As far as he was concerned, they were done talking. They were in his bed, he was touching her, and damn it, he’d been a very good boy for longer than he cared to think.
If she didn’t push him away in the next two seconds, he was going to be a very happy man.
She curled her arms around his neck, her nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Her mouth opened under his, welcoming him inside.
He had to make sure. She’d had so much taken away from her, he wouldn’t take her choices. “If you don’t want this, stop me now.”
All traces of humor were gone. With the most serious expression he’d ever seen on her face, she reached between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans. “I think I’ve always wanted this.”
He shuddered. “Yes, we have.” From the way her eyes widened he knew how savage he sounded, but he didn’t care. Skylar Kincade was finally his, and he would make sure the entire world knew it.
In between kisses hotter than any he’d ever given or received they managed to remove their clothes. Elbows and knees flew, banging into each other as they eagerly got rid of the cloth that separated their skin. She was giggling, laughing as he ran his whiskers down her side again. The first time he hadn’t even done it on purpose. He’d just been trying to get his jeans off, and his hands slipped. His face scraped along her side, his whiskers tickling her, and she’d lost it.
It was the worst, most uncoordinated seduction he’d ever made, and it was the best feeling in the world. Her hands were running all over him even as she laughed. “Anything broken?”
“Other than my pride?”
She curled on her side, laughing, her legs bumping his knees.
He blew a raspberry on her thigh. “Brat.”
She drew her leg up, either trying to get away or give him one hell of a view. “Am not.”
He nipped her hip, sucking up a mark. “Are too.”
“Ugh.” She wasn’t laughing now. She was holding still, her muscles tense as he slowly rolled her onto her back.
He gazed into her eyes and saw his future laid out before him. He was never going to let her walk away ever again. He just wasn’t strong enough. “Hi.”
She stroked his hair away from his face. “Hi.”
When she tugged him down for a kiss he went, the urgency that had been eating at him nearly gone. She deserved better than for Morgan to revert to his Viking roots, fucking her like he would some wench tumbled in a tavern.
He would show her how much she meant to him. He’d yearned for centuries for her, dreamed of her even when he was balls deep in someone else. He would do everything he could to show her what she meant to him. She was precious, and he would prove it to her.
The lazy slide of skin on skin intoxicated him. The scent of her filled his senses. He was drowning in her, kissing down her body, taking his time to worship her as she deserved. He lingered over her nipples, slowly loving them into hard, wet peaks, her sighs his reward. She moaned when he reached her stomach, the muscles tightening under his touch. She no longer squirmed away from the feel of his whiskers. Instead, she arched into his touch, begging him silently for more.
When he reached the apex of her thighs she opened eagerly for him, inviting him to taste, to touch, to feast on her until they were both sated. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue, moving her hips until they’d established a rhythm that had her panting with need.
Before too long she was coming on his tongue, her little gasps and sighs becoming one long, drawn-out groan. She cried out beneath him, her body bowing, arching, thrusting her beautiful breasts upward, and begging for his touch.
When she came down, her back once more on the bed, her legs wide and loose around him, he moved up her body again. He kissed each breast before he took her mouth once more, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She pushed at his shoulder and he went where she directed, landing on his back. Oh, man. Please, please let her be about to return the favor.
She did, bending so swiftly to his cock he had no doubt as to her hunger for him. She sucked him in and took him deep, almost to the root. He buried his hands in her hair, not guiding, simply holding on for dear life.
Just before he thought he would lose it she let him go with a wet plop. Where he’d worshipped her, she’d devoured him, awakened his deepest hungers. She straddled him, but before she could take him inside he took back the control she’d stolen from him.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her up with him until his head rested against the headboard, his shoulders propped up. When she took him into her body he pulled her head down, kissing her, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
She rode him steadily, deeply, her head thrown back in pleasure. He stroked between her legs, the hard nub of flesh slick under his fingers. She whimpered when he pulled her forward, sucking her nipple between his teeth, biting down gently. He wanted her to come, to strangle him in her wet heat, to— She cried out, her movements stuttering almost to a stop. She spasmed around him, her pussy clenching him so hard he almost came with her.
