Page 58 of Valkyrie Confused

I do want him. Wanted him from the start. And I never jumped him. I’d have jumped him sooner if he were influencing my will, right?

Arnlaug raises his face from Pan’s cock, to seal my lips with his and share a taste of Pan. His kiss is soft, but no less demanding than Pan’s was. I sense that they both expect me to give into them.

What does that mean?

The intrusive thought joins the salty, musky flavor of the kiss in making my head light. Pan’s ministrations are amping the ante, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge when my brain won’t shut up.

I focus my attention on Pan’s cock, and Arnlaug joins me. We’re not synchronized, and it’s a sloppy, sticky business, but Pan’s grunts say he’s enjoying it.

So am I.

Pan rubs my clit with his chin, thrusting his tongue inside my pussy until I’m shaking too hard to trust my teeth near his shaft. I pull Arnlaug in for another salty kiss and use my hand on Pan. He’s so big…

They both are.

Pan wedges his hand beneath me and pushes two fingers inside me. They’re thick and long, but the angle is awkward. Wrong. Not allowing much movement.

I can’t come like this.

“Fuck me. Please.” Which of them am I talking to?

Does it make any difference?

I want them both. One after the other or at the same time.

“Stop holding back,” says Arnlaug. “It’s okay.”

Is he talking to me?

I barely have time to think the question, when something shifts. The air in the room thickens with desire. With need.

My need?

Ours.

This is Pan’s power. I know it as it wraps around me, making me spread my knees wider. Rock faster. Pump his cock harder.

This is his power, hardening my nipples past the point of aching.

This is his power, and he’s never used it on me before.

I want him. Now.

“Pan,” I say, “please.”

NINETEEN

PAN

I don’t needScarlett to saypleasea third time. I lift her off my face and roll with her, using my body to nudge her onto her back. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair a crazy mop of curls.

I kiss her, pouring my desire into her and absorbing hers.

Arnlaug caresses my back, a reminder he’s with us. As if I could forget him. His hunger, his need, fills my nostrils and raises the downy hair at the small of my back. I reach behind me for his wrist and draw him closer. Onto the bed. Beside Scarlett’s head.

He’ll get his turn soon.

After I’ve had her.

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