“I would like to see your father’s work.”
I smiled and stood. “I think he’d like that.”
Týr’s gaze drifted down my body again, sending heat pulsing through me and down between my thighs. “Would you like that?”
I opened my mouth to speak, to find it dry. I swallowed and tried again, only for a gasp to escape instead. Týr whirled around, seeing my wide eyes, and took a defensive stance in front of me.
I peeked around him to stare at the large black wolf walking around a crop of trees. It was the size of a horse, or maybe even a little larger. Is that—
Týr relaxed. “Fenrir.”
The wolf god padded closer before shifting into a man. A man with a well-built frame, an intricate wolf tattoo on his shoulder and arm, along with a few other runic tattoos on his light skin, and dark-golden hair in long braids. A man who was naked.
Fenrir chuckled. “So, this is where you’re hiding. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
He leaned, noticing me, and grinned. “Ah. It all makes sense now.”
I looked up at Týr and then back at this new god to grace my life. “You’re really Fenrir?”
He smirked. It was a look I was sure convinced women to throw themselves at him. Maybe even some men, too. But I liked Týr’s smile more. “I am, and you are the woman Týr is so fond of.”
Fond of? Was Týr fond of me, or was this god just embellishing his words?
Fenrir came closer, his eyes never leaving me. It was intimidating in a way I wasn’t used to. Like I was staring down a predator on the prowl. And yet, I wasn’t afraid of him.
“Fen,” Týr warned in a low voice.
He chuckled. “What? If you’re not going to make a move, maybe I will. She seems to have a good backbone.”
My gaze flicked to Týr, who suddenly looked displeased, and a bit irritated, and then back to Fenrir. I unabashedly took him in. He was impressive, that was for sure. Are all god men this impossibly tall?
“Do you prefer a few rounds of fetch to warm up?”
Was that rude? Yes.
Did I care? Not really.
It was funny to me. And either being around Týr emboldened me, or becoming a völva like my mother gave me the confidence to be around such powerful beings.
Fenrir’s mouth curled into a predatory grin and he continued to stalk closer, his blue eyes gleaming. “I’m a big fan of a good chase.”
“It’s a good thing I’m quite good at disarming a beast with belly rubs.”
He towered over me now, and yet, even with the small shiver of fear racing down my spine, I wasn’t backing down.
Then Fenrir broke out in raucous laughter. He patted my shoulder and turned toward Týr. “Yes, I do like this one. She’s a good pick for you.”
“What do you want, Fen?” Týr said through gritted teeth. My eyebrow quirked. Why is he so tense?
That wolfish grin returned on Fenrir’s face. “Someone is a little territorial, for a man who hasn’t claimed her yet.”
Claimed me? He couldn’t be implying—
“What do you want?” Týr repeated.
Fenrir shrugged. “Your help with something, but you’re busy, so I’ll seek you out again later. It’s not life or death.”
Fenrir punched Týr in the arm and walked off. His body morphed back into a wolf again, and just before he disappeared into the darkness of the trees, he glanced back, and I heard his voice around me and also in my head.
