Chapter 29 Helayna
HELAYNA
I’d tasted the darkest essence of Hel flowing in my dark alfar’s veins. The piercing, brutal cold of my ice giant. The snowy fur of my arctic predator. The colorful, dancing rainbows in my god.
But I’d never felt anything quite like the explosion of his blood on my skin.
The heated rush of flaring magic sinking into me.
Magic so strong and powerful it laced the Nine Worlds together into the tapestry of Yggdrasil’s roots and branches.
Crossing universes. Spanning infinite darkness to the full spectrum of light.
The deepest levels of Hel to the highest, brightest realm of light.
Now lighting up my cells. Forming new connections and bridges throughout my body.
His blood sank through my skin, melded with the rainbows I’d already swallowed, and turned my veins into raging torrents.
My fangs throbbed. I needed to bite him. Tear at him. Fill my mouth with his essence. Grip him in my jaws. Coat myself in his blood.
I tried to arch upward to sink my fangs into him, but he gripped my throat, pinning me flat. Fangs bared, I glared up at him, digging my nails into his arm.
His eyes blazed like the crystal prism on his sword. His nostrils flared, his jaws tight with effort. “I will give you want but carefully, my queen.”
“Fuck carefully. I want you to fuck me now.”
His jaws ground side to side, the cords in his neck and shoulders straining. Not to hold me down—but to keep himself under control. It dawned on me I should probably heed his warning. I should be at least a little scared of him.
He was an ancient Norse god of untold majesty and power.
But I’m the Daughter of Hel and Loki. I’d survived being trapped inside Jormungandr and touched Yggdrasil. If anyone could survive a god’s full, undivided attention, it would be me.
I raked my nails down his forearm. Even his godly skin was easy to shred after tearing through dark alfar hide.
His blood streamed down around my neck. Tiny rivers carrying powder kegs of explosive magic.
I squirmed and twisted in his grip, now slippery with his own blood.
Though I couldn’t escape while climax raged through me.
Shuddering, I bit my bottom lip, adding my own blood to the volatile cocktail of magic shimmering between us.
“Fuck,” he ground out.
“Yes, please.”
“Odin damn me for being a fool.” Then he released me.
I surged up and sank my fangs into his chest. A hard, deep, messy bite made him grunt.
His throat, tearing his skin rather than leaving tidy punctures.
His blood fountained across my breasts, and I lost the capacity for thought.
For anything. Thrashing, I fell back to the mattress.
On fire. Inside and out. The rainbows in his blood swept through me in a sparkling flood, making me pant, sweat, and shake.
Blinking, trying to see. Trying to breathe. I finally managed to look up at him.
Sitting back on his heels, he tipped his head back, stretching his neck in a long, slender column of onyx.
Blood streamed down the front of his body, dripping on his magnificent cock.
Blood so full of magic it didn’t even look red.
Too many colors burned in each drop. Shattered ice and diamonds sparkling in the moonlight while aurora borealis bled across the midnight sky.
Rays of light blazed around him. On me. In me.
A blinding, blowing storm of pure rainbow energy.
He drew in a long, shaking breath and tipped his head back down to look at me. “Had enough?”
“Never.”
He glanced over his shoulder at Dorr. “Alpha?”
My Darkest perched on the rail at the foot of the bed like a formidable gargoyle.
Wings tucked against his back, claws gripping the wooden frame, his obsidian hide glistened in the spinning rainbows.
“She has subdued the Endless Slough, the Bottomless Pit, and the Darkest Black Mountain. She will now subdue the Brightest Rainbow God without issue.”
Heimdallr looked back at me, his eyes so bright they looked white.
“Then I ask you to bite me harder, my queen. But first...” His golden shards tore the scratches on his forearm wider, deeper, allowing blood to gush down his fingertips.
He held his dripping hand over my pussy, drizzling me with his bright blood.
My back bowed and I screamed so hard my throat ached.
He seized my hips, locking my thighs over his shoulders so he could rub his blood deeper with his face.
His tongue. He stroked and teased and licked his blood into me.
Pushing it inside me. Filling me with his blood.
Magic pulsed and pushed inside me like his cock.
I could only imagine how much better it would be when he shoved deep.
Desperate to get him inside me, I clawed at his shoulders, gouging more wounds until I finally managed to seize thick coils of his hair.
I dragged him up, winding his hair around my wrists.
Until he was close enough I could finally bite his throat again.
Harder. As he asked. Gripping him in my jaws, willing my fangs to slide deeper, longer, piercing his flesh like twin ivory swords.
He groaned deep in his chest. A long, endless sound, rough and hoarse, a bellow.
A roar. A cry loud enough even Yggdrasil itself shivered with delight, rustling magical leaves with pleasure.
Until he finally thrust inside me hard enough my breath exploded out of my lungs. As if he meant to shake me loose.
But I had my fangs in him now. I refused to let go.
Grinding my jaws side to side, working his flesh, I sucked on him without retracting my fangs. I pulled hard on his blood. Willing it to flow to me. Deepest, darkest rivers. The rainbow bridges above. Flow to me.
