Page 24 of Valkyrie Confused

Should I blink him to his room?

“Oh.”

Too late. Scarlett is in my bedroom, her eyes wide as saucers as she flicks her gaze from the naked man next to me to my face, to the hard-on I’m sporting.

“Oh,” she says again. “I’m sorry. I thought you were alone.” But she makes no move to leave. She’s wet. Her desire coats my tongue and makes my cock even harder.

Arnlaug shifts. Half-rises on one elbow. “Ahshit. I drifted off.” He’s covered only with a corner of the sheet between his legs, where he’s hardening too.

She still hasn’t moved, except for her hand, clutching her top. Does she realize I can see her grazing her nipple with her pinky?

She’s enthralled by the remnants of desire in the room. She’d join us if I asked her to, but would it be of her own free will? My proximity can amplify lust in any setting, and when I’m this close to the two beings I crave the most, instinct takes over. Part of me rebels at the idea of muting my power when I could have them both, but I silence it and rein in my influence. I don’t want her to be affected by it.

“Scarlett, you needed something from me?” I ask.

“Yes.” She licks her lips, her fingers tracing her neckline. Her pupils are blown, her cheeks red. I’m dying to have her beneath me, looking just like this.

“What was it?” I ask gently. And what are the odds she came in here to ask me to fuck her?

Zero.

“Did you need another demonstration?” Like most of us from the old world, Arnlaug is unashamed of his naked body. He tosses the sheet back and stands, offering us both a great view of his tattooed and scarred back before turning around, to wow us with his erection.

I’d be humbled if my dick weren’t bigger.

Scarlett takes a step backward, still studying us intently. “I think I’m good for now,” she squeaks.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Because we’re both willing to be of service.” His voice has gone deeper. Throatier. His bear is close to the surface.

I love the smile that flickers across Scarlett’s lips, before her expression turns shy. "Um… No. No more displays, please. I'm good. Thank you, though. You may… proceed. Relax? Whatever. You’re a guest.” She points at me. “And you— Should I make any arrangements for dinner? Since you're busy? It’ll probably be just the three of us tonight, so I can manage.”

Dinner? What time is it? A little after five, according to the clock on my bedside table. I jump off the bed too. I’m not as competitive as—say—a Berserker, but I may as well show her what’s on offer. “No no. I’m on it,” I say, slowly walking toward my armoire. I take my time pulling my jeans on, no underwear, and make sure she has ample opportunity to count my abs as I tug a fresh T-shirt over my head.

Arnlaug strides to the pile of his clothes on the floor and gets dressed as slowly and painstakingly as I did. “Anything I can do?” he asks.

“Yeah, stay out of the way, but where I can see you.” It's not supposed to sound flirty. What happened between us was transactional. We both needed a taste of the kind of sex we couldn’t get with mortals, and satisfaction was guaranteed.

Problem with me is I have no sense of limits. Okay, that’soneof my problems. But anyway, a single taste can never be enough. Which is fine. What we partook of was the kind of sex that can happen again while he’s here, especially if it helps me get through to him.

That doesn’t mean he can help me around the kitchen. That would be too intimate.

Says the man who was choking on Arnlaug’s cock earlier today.

“Yes sir.” Arnlaug salutes, and the tattoo stretching across his bicep is begging me to lick it.

Which is why the sex shouldn’t happen again, after all.

“Are you hungry?” I ask Scarlett. I can tell she is, but not for food. The need has faded from her expression, but her gaze is still ravenous.

She shakes her head.

“You sure?” I prod. “I could bring something to your room.”

“That's okay. I'll grab a sandwich later. Now, I need to write. Some more.” Her exit is as fast and furious as I imagine that of a Valkyrie would be, the musk of her desire trailing behind her.

It takes all I have, to keep from going after her.

TEN

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