Kir’s eyes nearly crossed and he choked, throwing his head back to land against Logan’s shoulder. “Do that again.” His voice deepened the way it had the other day, but this time instead of the instinctive fear she’d felt, tingles worked their way down her spine.
“Do what?”
“Both. Either. Fuck me, both of you.”
Logan’s gaze locked on her face. He blew her a kiss as flames began flickering in and out in his hair. “Our pleasure.”
There wasn’t much Jordan could do, pinned to the countertop the way she was, but she did her best. She pulled with her legs, tightening her muscles, loving the feel of Kir’s cock fucking into her as Logan pounded into him from behind.
It was the weirdest, hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Logan’s hands were on Kir’s hips, fingertips digging in, pulling him back, and pushing him forward as he moved in and out, in and out…
Kir’s hands were playing with her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples, making them burn with need. Her pussy was clutching at him all on its own now as her arousal hit new heights.
“Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Come on Kir’s cock.”
She nodded at Logan and leaned back, resting on one elbow. She reached down and began stroking her clit, loving the little gasps and moans Kir and Logan made as they watched her.
Logan’s strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. Kir’s cock was swelling inside her, his face a study of tormented ecstasy.
His eyes closed on a groan, and opened again, the inhuman whites, grays, and blues covering them completely. A spring storm. I can see the storm in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to him as Logan pushed at him from behind.
“Oh, fuck, babe.” Logan groaned and bit down again on Kir’s shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came in his lover’s ass.
Kir’s inhumanly beautiful eyes glowed as he gasped, “Come for me.”
Jordan screamed, her whole body clenching around the cock in her pussy, her toes curling, her hands clenching.
Kir’s roar of completion drowned them both out.
They collapsed together on the bed, too spent to do anything other than pant.
“Now do you believe me?”
She looked over Kir’s heaving chest at Logan, and frowned. “About what?”
“We love you.”
Kir watched with sleepy eyes as the two most stubborn people he knew stared at one another over his body. He put an arm around each of them and cuddled them against him. Neither one fought him.
He smiled, his heart turning over when their hands met on his belly and clasped.
“Yes. I believe you.”
He waited, somehow knowing what was going to happen. The smile he felt Jordan hiding against his side might have been a big clue.
“And?” Logan drawled. He felt Logan clutch Jordan’s hand a little bit tighter.
“And what?” Jordan’s muffled voice was filled with laughter.
“Isn’t there something you’re supposed to say back?”
She lifted her head from his side with a weary sigh Kir didn’t believe for a minute. “Isn’t that the woman’s line?”
Logan growled.
Kir sighed and looked at Logan. “I love you.” Then he looked at Jordan. “And I love you.” He smiled sweetly at Jordan. “See how easy that was?”
“You know, if I wasn’t half-dead from exhaustion, I’d act all coy and ask you guys to prove it again.” Her head settled on his shoulder and she yawned. “Haven’t even had my caffeine yet, damn it.” Kir felt her grip Logan’s hand back. “Makin’ me say I love you’s before I’ve had my coffee. Pains in my ass.”
Kir couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he felt Logan collapse next to him in relief. “No, that would be pain in my ass.” He leered down at her smugly. “He’ll be a pain in your ass tonight.”
He started laughing when her jaw dropped open, her gaze surreptitiously checking out Logan’s flaccid cock. He was still laughing when the two of them got up and headed into the kitchen for Jordan’s all-important coffee, shaking their heads at him and grinning like children.
Jordan stared out the window at Rittenhouse Square, her jaw hanging open. “Kir?”
Logan shook his head, smiling. Apparently, they’d made Kir very, very happy, and Rittenhouse Square was now blooming with the results.
Kir was looking down at the Square with a smile. “Huh. Pretty.”
Logan snorted.
Jordan rolled her eyes and turned away from the window. “Any news on Grimm?”
Logan stared down at her. “No. Why?”
“Because I’m going to go insane if I don’t get out of this condo.”
Logan leered at her. “We have ways to keep you busy.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“There are only so many times a day you can have sex.”
“Sure. One o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock, four o’clock…”
He grinned when she glared at him.
The strains of Enya’s “Boadicea” drifted from the den. Kir went to the den and came back with Logan’s cell phone. He handed the Bluetooth to Logan, who put it in his ear.
Jordan’s eyebrows rose when she heard Logan’s ringtone. “What is that?”
“Give me that.” Logan answered his phone, blushing. He glared at Kir, daring him to say anything, promising retribution if he did. I have got to change my ringtone.
