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His heart shriveled. “And how accommodating of you.”
“Listen, Vidar, I’m a big girl. I knew what you were from the first night, and still a horde of your Norse mythology creatures couldn’t have dragged me from on top of you. I’ve loved every second we’ve had together. What I feel doesn’t change a thing.” She came over him, hunger flaring in her eyes. “So if you don’t intend to leave just yet, shut up and let me have you. I’m mortal, so don’t you dare waste my time talking.”
He held her away, desperate to find a hope, an answer. “But you may be more than mortal.”
“No. I’m nothing special, and one day I’ll die.” She undid his pants, took out his cock, straddled him. She wore no panties beneath her skimpy nightie. Her moist heat scorched him as she undulated over him. “But not today, so enjoy me while you can.”
He held her by the hips, stopped her from impaling herself on his erection. “I want to enjoy you forever. If I can make you immortal…”
“You can’t. This is hard enough for me without you harping about it. I have no Gift you can foster—the only thing you’re fostering is bitterness about something I was okay with, my inevitable death.” She tried to scramble off him. “Okay, congrats, you’ve managed the impossible. I don’t feel like screwing your brains out anymore.”
He tugged her back. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll do it to you, anyway.” He thrust inside her in one hard, long stroke. She screamed at his invasion, wrapped him inside and out in a vice of hunger and welcome. He growled at her captivation of him.
Then everything disintegrated in the inferno of pleasure.
It was after she’d collapsed in his arms, sated and shuddering with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, that reality crashed over him again.
If she had no Gift, then she was lost to him.
No. He wouldn’t accept that. He would find a way.
Loki. If he wanted his precious Originals to remain a round dozen, he’d better cough up a special provision for Kara.
If Loki couldn’t, he’d find someone who could.
He’d sell his soul to have her forever.
Vidar had barely put a foot down from the car when Alvar floored it. He had to bail out, roll on the ground, avoid two incoming cars, before he got to his feet, chuckling.
In two days he’d forced Alvar and Daven to conclude a mission that should have taken five, so that he could go back to Kara. The rush job had involved a lot of pain and injuries. They weren’t happy.
They now stuck their heads out of their windows and sneered at him at the top of their voices. “Whipped,” “Lapdog,” “Doormat.”
He chuckled again. Poor guys were still in shock. And denial. They couldn’t get their heads around the fact that their shining beacon in uncommitted bachelorship had fallen in love.
In far more and deeper than love.
And he had fantastic news he couldn’t wait to share with the woman who had him fathoms-deep in her thrall. Loki had consented to do all he could to make Vidar’s “beloved” immortal.
They’d kept prodding him to tell her over the phone. But he had to have her in his arms, wrapped around him as he did.
He changed into the flying creature he preferred, entered her loft through the window. The moment he landed, changed back, a terrible sensation hit him between the eyes. A combination of nausea, aggression and antipathy.
A vibe that screamed Asgardian.
Horror exploded in his head and chest.
Someone from Asgard was here. He’d somehow messed up.
His first instinct was to charge in. But the aura he sensed was ancient, frighteningly powerful. This wouldn’t be like with the Odinians. His attack might not be swift enough to save Kara.
He had to think. Learn all he could about his adversary before he made a move. Kara’s life was at stake.
His default was to cloak his presence from detection, but he shifted to phantom/invisible form, too, so the entity in the loft with Kara wouldn’t pick up on him.
He neared Kara’s bedroom, heard her voice. He detected no fear in it. That meant nothing. She was too brave for her own good. Images of her attacking the entity, pissing it off…
Everything inside him froze as he overheard part of what she was saying. What she’d called the person with her.
