Seraphina arches into my touch, her breath coming in little pants. "Lucian..." The way she moans my name? Better than any prayer I've ever heard.
One hand grips that divineass like it's my personal slice of heaven, while my other hand explores more... sacred territory. That tight little rosebud is practically begging for attention, and who am I to deny an angel's prayer?
If there's a special place in hell for defiling celestial beings, I just made the VIP list.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl." I trace my tongue along the shell of her ear, keeping my fingers moving in slow, torturous circles. "Want me to stop?"
Please say no. Please say no. Please—
"Don't you dare," she gasps, grinding back against my hand. The movement makes my brain misfire. "I want... I need..."
Christ she's trying to kill me. Again.
"Need what?" I tease, my finger drifting lower, seeking out her core.Holy shit.She's soaked—a flood of desire that makes my cock ache in anticipation. I dip my finger into that heavenly honey, coating it before retreating to circle that sacred spot again. My other hand slides up to cup her breast, feeling her nipple pebble against my palm. "Use your words, Cupcake. I want to hear that sweet angel voice tell me exactly what sinful things you crave."
I circle lightly, feeling her squirm against me, her breath coming in little pants.
Her reactions are straight-up celestial porn, and my dick is getting damn close to needing its own halo in these jeans from the friction.
Dear God, she likes it.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
Back door action, here we come.
"You like that, baby girl?" I tease, adding more pressure. Her whimpers are like heavenly hymns. "Want to feel me back there?"
Because I'm about to open those pearly gates and bless the hell out of this angel.
Seraphina's eyes snap open, her gaze sultry and sinful. "Yes." Her voice is a husky whisper. "There. Please."
Praise be the lord and pass the lube. This angel's about to get defiled.
Erik
60
Sleep proved impossible. Her chambers called to me. When I found her door unlocked, I didn't hesitate this time.
One look. One touch. That's all it took to ignite the powder keg of tension between us. We came together like a storm meeting sea, desperate and wild, with so much denial shattering like glass.
Steam rises beneath the bathing chamber door where she fled, her body still quaking from the wild release that had taken us both. I recognized the shadow in her eyes—worry laced with fear, a wall erected against the intensity of what just passed between us. But I won't let her run this time. My patience has reached its end. Tonight, those walls she's built will come tumbling down, even if I have to tear them stone by stone.
After the battle with the frost giant, something shifted. She let me save her, let me in. Finally, she's seeing past her walls, recognizing what I am to her—not another warrior using her, but her equal, her mate.
The mead still burns through my veins, but not enough to blur the memory of Bryn's eyes across the feast table—steel wrapped in sorrow.
Odin's words echo:Follow your heart's desire, daughter.
My chest tightens. Let her desire be me.
I wait, sheets still warm from her skin, staring at the bathing chamber door. Each minute stretches like a century, my fingers drumming against silk. The beast in me paces, scenting a doe ready to flee.
I push up on my elbows, muscles coiled—
The door opens. Bryn emerges wrapped in silk, steam curling around her like a halo. My throat tightens.
"Come here." I extend my hand, the space between us suddenly unbearable. "Please?"
