Page 59 of Valkyrie Confused

I can’t believe she is here, with me. Kissing me and opening up for me, her body soft and yielding. Her leashed power hums in my head, as her thighs fold around me. I break our kiss, so I can watch her face as I enter her.

She rocks her hips, slowly taking me in, and it takes all I have, to keep from burying my entire length inside her. I don’t want to hurt her. She may become a Valkyrie soon, but for now she’s fragile and human, so I sink inside her slowly, one centimeter at a time.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. I’m not usually into sweet talk, but she’s gorgeous as she lies beneath me, watching me with hooded eyes, one bee-stung lip trapped between her teeth.

Her small gasps and moans urge me on. “Good girl. See how you’re taking me in. You feel amazing.” I caress her sides and skate my hands over pebbled nipples, needing to be everywhere—to touch all of her—at once. “Perfect for me.”

She’s tight, squeezing me cross-eyed, and so wet. For me. For us.

I look at Arnlaug, who’s slowly pumping his cock as he watches us. When our gazes meet, he leans in for a slow, torturous kiss that makes my head light. Yearning and want feed into my power, rejuvenating me.

When I’m fully sheathed inside Scarlett, time stops. I’ve lain with countless people, been in countless bodies, but this… This feels like home. Like only Arnlaug has ever felt. I move gently, carefully, until I’m gliding inside her easily and she’s lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

Inhibitions shed, she’s more vocal now.

I raise a soundproof barrier around us, to keep her fans from knowing too much about their favorite author.

“Yes,” she hisses. “God, yes.”

I chuckle. “Which god would that be?”

“You.” She throws both arms over her head, to clutch the headboard and push into me.

I sit back on my haunches, lifting her ass and changing the angle of my thrusts. She gasps when I press my palm on her lower abdomen and roll my hips.

Arnlaug’s lust is thick. Potent. Helpless. He wants to come but is holding back. I can tell when he squeezes the base of his cock.

“Take him in your mouth,” I tell Scarlett.

Her eyes fly open, and she licks her lips. Curling her fingers around him, she guides him to her mouth. She flicks her tongue over the blunt tip, and his groan tightens in my balls. When she starts sucking him in tentatively, I clench my teeth so I don’t come.

I drive into her in long, slow thrusts, while Arnlaug slips his hand between her folds to rub her clit, hips pumping. She can only take half his length into her mouth, but works the base with her palm, and from the sounds he makes, he’s close.

But I don’t want him to come like that.

“Stop,” I bark, and they both freeze.

I gather Scarlett to me and lie with her on top of me, my head drooping off the edge of the bed. “I want you to take both of us,” I whisper in her ear, inhaling her scent. “Can you do that, Scarlett?”

She buries her face in the crook of my neck and nods. “Just… Take it slow?”

I’m doing something good, if she’s not using adverbs. I raise my head to look at Arnlaug. “Lube is in the nightstand drawer.” I don’t need to give more explicit instructions.

I drag my palms down her sides, to cup her asscheeks and spread them. When Arnlaug kneels beside her and I feel his beard tickling my balls, I let my head drop back again and lose myself into the sensations.

I don’t move while he’s eating her ass, making her squirm and squeeze me. His sneaky tongue makes its way to my cock and balls more than once, and he pushes a finger into my asshole even while making her moan.

I jerk, and Scarlett lets out a sigh that turns to a groan.

I hear the sliding of the drawer open and shut. Then aclick. More moaning from Scarlett. I wish I could watch what he’s doing to her.

A ceiling mirror would be fun. I’m about to summon one, when her body tenses on top of me. Arnlaug’s knuckles brush my flesh, and the pressure around my cock intensifies as he inches a finger—or is that two?—inside her.

“Relax.” I seek out her mouth and nibble on her bottom lip. I can use more of my power to help her relax, but I don’t want to drown out her reason. “Push back against him. If it feels like too much, we’ll stop.”

She gasps but does as I say, taking in more of me until I feel Arnlaug’s fingers press into my shaft.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and she shivers.

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