Chapter 10
Elva
Istepped inside a pristine foyer, leading into a short hallway, where an expensive hand-woven rug stretched across the floor.
The walls were adorned with oil paintings of the sea and surrounding forests and glistened in the torchlight.
I closed the door behind me with a gentle click and proceeded toward the arc at the end of the hallway.
It opened into a giant sitting room. Intricately carved couches faced an immense fireplace made of sparkling sea stones.
The fabric covering the couches was the most intricate I had ever seen outside of the Siren Queen’s chambers.
I cautiously tread into the room. The fire sputtered and crackled, and I heard a door open behind me.
Baldr was standing beside a table, pouring himself a drink. “I thought I heard the door open.” He finished pouring his beverage and held a glass out to me.
Without speaking, I crossed the room and accepted his glass, my eyes roving over him.
He’d changed clothes from earlier and now wore only a pair of loose, flowing pants.
They hung precariously low on his hips, just enough to tease, and covered the top half of his legs, until they bent at the knee.
Curiosity had me shift just enough to see his tail coming out of an opening at the back of his trousers.
The rest of him was fully on display, and I couldn’t help but admire him with an intensity I tried to mask.
His brown hair hung loosely across his face, and his muscles were sharply defined across both his chest and arms.
He held his glass out to me, and I gently tapped mine to his before taking a sip.
The ale was richly smoky and bit my tongue before igniting a slow burn as I swallowed.
I pulled back the glass and looked at it, expecting to see some smoke coming off it.
When I looked back at Baldr he had already closed the distance between us, with a slight smirk on his face.
“I have it shipped from the north,” he said.
“Must be nice to be rich,” I replied, taking another gulp of the ale. I never needed courage to be around a man, but something about Baldr felt different—it felt dangerous, and I couldn’t sort out why.
His fingers grazed mine as he took the glass from me and placed it back on the table. I turned my gaze up at him, and he ran his fingers through my locks.
“I remember something about a tour,” I said in the most sultry voice my non-siren self could muster.
“I offered, didn’t I?” He smiled as his hand moved behind my neck and gripped my hair, sending a wave of heat through my core.
He leaned down so his lips were almost touching my ear. “You have three options to start with: a tour of the town, of the inn, or my bedroom. Which would you prefer?”
I pressed my siren down as hard as I could, fighting the urge to let her rise to the surface.
My hand drifted up his chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his skin.
The satyr was mine tonight. Biting my lower lip, I turned to face him.
The scent of earth and leather overwhelmed me as he gripped my hair harder so I’d have to meet his gaze.
“Well?”
I smiled before I pressed my lips to his, and he used his free hand to pull me flush against him.
He was a solid wall of muscle, and using all the force I could muster, being pinned against him, I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck.
An animalistic moan left him, and he gripped my thighs to hoist me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking our kiss, he kicked open the bedroom door and threw me onto his giant bed.
I only caught a quick glimpse of the space before he was at the edge of his bed, watching me.
His pants hung lower now and were only being held up by his erection.
Realizing how large he was made my insides heat with anticipation. I’d learned about satyrs in my seduction lessons, and they were said to be one of the most well-endowed creatures in our world, but I never expected to bed one.
Baldr chuckled. He likely noticed me staring and climbed onto the bed.
His weight made the mattress lean to the side as he crawled toward me.
I eyed him as he got closer, playing with the leather straps on my corset.
When I moved to unlace myself, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pinning it above my head.
“Not just yet.” His voice dropped an octave as he spoke.
A wicked grin spread across my lips as he stared at me.
As he leaned in, his eyes seemed to change color.
He growled as he sniffed my neck, and my insides turned to mush.
The surrounding air smelled of earth and rain, and I realized how satyrs got their reputation for seduction—pheromones.
Only the sultry sirens could use that trick to lure in their lovers.
The rest of us had to work for our conquests and make do with our songs.
Knowing what I knew about males, I had a choice here: to stop things and call him out on this whole setup, or to give in and enjoy the ride.
I grabbed the back of his head with my free hand and pulled his mouth down to mine to kiss him.
He tasted of spicy smoke leftover from the ale, and it sent tremors of anticipation through me.
As I expected, he didn’t need any encouragement.
Baldr’s kisses were rough and demanding.
His stubble scratched my chin as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.
When he released my wrist, I let out a desperate moan.
Laughing, he moved his kisses to my neck and used his free hand to make quick work of my corset ribbon.
Of all the men I have been with, none had ever undressed me that swiftly.
He pulled the leather from beneath me and threw it across the room.
The room had a slight chill, making my nipples pebble instantly and my body shiver.
Perhaps his chilly room was intentional.