Almost.
He grabbed a hold of her hips and held her steady as he pounded into her, all sense, all reason lost in the pleasure of her. The worship was over. It was time to conquer, to claim. He wanted to mark her, to brand her so that she never even looked at another man.
Skye sobbed, her nails digging into his chest as he dug his feet into the mattress and took her. “Fuck me. Oh, gods, fuck me harder.”
Morgan saw red, his vision narrowed down to her. Her face, her body, filled him as he gave her what she’d begged for. He fucked her hard and deep, his balls drawing tight as he neared his peak.
She screamed, her nails drawing little half circles of blood in his flesh as she came again. This time, Morgan tumbled over the edge with her, his own cries nearly drowning hers out.
So good. It was never this good, this all-encompassing, all-over orgasm that rocked him to his very soul. He poured everything he had into her, gave her everything he was.
When it was over, she was slumped over him, his half-hard cock still twitching inside her. They were breathing hard, panting, muscles spasming with their release.
She rested her head against is chest. “Whoa.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Whoa.”
She licked her lips and did some sort of weird, wiggling thing with her hips that had his cock twitching with interest once more. Gods, all she had to do was breathe and he was rock hard, eager for her. “Again?”
He grinned at her moan as he thrust into her once more. “Again.”
“Your recovery time is—”
“Divine?”
Her laughter quickly died as he showed her once more just how divine he could be.
Chapter Eleven
Skye stepped behind Morgan and Magnus. It had been a matter of hours to get Magnus up to speed and get the weapons the two men felt they needed.
They’d given her, of all things, a delicate short sword to strap to her side. Like she knew what to do with it. Her memories might have returned, but she’d never been a warrior.
Still, when one stormed heaven one should be prepared to defend oneself. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m ready.”
Magnus ruffled her hair. “You’ll be fine, sis.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sis?”
“You and Morgan, right?” He shrugged. “So, sis.”
Morgan looked far too satisfied about that. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe someday.”
Magnus’s cough sounded suspiciously like bullshit, but she decided not to call him on it. “All right. I’ve got Mjolnir, our packs and a little something to bribe Nik with.”
“What would that be?” Morgan was strapping on his sword. How the brothers thought they’d get far in the outside world with big, bulky weapons on their backs was beyond her.
“Toni’s private phone number.”
The brothers shared an evil grin. “Oh, man. He’s so going to owe you one.”
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�s the idea.” Morgan looked around, his hands on his hips. “I think that’s everything.” He suddenly reached out and pulled Skye close. He kissed her with a possessiveness Fenris would have approved of, as if he hadn’t marked her thoroughly the night before. “You let Magnus and I handle any fighting, got it?”
She nodded, too busy relishing his taste to argue. Besides, hello! So not a warrior. “Uh-huh.”
That smug satisfaction was back on his face. “Good girl.”
She frowned. “If you pat me on the head and ask if I’m housebroken—”
Magnus burst into laughter. “Can we get her a collar?”
She rolled her eyes and kicked Magnus in the shin. “I’ve got all my shots too. Asshole.”
Morgan just grinned and opened the door. “It’s time to… say hello to Logan and Kir.”
Skye whipped around so fast she hit Magnus in the thigh with her sword. “Hi, Logan and Kir.”
“And Tyr.” Travis grinned savagely at them. His eyes were glowing, hiding the bright blue they normally were, and his blond hair was mussed. He had a sword over his shoulder just as Morgan and Magnus did. Losing his sword hand had not apparently slowed the god of justice down one bit.
“And Val.” The Terminator wasn’t smiling.
Crud. Looked like they weren’t sneaking away after all.
Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “Going somewhere?”
Kir tsk’d. “And without us.”
