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“She’s right, boss,” another soldier says who’s so pale he looks bloodless and my eyes narrow. “He did touch her inappropriately.”
Suspicions rise in me because why the fuck is he snitching on his mates.
As expected, the boss is not happy. “Then what are you waiting for?” he snarls. “Get him the fuck out of here.” The soldier get chased off and boss turns to me. “And you. Get the fuck back to work.”
I nod my head but Valkyrie squeaks,
“Boss, if you don’t mind. I’d like to reward the soldier for coming to my rescue.” When boss frowns, she adds, “I want him to join us for dinner tonight.”
Soldiers aren’t allowed to eat at the compound. They’re too low rank.
Boss hesitates for a second but then he nods, allowing it.
“What about me?” a voice says, belonging to Paleface who’s back from kicking out the scum. “Don’t I get a reward?”
“Valkyrie?” boss growls, letting her decide and she twitches.
“Yes, you can come too. I guess...”
Looking like he’s done with the pleasantries, Boss leaves and so does Paleface and then I’m left with Valkyrie alone in the library. “Why did you invite him?” I say between clenched teeth and she gasps.
“Oh Iversen, I was taken off guard. I didn’t mean to blurt it out and I do regret it...”
Panting, she looks up at me and I realize she’s wearing the dress I bought for her. It molds around her body, makes her stand out and if I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her before, now it just got worse. In this dress, I could pick her out in a crowd while wearing a blindfold. It distracts me from the fury still lingering in me and I drag a breath. Inhale and exhale and I try keeping my voice steady.
“You said you’d been touched?” I loom over her. “How did he touch you?”
“I can’t remember,” she blurts. “I’ve already forgotten.” My eyes narrow and she adds, “But they did make fun of me for being mousy and...and...,” she struggles to find her words and gasps when I push her behind the bookshelves where nobody can see us. I put my arms on either side of her face.
“I like your silence,” I rasp, boring my eyes into her and her lids flutter, “like how soft you are, how timid. I like your silence because all I can think of is how beautifully you must scream.”
She gulps, letting out a choppy sound in the back of her throat and I put my face closer to hers, pressuring her a little. “Would you scream for me, baby. Scream when your male penetrates you?”
“Y...yes,” she stutters and I can’t help but to grin at the delirium I feel.
“Would you be slick for me? Wet and sweet like I think you would...?”
Eyes darting, she struggles to come up with a reply and I lift up her skirt, pushing my hand past her panties and dip inside. Her mouth opens in shock. I silence her cry with a kiss, fondling her until she jiggles under my touch.
“Slick enough,” I rasp, “making me desperate to give you my cock right now.”
Whimpering, she slowly spreads her thighs and my heart thumps in surprise. Fuck I’m ready. Ready to claim her right now and I’ll kill anyone interrupting our mating. But then voices reach us from the hallway and Valkyrie freezes, pushing me away and she rearranges her dress and smooths her hair.
“Tonight,” she whispers, “I’ll see you tonight.”
“I want you now,” I growl, clenching my fists but she lets out a squeak, running away from me and it’s probably for the best. Better not to risk it. For her sake. But I’m still worked up and if I’m not allowed to have her soon, my frustration will only rise and rise and fuck knows what I’ll do.
Dragging a breath, I come up with a plan. Tonight after dinner, I’ll speak with her father and ask for his daughter’s hand. If he says no, I’ll do coldblooded murder and if he says yes, then...Valkyrie will be mine. Forever.
7.
Valkyrie
I’m trembling as I walk down the staircase. I’ve put my hair up and I never wear it up but I thought that Iversen might like it. My hand shudders on the banister and I’m so nervous that I doubt I’ll be able to get a bite down. Entering the dining room, I pause when I catch the look in my father’s eyes. His gaze roams down my dress and he murmurs,
“You look like your mother.”
With a pained look on his face he turns around and I hide a gasp as my heart squeezes. He’s never said that before, barely even mentions her but his compliment fills me with warmth and gives me a sense of pride. My mother was no wallflower. She was a fierce woman and being compared to her...it makes me want to burst out in tears and I rub off some water from my corneas.
