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A low groan tumbles from my lips, gratitude and desire crashing together as she throws open the doors of her soul and allows me to step through again, opening herself to me in every way.
I tumble her over backward, falling upon her like a Fae possessed. She cries out, clutching me to her as I run my hands up and down her sides, latching onto one hardened peak.
"Dax!" She bows off the bed, my name echoing around us.
"Ja," I breathe against her skin. "Dax. Your mate. Keeper of your soul." I nip her skin again and then again, helpless to stop myself as she writhes in pleasurable torment every time my teeth touch her skin. I feel her pleasure as acutely as I do my own.
I prowl down her body, reveling in the way she responds to me. Marveling in the way she's right there, nestled inside my head as if she's always been there. As if that little corner was always reserved for her. Pleasure after pleasure whispers from it, flowing through me like ropes of gold.
I kiss across her belly, nuzzling the softness there. I nip and bite, dragging my teeth down her round belly.
She cries out for me, singing sweetly.
I drag her pants down her legs, desperate to taste her as no one else has. As no one ever will. Every part of her will be mine, just as every part of me will belong to her and her alone. That is the future the Norns wove for us. That's the fate I fight for now. If Valhalla must fall forever to save this Valkyrie, so be it.
"Ah, Rissa," I groan, my gaze falling on her wet sex. She's beautiful here too. As pink as the heart-shaped flowers that grew wild on the hillside in Álfheimr. She's dripping wet, her hard little clit swollen and aching for attention.
"Dax, please," she pleads. "Please, it hurts."
"Not for long,bittesmå ljós." I shoulder my way between her legs, lifting her to my lips. My tongue slides through her folds.
Her keening cry rips through the room, setting me ablaze with her Light. I growl in response—a wordless battle cry, a prayer of devotion—and drag her closer. What control I had, she wrests from me with that single sound, with the weight of her emotions. With the feel of her nestled in my soul, sharing her pleasure and unfettered joy with me.
I eat her as a starving man eats, rudely, slovenly. I am greedy with her, taking, taking, taking. She gives of herself freely, sobbing my name into the room for all to hear. I don't care ifevery Fae in the safehouse hears her cries and knows that the bond is complete. In this moment, I don't care if every Forsaken in the city senses her and knows we're here.
Let them come. Let them try to wrest this Valkyrie from my arms. They'll fall where they stand.
I lave the flat of my tongue against her clit, driving her higher, and then higher still. She mewls and cries and shouts, giving herself over entirely to the pleasure. She doesn't fight it. She doesn't fight me. She falls into it, falls intous.
And when she shatters, she does so with a piercing cry of joy that sends shockwaves rocketing through me. I eat her through it, not letting up until she falls limp into my hands.
I lay her gently against the bed, rising to strip from my clothes. She watches through slit lids, trembling as her gaze drifts all over me, eating me alive. The minute I drag my pants down, her eyes fly open wide.
"Dax," she whispers, strangled.
"All is well,bittesmå ljós," I promise, crawling onto the bed with her. I am not a small Fae, and human males are not equipped the same. Perhaps I should have warned her, but I did not think about it.
"What…" She licks her lips, staring up at me. "Is that a…barb?"
"Nei. We call it a knot."
"What is it?"
"Come here." I roll onto my back beside her, reaching for her hand so she can see for herself. She scrambles to her knees, kneeling beside me. Strands of her long hair sweep across my chest, causing my cock to stiffen further.
She stares in fascination. She doesn't seem repulsed or afraid. If anything, she seems…turned on by the thought of the knot. Interesting.
"Touch me, Valkyria. Feel for yourself."
She lifts one hand as if in a daze, slowly reaching for me. Her hand glides down my abdomen, her fingertips barely kissing the head of my cock. I growl, my hips lifting from the bed.
"Someone is impatient," she teases.
"Ja, this Fae," I growl.
Her soft laughter washes over me.
She runs the back of her hand down my shaft, still teasing. I grit my teeth, determined to let her have her way. Even if it kills me. My body is hers to command.