Logan scowled at his lover. “If I had my way you’d be house-sitting Jordan.”
“She’s certainly getting as big as one,” Magnus muttered.
Kir scowled back. “Sit, Kir. Stay.”
“Woof.” The lovers turned to Val. “What?”
“Ugh.” Skye pushed her way past Morgan and Magnus, who’d taken a protective stance in front of her. “We’re going after Sleipnir.”
Val nodded. “We thought so. Let’s go.”
“Uh, don’t you have to stay here, Logan?” Morgan tugged her back behind him, ignoring her struggle. It was like a toy poodle struggling against The Rock. Unless she nipped his hand she wasn’t getting put down.
Flames licked up and down Logan’s body. “I’m going.”
Kir gave them that sweet, stubborn smile they’d all grown to know and fear. “Me too. If he gets to be stupid, I get to be stupid.”
Tyr shrugged. “I tried talking them out of it, but it’s like trying to persuade a yip-yip dog not to bark. It ain’t happening in this lifetime.”
“What about Jeanne?” Morgan kept Skye behind him. As if any of the men before them would hurt her. “Shouldn’t you guys stay here to protect them?”
“Jeff, Jamie and Fenris are staying behind to guard Jordan and Jeanne. They should be safe enough between the three of them, especially since they won’t be leaving the condo complex and we aren’t planning on traveling from here. The wards will hold for the length of time we’ll be gone.” Kir shrugged his shoulders and winced, the sword on his back shifting. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to carry one of these.”
“Can we go?” Logan’s voice was dangerously soft. “We need to get to my son.”
Kir stroked his arm, ignoring the flames that danced across his lover, scorching the tile beneath his feet. “Logan’s been having bad dreams for the past two weeks.”
Skye frowned. “My kind of dreams?”
Logan shook his head. “No, but…” He looked away and blew out a harsh sigh. “I can imagine what Grimm has been doing to Sleipnir all these years.”
And he was beating himself up with horrible visions. For so long he’d been unable to free any of his children, but the one he’d gone for first had been the one he’d thought hurt the worst. None of his children would blame him for that, or so she hoped.
So she decided to distract him, get him focused on the mission at hand. If things went right, his son would soon be home with them. “How are we going in?”
Kir sighed. “We thought maybe quick and dirty, but after what happened last time, I’m not willing to risk it. Not here, anyway.”
“Besides, if the Old Man is here and not there, he’d take advantage, and I’m not risking Fenris or Jordan.” The flames on Logan’s body died down, but remained in his eyes. “We’re going to Rittenhouse Square, and Kir will get us through using Gungnir.”
Morgan grunted. “So quick and dirty, but out in the open. What if some mortal sees us?”
“I’ll take care of that.” Surprisingly it was Travis who spoke up. “I should be able to put up a good illusion spell, but it will shatter pretty quickly once the portal is up.”
Val looked far too satisfied as he clapped Travis on the shoulder. “I keep forgetting you’re Vanir, not Aesir.”
Skye was confused. She pushed her way past Morgan, ignoring his grunt of annoyance. “Wait. What does that have to do with anything?”
Travis flared so brightly she could barely see, then dimmed it immediately. “It means I can bend light, making what we’re doing invisible to most people. The Vanir were the gods of the Lios Alfar and the Dökk Alfar. I was of the Lios Alfar, or light elves.”
“Do I want to know who was dark?”
Travis frowned. “No.”
The four men stood silently, staring at her. “All righty then.”
Morgan pushed her behind him again. “Even with those precautions Grimm will know we’re leaving. We’ll make far too much magical noise across the planes when we open the gate.”
Kir shrugged again. “Only if he’s on this plane. If he’s in Asgard, he won’t feel a thing.”
“And if he’s in one of the Heims?”
Kir and Logan exchanged a worried look, but even Skye could tell Logan wasn’t going to back down on this. Obviously so did Kir, because he turned back to them. “Then he might sense something.”
