“Fuck, North, I never want to stop,” he gritted.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, his balls tightened. When she came a third time, his name once again on her lips, he spilled into her, roaring with pleasure, drawing every ounce of come he could before he faded into the oblivion that was his queen.
SolveighelpedWestleysitup.
He groaned and leaned forward, bracing his head between his knees. His whole body trembled as she stroked his back, helping him through the worst of the shock.
When he lifted his head he stared at his hands, turning them over and back again.
“Where’s the blood?” he whispered, his voice shaky.
“What blood?”
“There was blood ... I could have sworn there was blood.”
“There isn’t any blood.” When it didn’t seem like he could believe his eyes, she took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.
“West, you’re okay. You’re alive.”
At those words, his eyes cleared. He reached out to brush his fingertips lightly across her face.
“You’re really here.”
“I am,” she said, holding his hand firmly to her face so he could feel her.
“I thought you were dead. I thought I was dead.”
“Well, we’re in Hel, so that’s always a possibility. But at least we died together,” she joked, trying to get a smile out of him. It worked, his lips quirking.
“Since when are you optimistic?”
“Since we fucking slayed Jormungandr.”
“Hel yeah we did.”
“Remind me to yell at you later for being stupid enough to drain yourself like that,” she chastised.
“Why are you always scolding me while I’m on my deathbed? That’s not very mate-like of you.” This was more like it. Solveig tried not to let her relief show.
“Always?”
“I saved your pretty ass when we collided with the rock wall in the chasm—”
“That you threw us into—”
“That I threw us into. Still doesn’t change the fact that you rebuked me for dying.”
“So twice then?”
He got distracted by her lips. “Hm?”
“Two times I’ve berated you for dying, and that equals always?”
“If you don’t scold me the next time we get into a life-and-death situation, then I won’t be able to say ‘always.’”
Solveig rolled her eyes.
“There’s my general,” he said, cupping her face with both hands.
