Page 104 of Unlocked Dive
“A dildo.”
“A vibrator, actually. And it does this other swirly thing—”
I stop talking because his fist is in my hair and his chest is pressed against mine and his lips are mere inches away. Trying to close the distance, I push up on my toes, but he brings his other hand to my throat and holds me in place.
“Have you been fucking yourself with a dildo named Thor?”
“Well,” I gasp, neck straining as he tugs my head back. “Calling it ‘Byrd’ seemed a little on the nose.”
My fingers burrow behind the strap across his chest, and the hitch of his breath is a memory carved of hopeless desire.
But this time, he doesn’t turn away.
This time, he crashes his lips to mine and plunders my mouth with his ravenous tongue, and his familiar taste—cedar and caramel and Spirits under stars—trickles down my throat like ambrosia.
“You brought me my bag,” I mumble when he lets me come up for air. My brain is apparently still back at the front door.
“You noticed that, huh?”
“It’s kind of in the way.”
Stepping back, he shrugs the strap over his head and lets the duffel fall to the floor, and I immediately launch myself back into his arms. He catches me with his hands under my ass and doesn’t even flinch under my weight.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” His stubble scrapes over my cheekbone as I pepper his neck with kisses and thread my hands into his glorious hair. “I really, really missed you.”
He carries me to the back room without answering and tosses me onto the bed before reaching back to rip his shirt over his head.
Holy fucking Hercules.If he was ripped before, now he’s fuckingintimidating, all corded muscle and taut, tanned skin.
And splayed in vivid color over his heart…
Wings.
“You got a tattoo,” I blurt.My wings. And…a raven? He grunts without taking his predatory gaze from me, toeing off his shoes as he unbuttons his jeans.Okaaaay. “Are you gonna say something or just keep looking at me like you’re about to make me your snack?”
“Oh, I’m gonna say something. But first I want to see it.”
My dick? I shove my thumbs in the waistband of my cutoff sweatpants and start to slide them down my hips.
“The dildo, Echo.” His lips twitch, but his eyes are definitely glued to my half-exposed erection. “Show me this toy dick that’s been taking what’s mine.”
“Oh.” To be fair, all of my brain cells have taken up residence significantly south of the space they’re supposed to inhabit.
It seems like a bad idea to turn my back on him right now, so I scramble up the bed on my ass and fumble under the pillow while he sheds his jeans and boxer briefs.
Keeping an eye on him was definitely the right call. Thor is a top-of-the-line sex toy, but it’s nowhere near as impressive as the hulking Shiva looming over me.
The mattress dips as he throws a leg over my hips, caging me between his knees. When he holds out his hand, I hastily relinquish the dildo.
“The little dial is for levels of vibration, and the button—”
“Lube.”
Oh my god.
Conveniently, the bottle is still within reach, tucked under a corner of my rumpled sheets, where I stashed it after my last session. I squirt some into my palm, and he watches with lethal fascination while I spread it over the silicone shaft. Low tremors course through my body, potent with lust and alarm, and my eyes dart between Thor, Byrd’s face, and the larger-than-life erection jutting up between his thighs.
“What are you gonna do with it?” The words come out hoarse and breathy, and I thrill at the dangerous lilt that lifts the corner of his mouth.
