Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Loki knelt before Val, forcing himself to keep his own need at bay. This was about her, and strange as it was to him, he would enjoy every moment of giving her pleasure and taking nothing for himself.
Normally, his needs were his first priority, but this time, he wanted nothing more than to sate her needs- mostly because he didn’t want that shifter doing it- though he wasn’t sure why seeing the Alpha with her had angered him so much.
“First rule,” she said. “No talking.”
He looked at her but said nothing.
She grinned and nodded. “Next, no intercourse.”
He waited.
“No kissing. No staying the night. No asking for me to take care of you when it’s over. And no telling anyone. And I mean anyone. Hel, I don’t even want to talk about it. Got it?”
Loki nodded.
He glided his fingers into the waist of her pants, which she’d already unzipped, and slid them down over her hips. The shiver she tried to hide as his palms skimmed over her tight rear and down the backs of her thighs made him smile.
He didn’t dare meet her eye for fear she’d tell him to stop.
And the last thing in the world he wanted to do was stop.
He kneaded the flesh of her sculpted legs as she dropped her pants to the floor.
To his surprise, she wore a simple pair of boy shorts.
He’d not expected her to wear something sexy and uncomfortable, but the sight of the leg-hugging boy shorts made him hotter than if she’d been wearing a g-string.
He leaned in to kiss her silky thigh, but Val grabbed his hair.
“No kissing,” she said.
Loki smirked as his tongue glided over Val’s skin with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of wet heat.
She shivered. His hand moved with purpose, fingers curling around the waistband of her underwear and tugging them down, revealing the trimmed golden curls that framed her glistening folds.
The fabric pooled at her ankles, and he tossed it aside like an afterthought, his gaze locked on the prize before him.
Val’s breath hitched as Loki’s palms pressed against her inner thighs, spreading them.
His tongue wasted no time, lapping at her with a hunger that bordered on animalistic.
She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, gripping tight as his tongue worked her with expert precision.
Her moan was low, throaty, and filled with longing, spurring him on.
He wanted more. Needed more. The taste of her was intoxicating- sweet with a hint of musk that made his erection throb painfully against the confines of his suit pants.
His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside her with ease, and her body quivered beneath him.
Val’s grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
Loki complied with a growl of satisfaction, his tongue flicking against her clit in rapid, teasing strokes while his fingers curled inside her, hitting the spot that made her thighs tremble.
The room grew thick with the scent of desire and the sounds of their breathing, hers ragged and desperate, his steady and focused.
Loki’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Val’s hips bucked against his face, her moans growing louder, more urgent.
She tightened around his fingers, her pleasure building to a crescendo he was determined to push her over.
Val’s body was a symphony of sensation- her breath quickened, her muscles clenched, and her skin flushed.
Loki pressed his face deeper into her, his tongue delving into her folds with relentless intent.
His fingers worked her in a rhythm that matched the licks of his tongue.
Val’s moans turned into gasps, her hands pulling at his hair with a desperation that thrilled him.
Her climax hit her, and her body arched off the floor as her thighs squeezed around Loki’s head.
He didn’t stop, didn’t relent, even as her body convulsed with pleasure.
His tongue continued to lap at her, his fingers massaging her through the aftershocks until she collapsed back onto the floor, panting and spent.
Loki kissed her, his lips brushing against her outer folds before she pushed him away.
“I said no kissing,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm.
Loki leaned back. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
She stared at him for a moment and then grabbed her underwear and pulled it on. She stood, picked up her pants and boots, and headed to the bedroom.
Loki watched her go, scrambling for words. “So that’s it?”
She opened the door to her bedroom and turned. “I got what I needed. You got to help. We’re even. Night.”
“I can give it to you again.”
She looked tempted for a moment, but then shook her head. “Once was enough.”
She closed the door, leaving Loki on his knees, hard, bothered, and completely unsatisfied.
He could fight every opponent in Valhalla’s Throne, including the Alpha shifter, and he’d still be more pent up than ever.
There was only one thing that would relieve his ache for Val, and that was making Val his.
“Once is never going to be enough,” he said as he got to his feet and picked up his suit jacket.
