Chapter 33 #2
Grabbing his hand, she all but yanked him in the direction she wanted him to go.
Bjorn was surprised enough to follow, but she could still hear his heavy breathing and the chuffing sounds he made when he was so angry he couldn’t think.
It was a dangerous game to play, but she didn’t think he would ever hurt her.
Even angry. Even when he was so far gone that he didn’t know his own name or the names of others, he knew her. She had to believe that.
Red rage poured off of him in waves that only she could see. It tried to cling to Astrid, to drag her into the depths with him. She refused to get stuck in that with him, though. It didn’t want her to calm it or even to speak with it. His rage was uncontrollable.
But she could distract him.
The alleyway was empty. It looked like it curved at the end, and she had hope that it was a dead end.
When she found exactly that, Astrid resolved herself to a dead end street to somehow seduce him.
Bjorn turned from her and pounded his fist into the building, the stones cracking around the force of his strike.
And then quietly, so quietly she almost didn’t hear him, he said, “Leave.”
She’d left him alone in this quite enough. Instead, she walked up to him and placed a hand on his back. The warmth of her touch always seemed to calm him, even if he was still shuddering under her touch.
Slowly, Astrid smoothed her hands up his back, feeling the ridges along each side of his spine. The power in his back made her shiver with desire. He was very strong. So capable.
“I can think of other ways to use that anger,” she whispered, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his shoulder. Then she slid her hands back down and tunneled them underneath his shirt.
It was like she’d plunged her hands into a fire.
Bjorn’s skin was so warm, muscles twitching beneath her touch.
She wanted to press her lips and tongue to the deep valley between his muscles, to trace all of that power with her lips.
He was so warm. So capable. And if this was the time when she could distract him with her body, then. .. so be it.
Pulling up his shirt, she did just that. Astrid licked him. Which in hindsight probably wasn’t the best thing she could have done. She didn’t even know if he liked that.
But the deep groan that rumbled through his chest made her see stars at the touch of her slick tongue to his skin. Then he rolled them, and her back was pressed against the wall he had just been punching with his fist.
Breathless, she stared up into his gaze that was still somehow so angry, but also like he wanted to devour her whole. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to devour her, just like he had in that tent.
Somehow, he knew. Bjorn gave her a look that was perhaps a little chiding before sliding down onto his knees before her. He didn’t even look to see if anyone could see them. He just tucked his hands underneath the skirt of the dress he had made and pulled it slowly up inch by inch.
“I’m not going to fuck you here,” he growled against her skin, his nose trailing up the inside of her thigh as he pushed her skirt higher and higher. “But I am going to tend to your needs. Then I will bring you back to my home and I will fuck you into oblivion, bright one.”
The first touch of his tongue between her legs made her see stars. Astrid gasped and grabbed onto his horns, holding on to him just as much as she was keeping him where she wanted him to be.
He was so talented, and perhaps it wasn’t even that.
It wasn’t that his tongue knew where to go or that it was abnormally quick—although it was both things—but Bjorn was so enthusiastic.
He groaned at every taste of her, like he had never tasted anything so delicious.
He wanted to devour her, lick and suck at her flesh, and listen to the soft sounds of her pleasure.
There wasn’t a part of him that shied away from her taste. He didn’t make her feel like this was a chore in the slightest. She’d heard so many priestesses speak of an experience like this, and how it was always a gift from someone else.
Bjorn made it seem like he was the one receiving the gift.
The little grunts he made as his tongue flicked her clit made her want to scream. And then he moved away, delving deeper until his tongue was inside of her, and that was wonderful, but not nearly enough.
With a rough grip, she moved his head back to where she wanted him by the horns. He seemed to like that. His eyes stared up at her, his gaze heated because she had made him go where she wanted, and there was some power in that.
Control, Astrid realized. Perhaps she really enjoyed control more than she knew.
Now she held him there, forcing his movements to be almost nonexistent. He could have broken free from her grip at any point. He was strong enough to do so.
But he didn’t. He let her use him, let her grind herself against his face until that breathless pleasure threw her off a cliff.
Astrid could feel every muscle in her tense, and the sound of his answering groan made her want to tear this dress off herself.
She didn’t care that they were in an alleyway where anyone could see them.
She didn’t care that someone might hear their pleasure.
Astrid wanted him. Desperately.
Breathing hard, she looked down where he stared back up at her, his lips glistening. His long tongue licked it away as he stood, never once breaking eye contact with her. Bjorn braced his arm over her head again. Looming, as he always did, but never in threat.
“That’s one way to distract me,” he growled. “Now, we’re going back to my old home, and I’m going to treat you the way I want to.”
That didn’t sound bad to her at all.