Page 36 of Soul of Fire

The fact that I could make a man like Arik—a warrior who felled at least twelve men today and barely broke a sweat—shudder was an intoxicating feeling.

Idunn stirred excitedly, sending heat to my core as I continued to press kisses down the length of his stomach and over the ridges of muscle in his abdomen.I suppose I shall forgive his impertinence.

“Kjære.” Arik’s voice was hoarse, a plea and a question as I flicked my gaze up to meet his. I continued kissing downward, pulling the sheet with me to reveal the trail of ashen hair that led below his navel. His head fell back against the pillows, and I smiled against his warm skin. “Fucking Norns. Please keep going.”

I laughed against him as I worked my way down. It would not be the first time I had taken him in my mouth, but I wasn’t an expert by any means. I was clumsy and more than a little uncertain, but the way he twitched in my hand as I grasped his firm length and the growl of need coming from Idunn gave me the confidence to continue.

He was salt and smoke, and he shuddered again as I licked my way up his shaft and over his head, already beading with desire.

I thought you didn’t believe in the Norns?I teased, my mouth full of the taste of him.

He sucked in a breath as I worked my tongue over the sensitive head. “I’ll fucking believe anything you tell me to, Kjære.”

I smiled around him, grazing his skin with the very edge of my teeth. It was too much for him. He pulled me up roughly, pulling my mouth to his as he fumbled for a moment before sliding inside me.

He growled as he found me wet and warm and ready.

I need to come inside you, Kjære.His voice mixed with Baldur’s as he thrust, his words growing unsteady as he claimed my mouth.Inside this tight pussy that was made for me by the gods or the fates or whatever force granted me you.

Heat bloomed across my abdomen as pleasure built in me, as sure and steady as his thrusts—so hard and insistently that the decorative shields on the wall behind the bed thumped in time with his movements.

I desperately wished I were toppling over the edge with him as he came, his sweat-slicked brow pressed to mine as he groaned. But it was enough to guide him through his pleasure. To reassure him that I was well, and that we were one.

Idunn hissed a protest as he slowed, and Baldur must have relayed her frustration. Arik let out a breathless laugh, kissing meonce more before flipping us over so quickly I didn’t realize what he was doing until his head was already between my thighs.

Lest you think I could ever leave you wanting.He pressed two fingers into me, forcing his spill back inside me in a way that was so erotic I thought Idunn might escape my skin.

More,she demanded, her voice an echo in my head as I groaned in pleasure, his fingers filling the part of me that was too empty. Still wanting.

My mate is greedy,Baldur growled approvingly as Arik’s tongue teased my clit, and he pressed his fingers deeper.She will have twice our pleasure.

Three times, if I can manage it,Arik corrected, beginning the slow and steady torment that he knew would be my undoing.

I moaned, the sound a guttural cry of need as he worked his fingers and his tongue against and within me.I can’t…I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out more loudly.People will hear.

Let them.He stroked his tongue in a circle around the sensitive bud as he slid his hands up my body to cup my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I almost shattered right then and there.Let them hear how I fuck my mate. How I claim you.

It was too much as Idunn and Baldur met on the bridge between our minds, their energies pulsing in time with Arik’s fingers. I shuddered around him, trying to keep my noises contained to the walls of our room despite Arik’s urging.

Arik licked me through my pleasure, the waves subsiding to a dull roar against my mind before starting to climb toward another glittering peak.

That’s right, Kjære.Arik’s voice was one with Baldur’s, his eyes slitted silver as he watched me from between my thighs.Again.

Chapter eleven

Eisa

Ishouldhaveawokenpleasantly sore, my mate wrapped around me, and a dull ache between my legs.

Instead I woke to my body attempting to kill me.

At least, it felt like that. A stabbing, throbbing ache had taken up residence in my abdomen sometime during the night, and it felt like my internal organs were trying to claw their way out of my body using nothing but blunted spoons.

I sat up, my breath catching as a wave of pain almost made me double over again.

“What is it?” Arik’s voice was rough with sleep as his hand found the small of my back. Heat radiated from him, and it momentarily soothed the jagged edge of pain that had taken over my consciousness.

When my only reply was a whimper, I felt him shift in the bed, his voice an urgent growl as he sat up. “What is it, Kjære?”