Chapter Ten #2
The gold was warm against her skin, gleaming like sunlight. A single Valkyrie was etched into the surface, wings spread wide, hair wild, sword raised.
Odette blinked down at it, then looked up at me, eyes wide. “Salem…?”
“It’s a courting gift,” I said softly, brushing my fingers over the metal. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you who you are.”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. I let the silence hold while I gently smoothed her hair behind her ear.
“You’re a warrior,” I told her. “Not because of what happened to you, but because of how you rose from it. What you survived… that wasn’t weakness. That was a goddamn battle. And you won.”
She stared at the cuff, then at me, tears glassing her eyes. “A Valkyrie?”
I nodded. “Fierce. Beautiful. Brave enough to ride into battle and pull souls out of it.”
She swallowed hard. “Yours?”
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Mine. My Valkyrie. My omega. My heart.” When she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my chest, I held her tighter than I ever had before, because I meant every word.
After a quiet moment, I felt her soft and warm lips begin to press slow, deliberate kisses down the center of my chest. Each one left a trail of heat in its wake.
I sucked in a breath. “Odette?” I whispered her name, breaking from me almost involuntarily as my muscles twitched under her touch. “What… what are you doing?”
I felt her laugh more than I heard, a gentle puff of breath against my skin, amused and unbothered. “I thought that would be obvious,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing as she kissed a little lower.
My hand slid to her shoulder, not to stop her, but out of instinct, like I needed to anchor myself before I drowned in her.
“O,” I said, soft but earnest, “you don’t have to do this. Just because I gave you a gift doesn’t mean—”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her hair falling into her face with the movement. She brushed it aside with a quick flick of her fingers, and when our eyes met, I saw something fierce burning in her expression, determined, confident, and so utterly hers.
“Salem I-Don’t-Know-Your-Middle-Name Hael,” she said sharply, brow arched. “Don’t you dare cheapen this.”
I blinked, startled and amused all at once, and she leaned forward again, resting her weight lightly against me.
“I want this,” she continued, her voice softer now but no less intense. “I’m assuming you do too… So let me show my appreciation the way I see fit. It’s selfish, honestly.” She smirked, tilting her head. “For some reason, I’ve developed a… kink for licking abs.”
I stared at her, stunned for a heartbeat, then let out a sharp laugh—genuine, breathless, a little amazed. “Well,” I said between chuckles, “by all means. Who am I to kink shame?”
That earned me a wide, pleased, and wickedly beautiful grin. She looked positively delighted as she dipped her head again, lips grazing across my stomach, slow and reverent. Her mouth was warm, and her tongue traced lazy patterns across my skin like she was memorizing me one inch at a time.
A low groan escaped me before I could stop it.
The teasing melted into something more intimate, more intense. Her kisses grew deeper, her touch more insistent. Every brush of her lips felt like a promise, of pleasure, of connection, of surrender.
My hands threaded through her hair as she continued her slow descent, and my pulse pounded in my ears, anticipation coiling tighter with every second.
With a playful glint in her eye, Odette gave a quick tug to the waistband of my shorts.
A breath later, my cock sprang free, hard, aching, and entirely unrestrained.
It smacked against her cheek with an audible thwap , startling both of us.
She blinked, wide-eyed, frozen mid-motion as though she wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.
For a second, all we could do was stare at each other in stunned silence, me pressing my lips together in a desperate attempt not to laugh. Then something in the air cracked, maybe it was the ridiculousness of the moment, maybe the intimacy of it, and we both lost it.
Laughter erupted between us, loud and unfiltered, the kind that left our cheeks flushed and our chests heaving.
The bedroom door swings open, and Haze wanders in. “Oh! Am I invited to this party?” He’s wearing another one of his ridiculous T-shirts. This one says The risk was calculated. I’m just bad at math. His jeans are already unbuttoned as he walks barefoot towards us.
Odette looks at me as if to ask if I minded. I smile at her. “Of course, Haze,” she said smoothly, then looked up at him. “You could be a good boy and undress me,” she added, her tone velvet and teasing.
Haze blinked, caught slightly off guard. But after the briefest of pauses, his whole body lit up with excitement. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice nearly breathless as he moved forward eagerly.
As Odette sat back, I let my shorts fall the rest of the way, kicking them off to the floor. Haze’s fingers moved to help pull the purple tank top off over her head. Her bare breast spring free and we both groan at the sight. He quickly tugged her leggings off until she was bare before us.
He reached for the hem of his own shirt, but Odette stopped him with a single sharp look.
“Oh no,” she said with a smirk, voice low and commanding. “Did I tell you to undress?”
Haze froze, halfway to pulling his shirt over his head. His eyes widened with pleading, and something in him seemed to shift—like a line had been drawn and he was more than willing to step over it.
“Oh, please, my sun?” he asked, voice sweet and needy. There was no mistaking the way his pupils dilated, the flush on his cheeks.
I arched a brow, amused. So it wasn’t just Odette learning new things tonight. Seemed Haze had a praise kink hiding under that smug exterior. Interesting.
Odette leaned in, brushing her lips against my neck as her hand wrapped around my cock making it jerk at the touch. “Maybe,” she whispered, teasing, “If you’re a very good boy.”
Haze made a soft, desperate sound in the back of his throat, hands hanging at his sides, restrained by sheer will alone. Watching the dynamic shift between them—watching her take control, watching him submit—lit a fuse inside me I hadn’t known was waiting to be sparked.
I reached out and curled a hand around the back of Haze’s neck, tugging him forward until he was kneeling beside us, his breath shallow, his lips parted.
“Why don’t you beg her properly, hmm?” I murmured, voice rough with arousal.
He looked up at Odette like she was the center of his universe.
“Come closer, both of you,” she purred, lying back and opening herself to us, a vision of want and command all at once. Her pretty pink pussy glistening with her need.
“Closer,” she said again, voice low and velvet-rich.
I moved without hesitation, settling between her thighs, the heat of her pulling at me like a tide. Haze stayed kneeling beside her, reverent, watching with wide eyes and parted lips, his breathing shallow with anticipation.
Odette reached out and slid a hand into my hair, pulling me down into a slow, deep kiss.
It was possessive and consuming, her mouth soft and demanding all at once.
When she pulled back, she pushed my head down gently.
“Taste me.” She demands. Her gaze flicked toward Haze, making sure he was watching.
I swipe my tongue through her folds, groaning at her taste. “Gods, Odette, you taste so good.”
“Let him taste without touching me.”
I swipe my fingers through her slick and lift my hand towards him. Like a starving man he sucks her taste off of me.
“Oh, please , let me touch you.” He begs her. She just smiles at him while I go back to my breakfast.
“Touch me,” she said to him. “Now.”
Haze shifted closer, hands trembling just slightly as he reached for her. He cupped one of her breasts with aching care, his thumb brushing her nipple as he leaned in to press his lips to the soft curve. She sighed, not delicately, but like a queen indulging in her favorite thing.
“Good boy,” she murmured, and Haze moaned—actually moaned—at the words.
I arched a brow, glancing down at him. His pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering as he kissed his way across her skin like a man devoted. There was a hunger in him, but it was tempered by reverence. He was clearly waiting for permission to take things further.
Odette moans as her back lifts from the bed. I can feel her orgasm build as I feast. She shatters as I suck her clit hard. I sit back grinning at her, my face covered in her juices.