He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, balancing himself on his right arm, his hand smearing her juices around her asshole. “Tyr.”

He shuddered. “Not yet. Some day, when I’ve made you ready, but not yet.” One finger dipped in, the burning sensation making her gasp. At the same time he took her other nipple, the blooming pleasure making her arch into his mouth. He nuzzled her neck, nipping and licking and sucking, his fingers moving back to her pussy and slamming in. “You smell so good.”

She was thrusting now, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Oh god.”

“Close?”

“Oh god.” She could feel it blossoming in her lower belly, tingling in her fingers and toes. She was so damn close she could taste it. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, doing everything she could to make herself come.

He stood up, surprising her. He knelt between her spread knees, his tongue darting out to stroke her clit right alongside her fingers, and that was it, that was all she wrote as her orgasm broke over her in dark waves.

When she opened her eyes he was once again standing, staring down at her out of sightless eyes, the fingers he’d fucked her with being slowly sucked clean. A spasm raced through her pussy at the sight of the bliss on his face.

“You taste good too.” His grin was feral as he repositioned her on the bed, head on the pillows, legs spread wide. “I wonder how you feel.”

She expected him to slide into her, his hot cock ramming home, but she was wrong. Oh so wrong.

He began a slow, torturous exploration of her body that left her panting, breathless and wanting. He fanned his fingers over her quivering stomach. He glided down her arms, tickling the tips her fingers. Her feet were gently massaged. Up one leg and then down the other, never once touching her drenched pussy.

“Roll over.”

She blinked. He can still speak English? But she rolled over, not even thinking about the view of her ass he was getting.

She needn’t have worried. He sighed happily as his fingers traced the soft globes. “You have the best ass.” She giggled as he leaned down on his arm, nipping with his teeth, his beard tickling her just enough to make her shiver. “Does that tickle?”

“When do I get to play?” She was dying to get her hands on him.

He draped himself over her, pressing her down into the mattress. His cock nudged at the lips of her pussy. “After I prove to you that you’re the only goddess I want to fuck.”

Goddess? Wait. Didn’t Logan say something about—?

But he did it again, he shut her brain down just like that. All it took was him sliding home inside her, his hard body still holding hers down. God, his cock felt so good, hard, warm and throbbing.

He began a slow, torturous fuck, his hips moving as if he had all the time in the world. He would draw it out, letting her feel every ridge, every vein before gliding back in, the tip of his cock just nudging her cervix. “You like this? You like feeling me all over you, inside you, part of you?”

“Fuck yes.”

His beard stroked her cheek. He turned his head, his teeth nipping her shoulder. “Want more?”

She reached behind her and dug her fingers into his hair, pulling it hard to let him know she meant business. “Make me come.”

He grinned again, an animalistic growl pouring from his throat as he began shafting her in smooth, hard strokes. His hand burrowed beneath her, his fingers finding her clit and stroking it just the right way.

She tried to buck back into him but his body held her down. All she could do was accept what he gave her. “Let me fuck you back.”

“Later.”

He sped up, damn near pistoning into her now. She wanted to come so badly she was groaning under him. The sensations were almost too much. “Tyr.”

“Yes. Come, Jamie.”

She tightened the walls of her pussy, intent on taking him with her.

His rhythm stuttered, the smoothness gone as he fucked her wildly. “Gonna. Jamie.”

His breathless cries were music to her ears. Then his fingers pinched her clit, stroking her hard, and all she could see were stars dancing behind her eyes as she came so hard she couldn’t even draw breath.

He was right behind her, gasping out his own release, his light bathing them both until she could no longer see, only feel him above her, his body bowed as he spilled himself inside her.

He collapsed next to her, his light dimming, the white mist slowly bleeding away until sleepy blue eyes smiled at her. “Love you.”

She breathed a silent thank you as he kissed her gently. He loves me. She made sure to mouth the words back, knowing she’d given a piece of her soul into his keeping.

Chapter Nine

She was in bed with a naked Travis. He’d told her he loved her.

And he was snoring.

She tried to hold back the giggles as the God of Justice put freight trains to shame next to her. He shifted slightly and she lost any and all urges to giggle.

He was rock hard, that thick, long shaft leaving a wet trail just below his belly button. From the look on his face it was one hell of a dream.

He’d better be dreaming of me.

She smirked and slid out of bed as quietly as possible. She brushed her teeth and went to the bathroom, careful to make sure the door was closed while she did it. For what she had in mind she didn’t want him awake.

She peeked out of the bedroom door and sighed. Still asleep. She tiptoed across the carpet, sliding back into bed as gently as she could. Good. Now, my turn.

She started by slowly teasing her fingers down his chest. He had a nice chest, lightly sprinkled with dark blond hairs, just enough to tickle the tips of her fingers. She plucked at one brown nipple, jerking back when he shifted and moaned softly.

She waited until he’d settled back down before continuing her explorations. Long, strong legs tapered to large feet. She leaned down and licked the inside of his calf, her eyes glued to his face to watch for signs of wakefulness. His brow furrowed, but he remained still, his expression slowly smoothing back into sleep.

When she licked the inside of his other thigh he hissed, his legs spreading.

Very carefully she grasped his shaft in her hand. Mmm. Breakfast. Stifling another giggle at the thought of sausages—“I’m gonna be a good girl and clean off my plate”—she bent her head to his heavy ball sac. She darted out her tongue, tracing the wrinkled skin before moving to the joint between his thigh and his dick. She gave him a good, long lick there, earning a whimper and another restless movement. A drop of pre-come glistened at the head of his dick, and she desperately wanted to taste it.

Not yet. He’d done his best to drive her insane last night, but this morning was all for him. She leaned over and sampled the other side between his thigh and his dick before pulling his balls into her mouth. She tongued them both, letting them roll around in her mouth before letting them go with gentle suction.

She was startled when his hand landed on hers. “Like this,” he muttered breathlessly. He showed her what he liked, stroking her hand up and down his shaft, twisting it slightly. The look of painful bliss on his face was incredible.

She drew his balls back into her mouth and he moaned, thrusting up against her chin. “Want my mouth?”

His answer was to sit up against the headboard, grab the back of her head and guide her mouth to the crown of his cock. She didn’t mind at all, since that was her ultimate goal, to make him want so badly that he took what he wanted. She grinned as she sipped at the tip of his dick, sucking that drop of pre-come into her mouth and savoring it.

“Yes, suck it, Jamie.”

Boy, was he in for a surprise. Something she’d learned to do, and do very well too, was suck cock.