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I sucked a breath through my teeth and dropped my mouth to her neck. Her head fell back against my chest, where the scar from Silver’s dagger had healed weeks ago.

“Drak,” she whispered.

“Call,” I paused the sentence to kiss her jaw. “Me.” I kissed the soft flesh behind her ear. “By.” My teeth grazed her earlobe. “My.” Pressing my mouth to her temple, my breath caught as my heart danced. Gratitude flooded me, along with desire. “Real name.”

“Rune.” The word escaped, full of need and lacking breath. My cock twitched at the sound of my name on my wife’s lips.

“Tell me what to do, Skald. Give me the story of how I will fuck you.”

Her small laugh slipped into the haze of lust, thick and heady between us. “Get on your knees.”

I smirked. “I thought you didn’t want to be queen.” As I dropped to my knees, I shoved her skirts up and stared up at her, waiting.

Her fingers sank into my hair. “I’m your queen.”

“Yes, baby, always.”

“Use your mouth. Like the first time you pleasured me.”

“Hmm.” I pressed a wicked grin against the inside of her thigh as wetness trickled between her legs. Hel, she must be craving me, and I couldn’t fucking wait to give her my everything. “You liked that, huh?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“But I used your need for information to get a taste of you.”

Another laugh broke the tension, and I wanted to listen to her joy every day for the rest of my life. “I got information and an orgasm. I think I used you, my love. Even if I had to wait for the pleasure a little too long.”

A stupid smile swept across my face as I buried my face between her legs. I trailed my tongue over her core, relishing my wife’s scent. Her legs shook as I swirled the tip at her clit. Her thighs grew slicker, and I licked evidence of her pleasure, wanting more and more of her laughter, of her desire, her need for me.

I ate her until her knees buckled and she collapsed onto my shoulders, which was my sign to carry her to our bed.

I threw her down, her limbs weak and eyes glazed and reflecting the same greed building up inside me. “My gods, you’re so perfect.”

Gripping her hips, I yanked her to the edge of the bed. My knees dug into the wooden floorboards, but I didn’t care. My thumbs imprinted at the edge of her stomach and I hooked my fingers into her waist, burying them too deep into her skin, but unable to stop as I slammed her onto my cock. Breathlessness, and all that came with pure, potent pleasure, rippled throughout my entire body.

She cried out, something between my name and begging for more, so I buried my cock deeper, fucking her harder and harder while commanding her to play with herself.

Touch your clit, Skald.

Pinch your nipples.

Beg for me again.

She did as I bid until she came undone all over my cock. I almost couldn’t hold back, but I bit my lip, remembering the sting of my fangs into my flesh. Now though, it was gone, and I had to toss my mind onto something else; battle, the unsettling magic of Mjolnir, anything to keep from exploding inside of her. I wasn’t done with her yet. I needed to make her come again, and feel her wetter and more desperate.

“That’s my girl,” I breathed. “Come again.”

“I will,” she said. “On top of you.”

She pulled away from me, and I ached for her warmth on my cock. On her knees, she crawled up to me at the edge of the bed and then straightened, her mouth meeting mine, her hand curling around my throat.

When I let her push me down, climb on top of me, and sit on my cock, I couldn’t handle watching her ride me. I couldn’t handle the way she rocked her hips in time with my breaths. I couldn’t handle watching my queen on her throne long enough to make her come again.

Tension sent me to the edge. Veins strained in my neck, and I gripped her hips so hard I worried I’d break her bones. It felt too good, too perfect, and I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted our life together to end.

“Lux, Myrah,” I said between breaths. “Slow down.”

“No. Your pleasure will be mine.” She barely got the words out as her hips ground against me.