by Maren Smith
“I said, that is enough.” Forseti stepped between us and grabbed my raised arm.
I quickly dipped out of his grasp, the adrenaline rushing through my veins telling me it wasn’t enough. “I’m not done! We aren’t done! The fight isn’t complete! There has been no declared victor.”
“I said enough, Morrigan.”
I should have seen the twitch in his jaw. I should have seen the way his eyebrows wrinkled together as he glared at me. I didn’t. All I saw was red. I started to bounce around him on the balls of my feet.
“Morrigan, don’t even think about it,” he growled at me.
“You want to see what I have? You want to test my strength? My agility? Fine. Test it then, oh mighty grandson of Odin, nephew of Thor.” I punched him then, square in the jaw. I saw his head jerk back and for a brief second, I thought I had gone too far. “Oh, I bet you aren’t allowed to hit a girl, unless you are bruising their ass,” I snarled and raised my fist again. He blocked it.
“You aren’t a girl, Morrigan. You are a warrior. You are a valkyrie demigod. If you want to fight, we can fight.” He dropped my fist. I didn’t have time to consider being scared. He lunged forward.
I kicked, punched and moved. We ended up on the ground, wrestling around. He would pin me, but each time I was able to get out of it. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned into an hour and we were still going. I was zapped, my muscles were weakening. Lifting my arms was beginning to feel a lot like lifting heavy weights. He continued as if he hadn’t been affected at all.
Soon, I was pinned neatly under him. I realized then, he hadn’t kicked or punched me. Each of mine had landed where I intended, but he never returned the same. He deflected several, took more and worked on subduing me. He let me work out my anger on him.
And subdue me, he had. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Breathe. Take a deep breath and let it out. Your heart is beating entirely too fast.” He had my arms pinned above my head, his knees were on either side of my hips, his face a half an inch from mine. He lowered his head the rest of the way, meeting my lips with his. After kissing me, he lifted his head again. “I am going to let go of your hands, Morrigan, but I want you to leave them where they are.” He slowly let go, as if he didn’t trust me to obey.
He took his free hand and placed it over my heart. As if a cool wind had swept over my body, the heat dissipated. I felt my heart rate slow and it was easier to breathe. A second later, my limbs lost their heaviness.
“I could have calmed you sooner, but I wanted to feel your power. Besides,” he laughed, adding, “I think you needed this.”
I looked around and realized the women weren’t outside anymore.
“I sent them away about twenty minutes ago.”
I shivered when the inside of his palm touched my cheek. I took another deep breath and ended up breathing him in. His scent was intoxicating to my senses. I wiggled underneath him, reaching up, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to me. Our lips met again. I felt his body as it lowered over mine, Forseti now resting on his elbows to not crush me.
His hardness, a sign that he was as aroused as I was, pressed into my stomach. I lifted my hips off the ground to rub against it, my hand going to the back of his neck. I was the aggressor this time, my tongue desperately searching his mouth for more of him. He broke the kiss.
“Morrigan, if you don’t stop right now, I don’t know if I will be able to prevent myself from ravishing you, right here and right now.”
“Ravishing me? Who says that?” I laughed.
“I’m not joking, little goddess.” The passion in his tone told me as much.
I wrapped my leg around one of his, pulling him down closer to me. “Ravish away, Daddy.”
Forseti
She was stronger than I had even imagined. As I watched her outfight my best fighter, I realized how badly we had underestimated her. That wasn’t something I would do again. Now, as she laid beneath me, writhing in passion, I wanted nothing more than to take her and make her mine. I knew, if I did, there would be no going back… and then she called me Daddy again.
“Morrigan, listen to me right now,” I growled. “If this happens, if I… if we… there is no going back. You’ll belong to me, little goddess. Do you understand me? Do you understand what I am telling you? I won’t if you don’t want me to, but once I do…” I captured her lips and kissed her with every ounce of raw passion I had inside of me. “If we move forward, you will be mine, and I will be your Daddy from here on out. Do you still want this?”
“What are you waiting for? Why haven’t you ravished me? Please, Daddy.”
There was no waiting after receiving her consent. Reaching down, and with every bit of strength given to me as a god, I tore her clothing right off. I heard her muffled cry as they went flying.
“Did I hurt you?” I stopped to check her over.
“No, Daddy. Please. Don’t stop!”
I pulled my pants off my hips, happily freeing my erection from the constraint of my battle gear.
I could smell her heady arousal, and I could feel the increase of her heartbeat. I looked down into the beautiful face of my mate and I knew, beyond any doubt, that she was mine.
Her warmth called to me. I knelt, with my knees on the inside of hers, pushing her legs apart. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please!” The passion was wild in her eyes, darkening them. I reached one hand under her neck to cup it and bring her head up, claiming her lips as I drove forward with one hard thrust.