Baldr abandoned my neck, and his mouth latched onto my right breast. As his tongue gently flicked my nipple, his free hand found my other breast and pinched the nipple.
The combination of pain and pleasure made me buck beneath him, and earned me a suck and pinch.
My hands snaked through his hair until I found the base of his horns.
The curious side of me wondered if they were sensitive, so I stroked the shaft of one, and a guttural moan vibrated against my breast. I bit back my giggle and grasped both his horns.
A deep growl left him. Continuing to work, his eyes turned up and glanced at me.
Their intensity fueled me, and I clutched his horns and pulled him off my breast. His mouth found mine again, and I kissed him back with the same enthusiasm he gave me.
Releasing my breast, his hand found my waistband, and without hesitation, slipped into my pants.
Fingers flitted over my clit like drops of rain, there for a moment and then gone.
I released a breathy sigh, and his kisses became rougher.
Running my fingers down his muscled chest, I tugged the string of his pants, sending them sliding down his thighs so he could kick them off with ease.
Reaching for his cock, I gasped when I gripped it, and realized it curved toward his stomach, and had a much larger bulge on the head than I’d ever seen.
Glancing down, I couldn’t help but turn my head to the side a little to take in the entire thing.
“Don’t worry, you can handle it,” Baldr whispered, as he slid his hand out of my pants and pushed them down my legs before throwing them off the bed.
Sitting back against the pillows, he watched as I carefully examined his cock.
Not only was it impressively large, but it seemed to be ribbed along the shaft.
Locking my eyes on his, I leaned down and swirled my tongue over the tip, making his head drop back as he moaned.
Enjoying his response, I gripped his dick with both hands and stroked him as I took the entire tip into my mouth.
Animalistic grunts of pleasure burst from him, the harder I sucked as I took him deeper with each bob of my head.
Finally, I popped out his cock and straddled his lap.
Baldr grabbed himself and lined up with my pussy as I slowly lowered myself onto him.
The stretch to take him was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
For a moment, I was nervous I couldn’t take him, but as if he’d read my mind, the satyr moved his hand to stroke my clit, sending a rush of wetness to aid his entry.
Inch by glorious inch, I worked my way down on him until I was flush with his pelvis, and his entire cock was buried inside me.
Taking a moment to catch my breath, he moved up to fist my hair with one hand and slap my ass with the other.
I jerked at the sharpness of the slap, and my entire pussy was set off.
I rocked back and forth on the satyr until I adjusted to the size, and then I grabbed his horns for support and bounced myself up and down on his cock while he worked my clit mercilessly.
As I felt my orgasm build, he moved his free hand to tweak and roll my nipples, adding a bit of pain to the pleasure that was threatening to tear me in two.
When I was on the verge of coming, he grabbed my hips and threw me down on the bed.
He tossed my leg over his shoulder and grabbed my wrists again to lock them above my head.
Pulling his cock out of me for a moment, he smirked down at me before he slammed himself back into me, pushing me up the bed from the force of it.
I screamed as he continued to pound into me like a bull charging a target.
By the time he was spent, and filling me with his cum, I’d orgasmed at least three times, and couldn’t speak because of how hoarse my throat was.
Baldr lay beside me, panting loudly enough to wake the dead. I enjoy it when I manage to wear a man out during sex, and the satyr did not disappoint. After we both got a hold of our breath, I stood from the bed and gathered my things.
The floor behind me clacked as hooves hit it. “Time for that tour.”
I was about to lace up my pants, but stopped and looked up, “Tour?”
He grinned at me like a child with a new toy. “I promised you a tour and I’m a satyr of my word.”
I looked him over, and he did not indicate deception. His movements were fluid as he stood and moved toward the wardrobe, this time opting for pants rather than a loincloth. “It gets chilly at night this time of year. If you didn’t bring a cloak, I’ll provide you with one.”
I glanced into the wardrobe to see at least two dozen items in various colors, fabrics, and lengths.
“Left behind from your conquests?” I slipped my corset on and did up the front ribbon.
Baldr snickered. “No. I just like having options.” I heard him rifling through fabric across the room as I focused on the ribbons, a job I usually left for Leifur or Sindri.
“This one matches your eyes.”
I looked up, and Baldr was holding a beautiful cloak that seemed to change color from sea blue to hunter green as he turned it in the light.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said as he held it out to me.
The fabric was the softest I’d ever felt.
Instinct told me it was too much, and that he must have an ulterior motive, but I couldn’t stop touching it.
If Sindri could accept all his treasures, why shouldn't I?
I draped the cloak over my bare shoulders, marveling at how it seemed to glow against my skin.
Baldr looped the metal fastener across the cloak and stepped back. “I knew it would suit you,” he said, and offered his arm with a flourish. “Shall we?”