Page 17 of Loki's Flame


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“No. I’m sorry for your loss,” he said.

“Do you know who might have?”

“No, but we can figure it out.”

“We?” I asked incredulously.

“Most of my brothers grew up here. We should have no problem running down who did,” he said simply. I’m dazed by how agreeable he seems to be.

“Are you saying this because I have a knife to your throat?”

Before I know it, Loki was on top of me, while he easily took the knife out of my hand. He tossed it toward the floor and it clattered. He has my other hand above my head in record time.

“Fuck!” I whispered, staring at those intriguing eyes that remind me of the ocean: vast and turbulent.

His arm muscles stretched with the effort of being in this position. I noticed he was not crushing me with his weight. How was this man so beautiful? Silence enveloped us as we both worked to catch our breaths.

I moved my legs, feeling the t-shirt raised and twisted around my hips. Loki groaned. I gasped as he ground his erection into the material of my underwear and I reflectively raised my knees, drawing him in closer. Did I mean to do that? Freaking mutinous body!

“Do you want me to let you go?” he asked hoarsely.

I shake my head, understanding at this moment that I very much do not want to go anywhere.

“You good to be here with me?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You were drunk, and very close to Taz.” His voice had an edge.

Did I want Taz? He was hot, sure, but no, I didn’t actually want Taz.

“I’m sober now and no, I don’t want Taz,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.

“Do you want me, Ivy?”

I’d like to say I told him to fuck off, but I simply nodded my head and Loki let me go so he could sear my lips with an ardent kiss. His tongue was making me crazy as I worked to keep up with his demanding mouth. I felt his hands working my shirt over my body and my nipples got hard from both the air and his fingers skimming over one side. He pulled away from me and looked down at my body and I shivered at the attention. His fingers trailed down my tummy as he moved to my panties. He worked off the material with both his hands and tossed it over his shoulder. Stark naked under him, his tongue licking up my stomach to my tits. He lavished both with his greedy tongue. I kissed his shoulder and then I bit it. He groaned as he reached down to my clit and swirled his two fingers in a circular motion. I was wet and needy as his fingers ignited my climb toward oblivion. His mouth on mine encouraged my tongue to dance with his. His fingers on my clit were deliciously relentless until he used them to enter me and started pumping while his thumb touched my nerves endings with firm pressure.

Finding the edge of his sweatpants, I pushed them down and went for his velvety soft cock, pumping a few times. In response, Loki’s motions were more fervent and just before I reached my climax, he slammed into me with his cock. I cried out in intense pleasure; the sound vibrating in the space as I came. He kept moving in and out of me relentlessly as I held onto him. My moans were a song.

Loki pulled out of my body and flipped me onto my stomach so fast. It took me a second to realize what he wanted. So, I put my hands on the mattress. He entered me from behind and grabbed a handful of my hair with one of his hands, titling my head back. His thrusts touched my core and the sting of the slap on my ass was unexpected but not unwelcome. I crashed and burned in a flame of intensity that had me crying out his name. He didn’t let me go as he leaned into my body, “you feel so good on my cock.”

His fingers found my clit again, his movements in a frenzied rhythm. I felt the moisture on my cheeks from the tears as I’m overwhelmed by the third orgasm. He roared and pumped into me a few final times, as if he needed to milk the last of his essence.

We collapsed onto the bed in a heap, side by side. His arms draped over touching my stomach. A mild sheen of sweat clung to our bodies as we took the time to catch our breaths.

My eyes drooped and though I tried to fight it, the calm, sweet contentment took me under.

Chapter 16

Loki

I wanted Ivy again as I woke up with the sunlight streaming through the windows. At some point, I’d turned on my other side, and as I reached back with my hand, I felt cold sheets. I was sitting up in a flash and realized she was gone. Her clothes were not on the floor by the couch. The t-shirt I gave her last night draped on the back of the sofa instead.

“Fuck me!” I said and got up and went to the bathroom.

After I’d gotten dressed, I headed to the kitchen for some coffee. Bones was standing by the stove with a spatula in his hand. The bacon fried scenting the kitchen as he swirled around the egg mixture.

“Bones, do you know any drug dealers in the city?” I asked as I pulled a mug from the cabinet. The coffee pot had just finished running the water, and the aroma woke up my senses.

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