She was wet and waiting for me. Her cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure, filled my mouth as I plunged into her welcoming warmth. I moved inside of her then, completely losing control, thrust after thrust. My long, thick girth getting acquainted with her small, moistened opening. Her cries, her head tossing from side to side, her nails scratching down my back, it was almost my undoing.
I reached between our bodies with my free hand and found the swollen nub I was looking for. I caressed it with my finger, flicking and rubbing in circles as I pulled up and pounded into her depths again and again. I felt her tense under me, and knowing her climax was coming, I quickened my pace. I felt her then, milking my cock with her vibrations as she orgasmed, giving me permission to do the same.
My hot seed poured into her waiting body, shooting out, pulsing. I roared up into the heavens, thanking Odin for my match. God, she felt so right, her tightness a glove to my member. Her orgasm continued, her spasms milking every last drop out of me. Finally, she collapsed beneath me. I rolled off of her and brought her to my side, her head fell on my shoulder.
“Dear God,” she panted. “Jesus. That was…”
I chuckled. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to her using those phrases from Midgard.
“I’ve never felt anything quite like that before. It was almost like we were…”
“Made to fit together?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Morrigan?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“You do know that you have another spanking coming, right, little goddess of mine?”
She started to sit up, but I pushed her back down, not ready to untangle ourselves quite yet.
“How could you even think about something like that right now?”
“I noticed you didn’t ask why.”
“Oh, ummm, why is that, Daddy?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. Why might Daddy need to spank his valkyrie’s naughty little behind?” I could feel the heat from her blush. “Tell Daddy what you are going to get a spanking for.”
“Ummm.” She bit her lip, looking at me.
It was adorable how quickly she went from a grown warrior to a blushing woman needing her Daddy’s guidance.
“Not ummm. You know exactly. What did you do that would make me want to spank your butt?”
“I didn’t stop.”
“You didn’t stop. No, you sure didn’t. Did Daddy tell you to stop?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Try that again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you stop?”
“No, I couldn’t.”
“I believe you could. I believe you didn’t want to. The problem is, when we are in battle, I need to know you will listen to me. If I tell you to stop, you will stop. My orders could be the difference between life and death, victory or defeat. If I tell you to drop, dunk or stop, I need to know you will do so. That is why I am going to impress that onto your behind when we get inside.”
We lay there for a second, the smell of our mating in the air, the sounds of nature around us. I wondered what she was thinking. I was serious about this. It was incredibly important for her to listen to me and to follow orders. It was literally a matter of life or death.
“Well, then, I guess we shouldn’t go inside.” She moved over me and straddled me.
I knew it would take very little for her to get me hard again, and as much as I wanted her to ride us both to orgasm again, we didn’t have time right now for it. Plus, I recognized her stalling tactic. I lifted her by her hips straight off of me and stood us both up. After tucking myself back into my pants, I stripped my shirt off and helped her into it before turning her to swat her behind firmly.
“Good try, little goddess. Good try.”
Chapter 8
Morrigan
I had orgasmed.
I. Had. Orgasmed.
For the first time in my entire life, I felt the earth shattering, leg shaking, stomach quivering feeling of an orgasm racking my body. I had thought it wasn’t possible. Another one of those things that had always lingered just outside of my reach, like tears or pain.
Granted, I had only had sex a couple times in my entire life, but none of them had ever come even a little bit close to how it felt with Forseti.
I looked up at him, the straight-from-my-fantasies, right out of one of my Daddy Dom romance books, God of Justice with awe. Now that I knew how incredible an orgasm could feel, I wanted more. I was more than disappointed when he lifted me from astride him and instead decided we needed to retire for the night.
Back inside, we walked hand in hand back up to the large master suite. “I don’t know how long we can or will shelter here, but Frigg sent her handmaiden Fulla down to make the house ready for our use. She stocked food in the kitchen and brought a wardrobe for you.”
“How did she know my size?” It had often been hard to find clothes that fit me. I was taller than most women and my thighs were wider, pure muscle, but large. Pants had been a struggle since I was a pre-teen. Forseti laughed at my question, and I shot him a curious glance.
“Morrigan, you are the same size as Kara and well, almost every other valkyrie on Asgard. Most valkyries have flaxen hair, beautiful overly color-saturated eyes and muscular, but feminine builds. Besides, the battle outfits and robes are almost all one size fits all with multiple adjustable sections.”
“Oh.” I guess he had a point. Kara and I had the same curves and stood at the same height.
With an indulgent grin, Forseti reached over and removed a piece of grass from my hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
The ‘let’s’ part of that statement startled me. I had never bathed with a man. In fact, I had never really allowed one to see me naked. Sex, the handful of times I had engaged in it, had been in the dark. I had more muscle than curves and my average sized, C-cup breasts weren’t anything to write home about. I had thought it unfair to have this much height and no breasts to match.
