Chapter 49 Rhyland #2
"Lady Sigrid asks a fascinating question." Baldr adds. "Surely you must feel something, walking these sacred halls. Your grandfather's legacy surrounds us."
Fucking perfect. Now I'm trapped between this Aesir woman and ásgard's golden boy.
"The architecture's nice." I drain my glass, already planning escape routes.
"Oh, you simply must see the Great Hall's eastern wing then." Lady Sigrid's hand hovers near my arm. "The murals there depict Thor's greatest victories. Perhaps I could give you a... private tour?"
"Indeed." Baldr's smile widens. "Lady Sigrid is quite knowledgeable about our history. And given your connection to Thor's bloodline..."
I catch Dani's eye across the room. Her raised eyebrow says she's caught this whole clusterfuck—fuck me. Blood rushes south so fast I'm dizzy."Another time." I step back, already feeling Dani's concern pulse through our bond. "If you'll excuse me."
"But surely—" Lady Sigrid starts.
"My mate needs me."
I don't wait for a response, already moving toward Dani. Their voices fade behind me, but I catch Baldr's too-smooth laugh. "Ah, young love. So... consuming."
Each step closer reveals new tortures. Smoky shadow makes those honey-gold eyes burn brighter, and her glossed lips beg to be claimed. My hands itch to touch, to possess.
My arm snakes around her waist before I'm even conscious of moving, pulling her against me. The heat of her body soaks through the delicate fabric of her gown, making my beast purr.
"God damn…you're a fucking vision, baby." My voice drops to a growl as I clock another warrior's appreciative glance. "Though if one more person stares at what's mine, we might have a diplomatic incident on our hands."
Her laugh ripples through my chest, and Christ—that smirk. Those glossed lips curve up like she knows exactly what I'm thinking, what I want to do to that mouth. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip, already tasting her, already hungry for more.
My mind floods with images—her mouth wrapped around my cock, those perfect lips stretched wide, that wicked tongue working her magic.
Want slams through me, the need to claim that mouth, to taste those lips, to fuck that pretty throat until she's hoarse from screaming my name.
I swallow a growl, already desperate for a taste, already aching to make those sinful thoughts reality.
"Down, boy." Those beautiful eyes sparkle with mischief as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. "Though I suppose I can't blame you for being territorial, considering Lady Sigrid was practically undressing you with her eyes."
My jaw clenches at the memory. "Noticed that, did you?"
"Hard to miss." Her fingers trace the silver threading on my chest. "Especially when Baldr kept parading you around like ásgard's most eligible bachelor."
"Only bachelor I see is Baldr." I pull her closer, letting my scent wrap around her. "I'm spoken for. Marked. Mated."
Her laugh sends heat straight to my cock. "Mmm, maybe we should remind Lady Sigrid of that fact?"
"You offering to help me make a point, Angel?" My hands slide lower, cupping that perfect ass through silk. "Because I've got some ideas about that."
She swats my chest, but I catch the spike in her arousal. "Behave yourself. A savior has duties, you know. Like charming the masses at parties thrown in our honor." Her fingers trail up my chest. "Though I must say, watching you work this formal wear is quite the distraction."
Topaz earrings catch the light as she moves, drawing my gaze up that graceful neck. The sweetheart neckline of her dress does sinful things to me. My mouth waters at the sight, remembering exactly how those perfect breasts feel in my hands, taste on my tongue, bounce when I'm—fuck.
My cock twitches at the memory, and I have to shift my stance to adjust myself— watching those beautiful breasts strain against that delicate fabric is pure fucking torture.
Her hands slide up to cradle my jaw, fingertips threading through my freshly trimmed beard. The sensation immediately drawing a growl from deep in my chest.
"Angel." The warning rumbles from my chest as her fingers keep working their torture. My eyes flutter despite my best efforts to maintain control. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer. "Keep touching me like that; these fine people might get quite the show."
