"Is that a challenge,silfrhár?" As she presses deliberately against my erection. "Because this Valkyrie has never retreated from battle." Her hand slides down, palming my cock through my sweatpants, making me grunt. "Besides, I've already conquered the mighty sword between your legs. Your laughter should be simple in comparison." She rises on her toes, lips brushing my ear. "Or perhaps I'll make you do both at once,fífl. I do so enjoy a challenge."
Christ. This woman.
A sharp knock shatters the moment. I steal one final taste of those tempting lips before striding to the door.
Dani stands in the hallway, a small pile of folded clothes in her arms. "Hey, sis," she says, peering past me with a knowing smile. "Thought you might need something that actually fits. We're about the same size."
Bryn appears at my side, her smile radiant as she looks at her newfound sister. "Thank you,systir," she says warmly, accepting the bundle. The Old Norse word for sister rolls off her tongue naturally, bridging her warrior past and this new family she's found.
I close the door as Bryn slips into Dani's offerings, the stretchy black fabric clinging to every curve and dip of her body. The yoga pants mold to her like a second skin, transforming her warrior's physique into something that makes my mouth dry. The thin-strapped top barely contains her breasts, and the fabric is stretched taut across her nipples.
A growl builds in my chest as she examines herself in the floor-length mirror.
"These garments are... peculiar," she murmurs, turning to examine her reflection from different angles. Her hands slide down her hips, testing the strange material. "So tight, yet I can move freely." She suddenly drops into a perfect fighting stance and straightens with a delighted laugh. "No wonder mortal women conquered their realm—layers of armor and skirts do not hinder them!"
She bounces experimentally on her toes, watching how her breasts move with minimal restraint. "Though I wonder how these tiny straps provide any protection in battle. One good sword strike, and I'd be exposed to the enemy."
"They're not meant for battle," I say, voice rougher than intended as I watch her move. "Though they're certainly... effective weapons in their own right."
My eyes track every curve now highlighted by the modern clothing. Something possessive claws at my insides, demanding I cover her or hide her away from other eyes.
Bryn catches my gaze in the mirror, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. She arches her back slightly, deliberately enhancing the view. "Does the sight displease you,silfrhár?" she purrs, turning to face me directly.
"The sight pleases me too much to share," I counter, closing the distance between us in two strides.
She tilts her head—challenge glittering in her mismatched eyes. "Afraid someone else might appreciate your Valkyrie's... assets?" Her fingers trace the low neckline of her top, drawing my attention exactly where she wants it. "How interesting that the mighty Erik, who's faced armies without flinching, feels threatened by a bit of exposed skin."
She steps closer, pressing those perfect curves against my chest. "Perhaps you should mark your territory more clearly," she whispers, "so everyone knows exactly who I belong to."
My hand slides to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as I pull her flush against me. "You think I haven't already?" My voice drops to a dangerous rumble. "Your skin carries my scent. Your throat bears my mark." I trace the fading bite with my thumb. "This," I slowly reach down and cup her pussy, "still holds my cum."
Her pulse quickens beneathmy touch, her pupils dilating with renewed desire.
"But if you need a reminder..." I lower my mouth to her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. "I'll happily spend the next century making sure every inch of you knows exactly who you belong to."
My other hand slides possessively down her spine, settling at the curve where her back meets that perky ass. "And make no mistake, little bird—" I squeeze, lifting her slightly against me, "—while you may have conquered me, I've claimed you just as thoroughly."
"Is that so?" Bryn purrs, her fingers sliding beneath my shirt to trace the hard planes of my abdomen.
She leans up, lips brushing mine as she whispers, "I wonder if anyone will notice how the mighty Erik trembles when I whisper in his ear or how hard you get when I accidentally brush against you. Will you be thinking about bending me over the nearest surface every time I lick my lips?"
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmur, voice rough as sandpaper. I grip her harder against me. "A thousand years of control, shattered by one Valkyrie with a wicked tongue."
I back her against the mirror, one hand sliding up to cradle her throat, feeling her pulse leap beneath my thumb. "I've slaughtered armies without blinking, yet you've brought me to my knees with nothing but a look."
My forehead presses against hers, our breath mingling. "Everyone will know you're mine," I promise, the words scraping from somewhere primal and possessive. "Not because I mark you, but because no man would dare challenge what stands between us."
My thumb traces her lower lip, reverent despite my intensity. "I've waited centuries for you, little bird. I'll tear apart the seven realms to keep you."
Rhyland
70
The hot water washes away the last traces of Zephyria, steam rising around us as I pin Dani against the slick tile wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, nails digging half-moons into my shoulders as I drive into her. Each thrust pulls those breathless little moans from her throat that drive me fucking wild.
"Rhy—" My name becomes a broken cry as she shatters around me, her body clenching so tight I see stars. I hold her closer, feeling the telltale quiver that ripples through her thighs, her stomach, her very core. That full-body trembling that only happens when she's completely lost in pleasure.
And then it happens—that peak of pleasure when she falls apart, her release flooding against my cock, my stomach, slick and hot. Andfuck,how she lets go—her body surrendering in a way that makes me growl, marking us both with her passion.