His blood poured into me. Quicker than I could swallow.
Spilling from my mouth, coating us both in his shining, burning blood.
The last bit of his control shattered and broke apart like a failing dam against the raging sea.
Grunting with effort, he thrust again, so hard he drove me higher up the bed.
Our bodies slipped on the bloody sheets.
Until he could grab the headboard for leverage.
He bent over me, his back heaving, grinding deeper. Trying to shove me through the mattress into the ground below. Wood cracked. Splintered.
Something fell toward us. I caught a glimpse of something wispy and light, barely grazing my face, then Dorr swept the falling beam aside so it crashed onto the floor.
I shook my hands free of the tangled coils of Heimdallr’s hair so I could rake his back with my nails.
Digging into his buttocks as if I could pull him inside me deeper. Hold him. Forever.
Shuddering with climax, he poured into me, adding a new glittering stream to the magic flowing between us.
Light so bright I couldn’t see it. My brain couldn’t recognize it.
But I felt the vibrations through my muscles and bones.
A piercing frequency detonated through me like a nuclear bomb.
I couldn’t hold in so much energy. It blasted out of my mouth in a scream.
Waves of magic, pulsing energy, a rolling shockwave rocked the entire house. Rumbled the ground with seismic energy.
Afterimages flickered like lingering shadow residue. Not just my eyes but all my senses, completely overloaded. My ears rang. My muscles ached. My head didn’t feel connected to my body. He fell. Rolled. Taking me with him. Dragging me on top of his chest.
My fangs started to retract, making me twitch and shudder even at such a small sensation. His chest heaved beneath me. Wet. Sweat. Blood. Both. He cupped my face in both hands, lifting my head up enough so he could see my face.
Relief swept over him, relaxing the strain in his eyes. “Goddess. You’re still alive.”
Blinking away the shadowy residue, I licked my lips, though the taste of his blood made my eyes roll back in my head. Lingering aftershocks made me quiver and twitch all over again. “Better. Than alive.”
He let his head drop back to the mattress and he laughed. A chuckle at first, then louder. Full on laughter. Pouring out of him until he shook the bed all over again.
Propping my chin on my hand, my elbow on his chest, I watched him with a bemused smile. This amazing, beautiful god of Bifrost, standing guard for untold centuries. Flat on his back. Completely relaxed. Bloody. Laughing with such ease and joy.
“I think you sucked the soul out of my body.”
“I tried.”
He bellowed out another deep chuckle, his fingers gliding around my nape.
He lifted his head again, his eyes back to warm, deep gold.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Thank you, Helayna Ironheart, for proving even gods are nothing but putty under the hands and fangs of such a beautiful, powerful vampire queen.”
I touched my tongue to his lips and then lightly stroked over the brutal shards of his teeth. “You didn’t feed.”
A tremor shook his chest. “Goddess, I can still taste my blood on your tongue. I don’t need to feed like you, my queen, but I admit I am quickly developing a taste for blood. Especially yours.”
“Good, because I’d like to feel your teeth ravage me next time.”
His eyes flashed, his lips curling in an easy, confident smile. “Next time, absolutely, though I think we’ll need to find a new bed.”
Vaguely, I remembered Dorr pushing something away from us.
I sat upright and looked around the room with amused horror.
The bedding was wet with blood. Black essence puddled around my alpha, who’d moved up to the head of the bed beside us.
The wooden frame was completely shattered.
Cracked posts broken apart on the marble like kindling.
The mattress sat unevenly on the floor on top of the remnants.
The heavy drapes at the window billowed with fresh air—telling me we’d broken out the windows.
“Whoa. I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t stay in the queen’s suite with all that glass around us.”
“I hit a new frequency I didn’t even know was possible,” Heimdallr said. “I bet even the Screaming Madness heard us at the ends of the universe.”
My cheeks heated with a blush. I could only imagine the look on Franz’s face when he surveyed what was left of the bed.
Heimdallr threw his head back, roaring with laughter all over again. Blushing harder, I closed my eyes and pulled the blood, essence, and cum to me. I couldn’t fix the windows or the bed frame, but I could at least clean up the bodily fluids.
He twitched beneath me, his entire body shaking. My eyes flew open and I watched his skin knit back together. The gouges on his throat, shoulders, and arms. Gone. Except for pearly rainbow marks still glittering in his dark skin. I’d left permanent marks in this beautiful, perfect god.
“You’re scarred,” I breathed out, regret tightening my throat.
He jerked upright, pulling my face against his chest, his arms sliding around me. “I love that you marked me. I want everyone to see exactly how hard you loved me. In fact, I want you to claw and bite me all over. Leave nothing unmarked. I want it all.”
Relieved, I eased back with him to the mattress. Dorr stretched out behind me, his arm sliding around me, pressing me against the god. “Perhaps you can mark rainbows into all of us now, my queen.”
I yawned, my eyes already heavy with sleep. Though I managed to whisper, “I’ll try. Next time.”