Page 102 of Vengeance of the Gods

“Oh my gods,” she moaned hard against his lips.

He dropped one arm to the worn dining room table, clearing the odds and ends off in one quick sweep and rested Vega on its edge. Vega’s legs stayed wrapped around his body, keeping Bridger close.

He gripped her neck underneath the chin, tipping her head back to return his undivided attention to kissing Vega like they had forty years to make up for in one day.

Vega’s hands flew to the button of his pants.

Bridger grabbed both wrists with his free hand and pulled his lips from hers.

Vega’s eyes shot open.

With his hand around her throat and wrists wrapped in a strong grip, Vega was at his mercy. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth a second before he snatched her arms over her head and pinned her against the table. Bridger leaned over, crowding her space as he let go of her throat and slid to cup her jaw.

Vega rolled her hips, legs still open wide, and rubbed her pussy against the erection Bridger had become increasingly aware of. Her need for him was visible in her bleary, lust-ridden gaze.

Bridger got drunk off her reaction.

He’d always lost his mind and every bit of control he had watching Vega in bed. Bridger did feel sorry for the rest of the universe and all the others in between, because they’d never get to see Vega look at them the way she looked at him now.

Pinned down and not fighting his hold, Bridger watched her hips roll without breaking the eye contact she knew he wanted.

“You fucking gorgeous, gorgeous goddess.” He said the second “gorgeous” internally, watching her quiver with need.

“Bridger, please. Please. Fuck m⁠—”

He slammed his shield in place, not allowing her to finish that sentence.

No. He’d give in if he heard her beg. Bridger wanted to stay in control. He wanted to watch Vega lose herself in the euphoria of her pleasure. “You don’t get to fuck me this time, baby.” His deep voice vibrated against his chest. “But I promise to make you come until you can’t think straight.”

The noise that erupted from her lips was a mixture of disappointment and need. “Let me in,” she begged, wiggling against Bridger’s hold.

Their pathway had once been foggy and hard to find. It’d felt like Bridger was searching for a door in a room full of other doors—guessing until he found the right one, but now there was only one left. It was open, inviting Bridger inside. “You want back in?” Bridger gripped her wrists tighter, his fingers digging into her pulse point. Vega could get him off if she really wanted with a single zap of her lightning. She had electricity at her core—and everyone knew she would use it.

She was happy right where she was at.

“Yes,” Vega whimpered, popping her bottom lip out. “How are you doing that?” she groaned through gritted teeth.

If the door was open, Vega should be able to reach him, but not if he had a shield in place. Nothing could reach him then, and if she hadn’t let hers slip somewhere in between the bathroom and now, Bridger wouldn’t be able to get in either. “You don’t feel whole, do you?” he asked, leaning down to run his palm up her torso, leaving warm kisses in its wake. He pulled the cups of her bra down, her nipples already hard from excitement.

“No.” Her words were breathier every time she spoke. Her blatant need for him was enough to keep him on his current path.

He brought his teeth down on Vega’s nipple, his tongue flicking out to roll around the bud. Vega stared down her body at him as best she could with her arms still pinned. “I’ll let you in under one condition.”

“Fuck, Bridger, what?” Her voice had grown desperate.

“Put that shield back in place. We don’t need the others seeing what I’m about to do to you.” Bridger snuck behind her eyes and watched himself sink lower and lower down her torso, the taste of rust not enough of a deterrent to stop him from sucking on the delicate skin around her hips until he left his mark.

Inside Vega’s head was a dangerous place to be when she wanted him so desperately.

“Shit,” she cursed, tying her shield back together and tossing Bridger out of her head on the first try.

One day she’d know how to tell each individual shield apart, picking and choosing who she let in and when. Shielding was hard work—it took the best warriors years to perfect, but Vega caught on quick.

“Good girl.” Bridger cupped the other breast in his free hand, pinching her nipple lightly between his fingers. He finally let go of her hands above her head, but only to grab her by the hips and drag her ass to the end of the table. He sank down on one knee between her spread legs.

It wasn’t a tall table, and on his knee, Bridger had the perfect vantage point to dive into what would undeniably be the best meal of his life.

Vega stared down at him, resting on her elbows when Bridger slid his shield up and let only her in.