Page 60 of Valkyrie Confused

Or is that me?

“Can you take one more finger?” he asks.

“Yes.” Her voice is raspy.

Pressure and friction around my length build up until I ache to fuck her, but I don’t move. My cock throbs, and my horns itch with the need for release.

Tentatively, she rocks her hips. Her fingers find my hair, and then my horns. Her touching them intensifies my hunger for her.

When Arnlaug withdraws his fingers and moves closer, she tenses. One of his hands closes over mine where I’m holding her open for him, and she clenches so tightly around my shaft I may die here, lost in pleasure.

He drapes his long body over hers, to kiss me as he enters her in a slow rocking motion. He doesn’t hurry, but he also doesn’t pause, until his balls hit mine.

Scarlett’s breath is hot against my neck, coming in stuttered puffs. “This is…”

I suck on Arnlaug’s tongue, then nuzzle his cheek. “Too much?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, curls tickling my nose. “It hurts, but in the best way possible.”

“And it’s only going to get better.” Arnlaug withdraws, and I thrust deeper inside her. As I roll my hips back, he drives forward again.

Feeling him rub against my cock through her is incredible. We keep our movements slow, and Scarlett seesaws between us, letting us set the rhythm.

When she props herself up with a hand on my shoulder and starts rocking into the motion, our thrusts turn harder. Less restrained.

She throws her head back, and Arnlaug twists his hands in her hair, using his grip to fuck her faster.

Her moans push me closer to the edge. I cup one breast and half-sit up, to graze my teeth over the nipple. I want to devour her. Mark her.

But she’s not mine.

Not Arnlaug’s, either, though I’m pretty sure he growlsmineunder his breath.

Perspiration glistens between her breasts, and I stretch my neck to lick it. I wedge my thumb between our bodies and find her clit. Press on it in tight circles as I fuck her for all I got.

Arnlaug and I have fallen off the perfect rhythm we honed ages ago, our bodies undulating and clashing, as the woman between us thrashes and clenches and comes with the most delicious of moans.

I spill inside her, roaring my release, but stay in place as Arnlaug buries his teeth in the spot between her shoulder and neck, jerking his hips so hard he almost shoves us off the bed.

He licks and kisses her tender skin, before turning her face to the side so he can slant his mouth over hers. “You are magnificent,” he says when their lips part.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself,” she manages between panted breaths. She turns to me. “And you… You’re a naughty god.”

I laugh at the innocent jibe.Naughtyis the mildest thing I’ve been called. “You’re amazing.” I swallow down the wave of jealousy at the mark of Arnlaug’s teeth on her skin and kiss her too. Kiss him. Hold them in place. If they move, this bubble of happiness will burst.

“Umm… my legs are going numb,” Scarlett says way too soon. Her eyes are drifting shut, and her smile is dreamy.

Disentangling myself from her and Arnlaug seems too hard. He slips out of her and helps her climb off me. They’re both on their knees, watching me. Waiting for me to say what’s next?

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need a nap.” I stretch on one side of the mattress and motion for them to join me.

Arnlaug lies on the other side, leaving a spot for Scarlett between us, but she only shuffles around to face us.

“I should go,” she says.

“You really shouldn’t.” Arnlaug takes the words right out of my mouth.

“I need to shower. And I’m not used to sleeping with other people. I mean,actuallysleeping,” she says.

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