Page 57 of Valkyrie Confused

EIGHTEEN

SCARLETT

Arnlaugon his knees is breathtaking. An enormous, tattooed man, naked but for a talisman around his neck, in a submissive position, about to suck some mythical cock.

I need to burn this into my memory. It must be immortalized in writing.

When Pan stops him, I want to protest, but then Pan’s words sink in.

He wants to eat me out? Yes please.

Mentally thanking Mia for insisting I get lasered before leaving the States, I ask, “Where should I—?” Sit? Lie? Sprawl?

Pan takes me by the hand and leads me to his humongous bed. I expect him to tell me to lie down, but he sits on the edge of the mattress and lies back instead. “Sit on my face, baby. And maybe it’s time to lose the robe?”

At this point, it’s silly to worry about him and Arnlaug, seeing me naked. Under their watchful gazes, I undo the sash and slide the robe down my shoulders.

Arnlaug’s lips twitch, one eyebrow arching appreciatively as he swoops his gaze up my body from my feet to my eyes. “You’re stunning.” He doesn’t move closer or stand. The reverence in his expression is unnerving.

Pan licks his lips. “Absolutely mouthwatering.”

Is he actually expecting me to sit on his face? The thought makes me self-conscious. I’m too heavy.

This wasn’t a good idea.

But the hunger in his gaze as he studies me makes me crawl on the bed beside him.

A slow smile spreads on his lips. “I’ve wanted this since you woke me up at the ass-crack of dawn—”

“It was eleven in the morning. Practically noon,” I interject.

“—yellinggoodnight,” he continues as if he didn’t hear me. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer. I’m dying to find out if you taste as delicious as you look.”

He certainly has a way with words, and I’m so wet, my thighs feel sticky when I rub them together.

Should I do as he says?

Arnlaug wedges his massive shoulders between Pan’s legs and takes him in his mouth. Not all of him, of course; I doubt that’s physically possible.

Arnlaug’s hair has come loose from his ponytail, and his eyes are hooded. He’s tugging on his own cock as he sucks on Pan, using his other hand to pump the bottom half of Pan’s shaft.

The sight is mesmerizing. So much so, I’m past resisting when Pan reaches for my hand and leads me to straddle his head, facing Arnlaug.

Pan’s breath is hot on my labia, my skin bare but for a strip in the middle which I trimmed last week, hoping Arnlaug would change his mind.

My legs tremble with strain, as I try not to lean all of my weight on him when he pulls me down to his mouth. He uses his hold on my hips to rock me against him, as his lips and tongue map. He enters me with his tongue. Sucks my labia between his teeth. His nose presses into my asshole, and his thumb is rubbing my clit.

A ball of pleasure coils in my belly, but I can’t give into it. Can’t believe I followed two men to their room, for sex. How is this me?

Unless it’s not? Is Pan using his power on me? Making me lust after them both?

I’m too caught up inside my head, to lose myself to the sensations.

Also… I tap Pan’s chest. “Can you breathe?”

See? I’m thinking, not feeling.

He chuckles beneath me and pulls me backward. Presses my upper body down, so I lie on top of him.

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