He smiled. This was far from over. The game had only begun. A game he needed to win.
Val fell onto her bed, hating herself for allowing Loki to get her the release she’d desperately needed.
She’d tried to envision Marek being the one to bring her pleasure, but she couldn’t.
When she’d closed her eyes, all she saw was Loki’s intense stare.
His infuriating smirk. His sexy, taut chest that she’d been able to glimpse when he’d entered the bar earlier.
Hel, even his walk had made her want to throw herself at him.
She couldn’t explain what his gait was like.
Something between the way the predator stalked and the way a male model swaggered.
All she knew was it was the sexiest prowl she'd ever witnessed.
She’d wanted more than anything to throw him on the floor of her apartment, rip off his pants, and ride him like a winged stallion. But she had to keep it together. Loki, the god of mischief, chewed women up and spat them out like sunflower seed hulls.
But… the way he’d looked at her while bringing her pleasure.
Hungry. Needy. Blissful. Had not been something she’d expected.
She didn’t like it. Didn't like that he looked like he might actually feel something for her. Didn’t want him to feel something for her.
Didn’t want either of them getting things like… feelings, and ideas, and… stuff.
Val grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
What the hel was wrong with her? She refused to be stupid.
She wouldn’t be fooled by him. He’d had his fun, she’d gotten her rocks off- not that she had rocks.
The end. It had to be. Because there was no way, Val was going to fall for- or even grow to like- Loki.
The following afternoon, Val hadn’t been at work for more than an hour when Loki arrived. Her mind and body collided. Her body craved his touch again, longer, closer, harder. But her mind screamed to keep away. What was it about him that made her so… so… unnerved?
She’d never been afraid of someone before, but the kind of fear he brought up in her was like nothing she’d experienced. She wasn’t afraid of being hurt. Wasn’t afraid of pain. She was afraid that he might actually open up parts of her she’d never let anyone see before.
He spotted her in an instant and sat at the bar.
Dammit.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
The glint in his eyes told her exactly what he wanted.
“This is a bar, not a bordello, sorry. And we don’t have fancy wine here either.” Not that he couldn’t make whatever drink he wanted appear in front of him.
She picked up two glasses off the bar and put them in the sink.
“I was thinking more of steak.”
“Don’t have that either.”
He chuckled. “I am aware. I meant I was thinking of going out for steak.”
Her stomach growled. Damn, a steak sounded amazing. She’d pretty much been existing on fast food for a month. A new and not altogether unpleasant experience. Burgers were absolutely amazing- especially with barbecue sauce and fried onion strings.
She threw him a false smile. “Good for you.”
She wiped down the wood, and Loki set his hand atop hers, making a shiver run through her.
Stupid body. Why did it betray her like that?
Just because he was good with his tongue and hands didn’t mean she had to go all weak at the slightest touch…
Okay. He was more than good; he was amazing. But still.
“I was hoping you would join me,” he said.
Val’s gaze met his, and her stomach clenched. The image of her crawling over the bar and straddling his hips floated into her mind.
She slid her hand from under his. Nope. She did not need him projecting those fantasies on her. Loki’s fingers trailed down her skin, bringing back memories of her orgasm and making her flush.
She snatched her hand away as heat crawled up her neck. “Stop that.”
He smiled. “Is that a, yes?”
“I’m… working,” she stammered.
What was wrong with her? Why was that what came out of her mouth?
He reached for her hand again, but she pulled it away. “What about for your break?”
“I don’t have enough time.”
“After work,” he persisted.
She drew her eyebrows together. “I doubt there is a place open we can get a steak at one thirty in the morning.”
“There is a place-”
“Denny’s? Tried it. No thanks.”
A server approached the bar and placed an order. Val moved away and grabbed five wine glasses.
“No,” said Loki. “Not Denny’s. I wouldn’t even take Fenrir there if he were in a full moon eating frenzy.”
Val snorted. She’d never met Fenrir, but she’d heard of Loki’s son as well. From what she’d heard, he was the complete opposite of his father. Not a ladies’ man, was more animal than immortal, from what.
“Then where?” she asked out of curiosity.