Page 23 of Valkyrie Confused

He rolls his head so he can blink heavy eyelids at me. “How long are you going to be milking that flute for?”

“Not for the flute.” I drop my pants and wrap my hand around my cock. Drag my fist to the base, making sure he watches. “For the orgasm I just gave you. Now turn around, knees on the chair, or lie face down on the bed. Your call.” But that’s the only choice he gets.

“Bed,” he grumbles, but he’s already hardening again. Got to love immortal stamina.

He sprawls on the bed on his stomach, and I climb up between his legs. There’s lube in my nightstand, because I tend to fuck humans these days, but I’m not going to use it with him.

I study his wide back. The scars across both his shoulders, where Tyr almost severed his arms from his torso. The tattoo of Odin’s crows perched between his shoulder blades. There was a time when I’d massage this back or bathe it with my tongue before I fucked him, but that time is long gone.

I bury my face in his ass, and when he clenches, squeeze his balls with my hand. I wait for him to relax, and then circle his asshole with my tongue. He gasps, and I do it again, before giving his ass a playful bite, because there’s only so much I can hold back.

I shove two fingers in my mouth, coat them with my saliva, and press them to his hole. He clasps his ass cheeks with both hands and spreads them. Pushes back into me, letting me work them all the way inside. It’s not much of a preparation for my girth even when I wedge a third finger in, but I keep sliding them in and out until he’s rocking against me, rubbing his dick into the mattress.

When I can’t wait any longer, I move higher and position my cock at his asshole, balancing my weight with one hand on his hip. “This may hurt a little,” I say, because I always say it.

His muffled, “I remember,” barely reaches my ears before I push forward.

He clenches and relaxes, squeezing me until I think I’ll come on the spot. He’s tight and hot and lying perfectly still. I almost ask if he’s okay, but this is how he likes it, so I don’t stop driving forward until I’m buried all the way inside.

I drape my body over his to lick sweat from his skin. His heartbeat reverberates in my chest, begging me to move, but the sooner I start moving, the sooner this will end, and he’ll be gone.

I inhale his scent and hate myself for needing to have more of him than this moment.

I run my fingers through his hair, and they snag on something. The leather cord around his neck, from which Odin’s rune hangs.

It may as well be barbed wire, the way it rips through my lust-filled haze.

This is fucking, not reconnecting.

So I pull out and thrust forward, a little less gently than I should.

He grunts and lets go of his ass to close his fists around the metal rails in my headboard and meet my movements. His ass is clutching my cock, making each thrust burn and tug at my sac, pleasure ripping chunks out of my reason until I’m fucking him hard. The bed creaks, and Arnlaug moans, and I grunt and pant and fuck him for loving me and fuck him for leaving me and fuck him for coming back when I thought I was over him.

Fuck him for wanting to take Scarlett away.

“Come for me, Pan.”

Fuck.

His gravelly command makes my cock jerk and my release rush forward. The fucker took control away from me.

I keep thrusting until I’m spent, and then a little longer, till he stops rocking his hips beneath me. I could go again right now. I’m already hardening inside him. Our coupling has rejuvenated me. I haven’t felt this powerful in ages.

Since the last time I had Arnlaug in my bed.

When I slide out of him to lie onto my back at his side, it takes all I have, not to gather him close, as the scent of his spendings fills my nostrils and short-circuits my reason.

Arnlaug rolls toward me. “That was fun.”

“You still owe me one.” I point to the sticky mess between us on the sheets.

His eyes flutter shut. “Let me catch my breath, and I’ll pay you back.”

* * *

“Panos? Are you in there?”

Scarlett’s voice nudges me awake enough for me to say, “Yeah, come in.” I turn to sit up, but the large body pressed against me stops me.Fuck.Arnlaug is still here.