The flames hadn’t died down on Logan’s arms. “It’s worth the risk.”
Morgan put his arm around her. “Then let’s go.”
“About time.” Val grinned savagely. “I can’t wait to fight in Valhalla again.”
Skye shook her finger at the Terminator. “The plan is to not fight. Get in, get Sleipnir, get out as quickly and quietly as possible.”
“Plans change.”
“Val.” She grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “You aren’t the one who’s supposed to kill him.”
“I’ve asked Fenris to change me.” Val’s jaw clenched. “Maybe that’s what you altered. Maybe I can be the one to bring Ragnarrok down on the Old Man’s ass.” He shivered, that savage grin returning. “I really want to be the one to kill him.”
Logan snorted, amused. “We couldn’t tell.”
“Even with the faux-gasm.” Kir chuckled as he hit the elevator button.
“Man, you have no idea.”
The ride down the elevator was silent, Morgan’s arm warm around her waist. Before too long they were striding out of the building, Logan first, demanding he be in front of Kir. He’d protected him for so long it was second nature to him, placing himself in danger before his lover. They’d seen it time and time again, to Kir’s utter frustration and Jordan’s amusement.
Val went next, stepping up beside Logan. Each scanned the street before them. Two fierce warriors, one harsh and strong as a broadsword, the other slender and deadly as a rapier, they looked like a matched set. Val nodded once to Logan and stepped to the side, allowing Kir to go through the door.
Magnus and Morgan flanked Skye, almost causing them to get stuck in the doorway, much to Kir’s amusement. Tyr brought up the rear. It was in this formation that they continued to Rittenhouse Square. They made their way quickly to a secluded part of the park, shivering in the cold night air, and ducked behind the statue Lion Crushing a Serpent by the French sculptor Antoine-Louis Barye. The area was small and surrounded by bushes on three sides, perfect for opening an unseen portal. There wouldn’t be much Travis would have to do to hide their presence, which was probably why it had been chosen.
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Val smiled when he saw the lion. “I recognize this.”
Logan patted the lion fondly. “It’s where we made the YouTube video that freed the gods of Odin’s influence.”
“If we hadn’t seen that and realized what was going on, we’d all still be under Grimm’s thumb.” Tyr placed his hand on the lion beside Logan’s. “Idunn has managed to convince Heimdall to help her keep Grimm away from the apples.”
“That video also brought you Pita.”
Travis laughed as the air shimmered in front of them, blocking them from view. “Yes, it did.”
Skye frowned up at Morgan, who rolled his eyes. “Pita is Jamie. It stands for pain in the ass.”
“Oh.” She knew that. She just didn’t know who they were calling a pain.
Kir tugged on Gungnir and the spear came loose, growing until he held the weapon aloft. “Let’s go. Once we’re on the bridge we’ll have to get past Heimdall.”
Logan’s phone rang. “It’s Jordan. You guys get started, I won’t be long.”
Kir nodded. “I’ll hold it open as long as I can.”
“Good.” Logan answered the phone. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
Kir pointed the end of the spear toward the lion and began to speak. His eyes clouded over, quick storms chasing one another through the blue. His voice resonated through Skye as he chanted in a tongue long lost to man and barely remembered by one little Norn. Before them something swirled, bright as a clear spring sky. The scent of rich earth and green, growing things filled the air, odd in such a cold winter setting. Baldur’s power flowed over her, humming inside her as the god opened a portal to the Bifrost Bridge.
Beyond the portal she could see the burning rainbow bridge that joined Asgard, the realm of the gods, to Midgard, the realm of mortals.
“Logan, let’s go!” Val waved Morgan and Magnus through first.
Morgan took hold of her hand and pulled her through the portal. She felt the wind between the worlds battering at her, attempting to pull her away from Morgan and the bridge before she could get her footing. With Morgan’s help she stepped onto the Bifrost Bridge for the first time in…
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