"God damn…you're a fucking vision, baby." My voice drops to a growl as I clock another warrior's appreciative glance. "Though if one more person stares at what's mine, we might have a diplomatic incident on our hands."
Her laugh ripples through my chest, andChrist—that smirk. Those glossed lips curve up like she knows exactly what I'm thinking, what I want to do to that mouth. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip, already tasting her, already hungry for more.
My mind floods with images—her mouth wrapped around my cock, those perfect lips stretched wide, that wicked tongue working her magic. Want slams through me, the need to claim that mouth, to taste those lips, to fuck that pretty throat until she's hoarse from screaming my name. I swallow a growl, already desperate for a taste, already aching to make those sinful thoughts reality.
"Down, boy." Those beautiful eyes sparkle with mischief as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. "Though I suppose I can't blame you for being territorial, considering Lady Sigrid was practically undressing you with her eyes."
My jaw clenches at the memory. "Noticed that, did you?"
"Hard to miss." Her fingers trace the silver threading on my chest. "Especially when Baldr kept parading you around like Ásgard's most eligible bachelor."
"Only bachelor I see is Baldr." I pull her closer, letting my scent wrap around her. "I'm spoken for. Marked.Mated."
Her laugh sends heat straight to my cock. "Mmm, maybe we should remind Lady Sigrid of that fact?"
"You offering to help me make a point, Angel?" My hands slide lower, cupping that perfect ass through silk. "Because I've got some ideas about that."
She swats my chest, but I catch the spike in her arousal. "Behave yourself. A savior has duties, you know. Like charming the masses at parties thrown in our honor." Her fingers trail up my chest."Though I must say, watching you work this formal wear isquitethe distraction."
Topaz earrings catch the light as she moves, drawing my gaze up that graceful neck. The sweetheart neckline of her dress does sinful things to me. My mouth waters at the sight, remembering exactly how those perfect breasts feel in my hands, taste on my tongue, bounce when I'm—fuck.
My cock twitches at the memory, and I have to shift my stance to adjust myself— watching those beautiful breasts strain against that delicate fabric is pure fucking torture.
Her hands slide up to cradle my jaw, fingertips threading through my freshly trimmed beard. The sensation immediately drawing a growl from deep in my chest.
"Angel." The warning rumbles from my chest as her fingers keep working their torture. My eyes flutter despite my best efforts to maintain control. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer. "Keep touching me like that; these fine people might get quite the show."
That laugh hits me like lightning—all white teeth and wicked promises. Her nails rake through my beard, sending sparks straight to my pulsing dick. "Is that so?" Those eyes dance with mischief. "Because watching you squirm is kind of turning me on."
My answering growl has several nearby Aesir suddenly finding other places to be. Smart move on their part.
This woman.
"There are plenty of dark corners in this palace, baby. Care to test that theory?"
"Mmm, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Her fingers slip under my collar, nails scraping skin in a way that makes me want to act, audience be damned. "You getting all worked up with everyone watching?" She presses against me, those perfect tits crushed to my chest, andhell—I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric. "Too bad I've got this whole chosen one thing going on. Can't exactly bend me over the nearest table without scandalizing all these gods, now can you?"
"No, Angel, that's your fantasy." The words have the desired effect—that delicious blush spreads down her neck, making my fangs ache with the need to taste that heated skin, to mark every inch of that rosy flush with my mouth.
Sure, we fucked each other senseless last night, but my blood's already healed that delicious ache between her thighs. She knows damn well I can go for hours—days, that I can make her come againand again until she's begging me to stop. Seeing her now, wrapped in that fuck-me dress, it's taking every ounce of control not to bend her over the nearest surface and remind her precisely who makes her scream. Who makes her pussy clench. Who makes her beg for more.
Her arousal slams into me, sweet and hot—fuck,she's actually imagining it. My nostrils flare as that honeyed scent wraps around me, my cock weeping at the knowledge of exactly what's running through that dirty little mind of hers.
"Baby..." The warning in my voice only makes her grin wider.
"Although..." Her hand slides down my chest, painfully slow. "if you behave yourself for the rest of this fancy-ass party and later..." She bites her lip, and those eyes are pure sin. "I'll let you do whatever dirty things you've been thinking about since you saw me in this dress." she winks,"anything."
Holy fucking hell. My mind dives straight into the gutter—first thought? Her ass.
I'm ready to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest empty room. But the challenge in those sparkly gold eyes keeps me planted. Fucking tease knows I can't resist a bet.
"You're going to regret that challenge, baby."
"Counting on it, RhyPie."
She slides from my grasp like smoke through my fingers, throwing one last molten look over her shoulder. That perfect ass sways beneath light blue chiffon as she glides away, my body hums with the need to chase her down. To grab those hips and—Jesus Christ.
My cock strains against the expensive fabric, demanding the attention it's not going to get. Not yet. Not with half of Ásgard's finest watching their precious savior work the room.
