, but everything was happening so fast. Moving toward the bar, I felt Thor watching me with an angry stare that didn’t quite hide the same sexual hunger that I saw in the eyes of the French. His interest released butterflies in my stomach that worried me. We were all affected by the energy in this place and if I went to that bar, something would happen between Thor and me, and it most likely wouldn’t end well. “If you want us to have a fun night then why are you dragging me toward those three somber men? Let’s join the others on the dance floor. If your brother or cousin comes to spoil the fun, we’ll tell them to leave us alone.”
Freya glanced back at the three Nmen in question and then she smiled a little. “You’re right. Let’s show the French that Northlander women aren’t as oppressed as they think.”
For some reason it made me happy that Freya had included me in her talk about Northlander women. I was so used to Northlanders always reminding me that I wasn’t one of them because I was born and grew up in the Motherlands.
Isaac and Simon spotted Freya and me standing alone and came to move us to the dance floor. It was fun to see Freya let loose a little and people flock around us.
Several times I felt thirsty and told myself to get some water, but dancing was a blast with all the people flirting with us and showing off fun moves.
I felt Thor’s eyes burn my neck several times but then I spotted him dancing with Zola and two other women I hadn’t seen before.
The women were sexually aggressive and when one of them ground her behind against his crotch and bent over to simulate intercourse, I lost my rhythm and stared at them.
It was like a foursome on a dance floor and yet Thor didn’t look like he was having a good time at all. His face was drawn tight with his jaw clenched. He had rhythm but his movements were controlled and when one of the women licked his ear, Thor’s gaze clashed with mine.
I wanted to stop staring, but it was as if the scene of Thor and the three women was burning itself into my eyeballs. Someone bumped into me, but I hardly registered it as I stood with my arms down and everyone dancing around me. My chest felt like it was about to burst open from the pressure inside. The music faded and everything around me slowed down as I watched the same woman who had ground against him now lick his earlobe. Thor still had his focus locked on me when he broke free from the three women and walked in my direction. I was still in shock over the blatant sexual moves of the women when Thor reached me with a look of determination on his face.
Standing in front of me, he pulled me close to him with a hand to the small of my back.
There was a second or two where I could have pulled away or asked him what he was doing, but when I didn’t, he began moving. As if it was a matter of ancient programming, my body moved with him.
“Tell me that their hands on me made you jealous.” Thor still looked pissed, but from our closeness, I could feel something hard pressing against my hipbone. Was I the one affecting him that way, or had it been the woman grinding herself against him?
My thoughts were random and disconnected. Why did we move together like our bodies were two parts of one unit? Why did my hand bore into his shoulder blade like I wanted to attach myself to him? Why did Thor smell better than any other man in this world?
“Admit your jealousy,” he pressured me again, but I wouldn’t.
We were swaying from side to side. He did nothing to hide his erection as he held me close with his right arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
The sensation of his hand on my back, sliding over my naked skin under my silk top, felt forbidden. Thor and I might not like each other much, but our bodies were of a different opinion.
With his mouth against my ear, he asked, “At least you’re not denying that you were jealous. So tell me, Fairy… did you make up your mind then?”
I tilted my head back to meet his gaze. “About what?”
“About what I asked you on our flight in the Motherlands.”
I knew what he was referring to, but a rebellious side of me still wanted to hear him repeat his question. “What did you ask me again?”
Thor watched me for a long moment. I got the feeling that he couldn’t get himself to ask his crude question while looking into my eyes. Dipping his head lower, he spoke into my ear again. “You know what I asked you that day.”
His warm breath on my ear made me close my eyes and record his words for my memory bank.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard and punishing?”
Yes, yes, yes… the Northlander part of me shouted in my brain, while the Motlander in me pointed out that it wasn’t a yes or no answer. What would happen after the sex? We weren’t two strangers. Our families were linked by friendship and we would have to see each other again at some point. My pulse spiked as my reason battled my desire. Thor must have interpreted my silence as a rejection because his next question was saturated with jealousy.
“Or maybe you prefer Shiva?”
“Why are you jealous when you don’t even like me? That makes no sense.”
“Stop trying to understand everything. Some things aren’t meant to be understood. Just accept that there’s something between us.”
“If you want sex there are plenty of women here who will give it to you.” I looked around, but with a hand cupping my chin Thor brought my face back to meet his blazing gaze.