That laugh hits me like lightning—all white teeth and wicked promises. Her nails rake through my beard, sending sparks straight to my pulsing dick. "Is that so?" Those eyes dance with mischief. "Because watching you squirm is kind of turning me on."
My answering growl has several nearby Aesir suddenly finding other places to be. Smart move on their part.
This woman.
"There are plenty of dark corners in this palace, baby. Care to test that theory?"
"Mmm, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?
" Her fingers slip under my collar, nails scraping skin in a way that makes me want to act, audience be damned.
"You getting all worked up with everyone watching?
" She presses against me, those perfect tits crushed to my chest, and hell—I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric.
"Too bad I've got this whole chosen one thing going on.
Can't exactly bend me over the nearest table without scandalizing all these gods, now can you? "
"No, Angel, that's your fantasy." The words have the desired effect—that delicious blush spreads down her neck, making my fangs ache with the need to taste that heated skin, to mark every inch of that rosy flush with my mouth.
Sure, we fucked each other senseless last night, but my blood's already healed that delicious ache between her thighs.
She knows damn well I can go for hours—days, that I can make her come again and again until she's begging me to stop.
Seeing her now, wrapped in that fuck-me dress, it's taking every ounce of control not to bend her over the nearest surface and remind her precisely who makes her scream.
Who makes her pussy clench. Who makes her beg for more.
Her arousal slams into me, sweet and hot—fuck, she's actually imagining it. My nostrils flare as that honeyed scent wraps around me, my cock weeping at the knowledge of exactly what's running through that dirty little mind of hers.
"Baby..." The warning in my voice only makes her grin wider.
"Although..." Her hand slides down my chest, painfully slow.
"if you behave yourself for the rest of this fancy-ass party and later.
.." She bites her lip, and those eyes are pure sin.
"I'll let you do whatever dirty things you've been thinking about since you saw me in this dress. " she winks, "anything."
Holy fucking hell. My mind dives straight into the gutter—first thought? Her ass.
I'm ready to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest empty room. But the challenge in those sparkly gold eyes keeps me planted. Fucking tease knows I can't resist a bet.
"You're going to regret that challenge, baby."
"Counting on it, RhyPie."
She slides from my grasp like smoke through my fingers, throwing one last molten look over her shoulder. That perfect ass sways beneath light blue chiffon as she glides away, my body hums with the need to chase her down. To grab those hips and—Jesus Christ.
My cock strains against the expensive fabric, demanding the attention it's not going to get. Not yet. Not with half of ásgard's finest watching their precious savior work the room.
Her arousal hits me again, deliberate, like she's broadcasting exactly how wet she is.
The image that floods my mind nearly brings me to my knees: that perfect ass up in the air, begging to be filled, her tight little dress hiked around her hips.
Her pussy wet and dripping down her thighs, but it's that puckered hole that's calling to me, ready to be stretched around my cock.
I can almost hear those desperate little whimpers she makes when she wants it in both holes, the way she begs so pretty when she needs to be filled completely.
Fucking shit. I shake my head, trying to clear it, but my beast is already straining against its chains, desperate to make that vision reality.
Christ. This isn't some fantasy I just conjured—she's beaming straight-up porn into my brain like it's nothing.
Last time we tried this shit, I nearly passed out showing her Amara's torture dungeon memories.
But my little firecracker? She's dropping these vivid, filthy fantasies into my head like they're fucking text messages.
My savage little mate's getting stronger by the minute; she knows how to use it to drive me insane. If she's already figured out how to weaponize this connection, I'm in deep fucking trouble.
She's across the room pretending to listen to some warrior's bullshit story, but those honey-gold eyes keep finding mine.
That knowing look burns straight through me, and when her tongue slides across her bottom lip—fuck.
She knows exactly what she's doing and images she just planted in my head.
My fingers flex against my thighs, already imagining how that delicious ass will feel in my grip, how those lips will look wrapped around my cock.
Just wait, baby. When I get you alone, I'm going to make you pay for every single tease.
Game on, Angel.