I had also never been in a serious relationship. In school, I had focused on my grades, sports, and martial arts training. After college, I had completed the police academy before deciding that forensic science was more my passion and spent the next five years developing my career. I had wonderful friendships and had been on a few scattered dates, but never anything serious. Mostly, I fantasized about an alpha male who would equal my passions and ability. Men like that were not exactly a dime a dozen, and none had ever come my way. Until now. Until Forseti.
“You do know that I don’t have Edda’s mind reading abilities, right, little goddess?”
“What?” I had been lost in my own thoughts. I must have missed what he had said.
“I asked what temperature you liked your bath water.”
“My bath… I thought I would take a quick shower. Turns out, I’m exhausted. What time is it anyway? Midnight?” It had been rather sexy to have him rip my clothes off outside. But that had been in the throes of passion. Now, under the bright lights of the bathroom, my anxiety at Forseti seeing me naked had me feeling slightly ill.
“It is just past ten.”
“How? How is that possible?”
“It actually feels earlier to me, time flew today.”
“Regardless of the time, I am still exhausted and will just take a quick shower, if you don’t mind.” I went to step around him and into the bathroom. My plan was to close and lock the door, jump in the shower, wash off and quickly dress. His large hand enclosing on my upper arm stopped me.
“Oh, but I do mind, sweetheart. I want to bathe my little goddess.”
“Goddess? I’ll never get used to you calling me that… or valkyrie.”
“I promise you will. You are both. You are a demigod, Morrigan. Part valkyrie and part god.” Forseti leaned into me, his face just mere inches from mine. “In one sense, you are a fearless warrior, kicking butt and taking names.” He brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss, his hand going to the nape of my neck. Breaking the kiss, he spoke again. “In another, you are the strong, determined and beautiful goddess, stirring my loins and bringing me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.” His lips closed over mine again, his hand on my neck holding me exactly where he wanted me as he owned my lips.
I felt my legs turn to jello, and my body melted into his as his kiss deepened beyond where a kiss should be allowed to go. I leaned into his embrace, fully captivated by him.
“Now, where were we?”
The sound of water running grabbed my attention and I looked around in an aroused haze. How did he move us into the bathroom? All I could focus on during that kiss was the all-consuming fire he stoked in my body.
“Strip for me now, Morrigan. It is time for your bath.”
I could smell the sweet scent of lavender rising from the steaming water that was now filling the large soaking tub.
“I… uh, I can bathe myself.” I saw his frown as he rose from beside the tub and stalked toward me.
“You are insistent on being naughty and not listening to your Daddy, aren’t you?”
“What? No, that’s not it.” I put up a hand to stop him from coming any closer.
He raised an eyebrow and stopped, briefly. “Then why aren’t you obeying me? Do I need to warm your behind to motivate you into listening? You are already on the receiving end of a bad girl spanking for not obeying me outside earlier tonight, do you want to add to it?”
“No!” I wasn’t fond of his spankings. Bad girl spanking? Like there were any other kinds.
“Then take that shirt off and get in the tub.” I could hear the frustration in his tone as he turned back to the tub to test the water temperature.
“No!” I covered my mouth the second the word came out, my hand gripping the collar of his shirt as if to assure it remained around me. He turned to face me again, and I noticed the tick in his jawline, a warning. I backed up, right into the sink. I was trapped as he moved toward me.
“What did you just say to me?” His tone was scary quiet. “Do you know what happens when you tell Daddy no?” I couldn’t open my eyes any wider than they currently were. He reached for the hem of the shirt; I knew his intent. I closed my eyes.
“Please, wait!” My emotions were caught up in the storm around me. I needed a second, just a second, to breathe. He must have heard the raw desperation in my tone, because nothing happened. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. He was staring at me, but not in an angry way. No, it was somet
hing else in his eyes all together.
Tender determination. It was almost my undoing.
“Talk to me. What is going on?” He released his hold on the shirt and stepped back away. Turning, he flipped off the water, which now was a mere inch or two from the top of the tub.
“I-I,” I stammered over my words, my eyes going to my folded hands in front of me, unable to keep his gaze. “I don’t like people to see me naked.”
“People?”
“Men. I don’t like men to see me naked.”
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Morrigan, look at me.” His tone wasn’t mean, just commanding. I dragged my eyes up to his face. “I am not just a man.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered. “Right. You are a god. Sorry for insulting you, your Godness.” Was that a word? I didn’t know.
“One.”
“One?”
“You don’t want to see what happens if I get to three. If you interrupt or curse at me again, I might just pass two altogether. By Odin, you try my patience. I am not just a man—”
“Right. We’ve been over that.”
“Two.” He held up the fingers and glared at me.
“Okay, okay!” I said.
“You are going to learn tonight.” The words held a promise. “I am not just a man, Morrigan, not because I am a god, but because I am your man. Not any ol’ man, but your Daddy. There is a difference, yes?”
I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. He was right. He wasn’t just another man. In the span of one day, he had become my man.