Kir whispered in her ear, “It’s Enya.”
Jordan choked. “Enya?”
Logan, smiling tightly, answered the phone. “Yo, Logan here.” He stomped into the den, trying his hardest to ignore Jordan’s muffled laughter.
He sat at the desk and booted the computer. He wanted to see how well the YouTube video’s spell was working, and the best way to do that was to check it out online.
“It’s Travis. I’ve got Morgan and Magnus almost detoxed. How’s Jordan?”
Ours, finally. “Feeling much better.”
“That’s good.”
Logan rolled his eyes and opened the YouTube link.
“By the way, does Jordan know she’s married?”
Logan froze. How in the hell…?
Travis chuckled. “Guess not. Give the bride a kiss for me, will ya?”
“When hell freezes over.” All of Jordan’s present and future kisses were reserved for him and Kir.
Travis laughed. “Take care, okay? Talk to you later.”
“Bye.” He hung up and clicked on the YouTube video, watching closely to make sure that the spell was still in place, grumbling about nosy detectives.
“Hey, Logan. You want some?” Jordan held up the coffee pot and shook it.
“No thanks. I gotta run. Be back in a bit.” He walked out the front door, not even looking at her.
“Huh.”
“What?”
Jordan turned to Kir, putting the coffee pot back down on its burner. “Logan just left.”
Kir blinked slowly. “Left?”
The disbelief in his voice worried her. “Just walked out the door.”
Kir tensed. “Did he kiss you good-bye?”
“No.” Jordan shook her head, worried about Kir. His pupils were white.
“What room did he come out of?”
She pointed to the den, following behind as Kir rushed into the room.
“Damn. Shit. Grimm has him.”
“What?”
“Look. Thanks to Logan, you should be able to see it.”
He was grabbing his car keys off the hook while she glanced at the screen. Sure enough, something glowed on the edges of her vision, something blue-white and very cold. “What the hell is that?”
He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door, not giving her a chance to see what it was. “A spell.”
“What?”
“A spell! Look, Logan was probably checking to make sure the spell on the video hadn’t been tampered with. He would have left himself open. If Rina cast the spell, Logan would be vulnerable to
it.”
“Rina? Who’s Rina?”
He dragged her to the stairs and opened the door. “Val’s mom, and Grimm’s mistress.”
“Mistress?” Jordan pictured her wrinkled old grandfather getting it on with another wrinkled, gray-haired lady. “Ew.”
He was dragging her down the steps as fast as she could go. “Don’t think of it as grandpa lovin’, because Grimm doesn’t really look like you think he looks. Remember, he’s a shapeshifter.”
“Right. Oh! You mean he’s hot under the wrinkles?” She thought about that as they took another corner at high speed. “Double-ew.” She landed hard on the next landing, but Kir didn’t stop tugging her on. “Why are we taking the stairs?”
“I’m hoping to beat the elevator to the bottom.” Kir took the next corner at speed.
“From the twenty-second floor?” Jordan was only grateful he’d grabbed her good hand to tug her along.
It took them a few minutes to run all the way down to the first floor and out the door. Jordan’s legs would probably never forgive her, but if Grimm had Logan the burn would be worth it. “Why is he vulnerable to Rina’s magic?”
“Opposite elements. Rina’s a frost Jotun, Logan’s a heat Jotun.”
“Oh.” They made it to the front door in time to see Logan stepping into a silver Porsche. He turned and looked at them and mouthed a word just as the car took off down the street to the blare of horns.
“Shit! Did you catch that?”
Jordan ran back into the building, Kir right behind her. “Yes. Jamie.”
She was dialing Travis’s number as she ran.
Chapter Nine
Kir drove like a bat out of hell to Grimm’s house, per Jordan’s orders. He had no intention of arguing with her. From the look on her face, she had something planned. “He’s not going to take Logan there.”
“I know.” Her voice was calm, but her hands were shaking as they pulled into the driveway. “Wait here.”
Kir watched as she got out of the car, stunned. Oh, no. Kir is done playing good doggie. He got out and followed behind as she rang the doorbell.
A flare of red and white flashed on the edges of his vision as Jordan’s magic countered Rina’s. How in the hell did Grimm convince Frigg to let his mistress ward their house? Fire won, melting the ice-magic. Damn, she’s strong. Logan’s going to have to start training her right away. He suppressed the shiver of fear that Logan wouldn’t be around to train her.
“Jordan?”
For the first time in over a millennium Kir looked in the face of his mother…and felt nothing.
“Hi, Grammy. We’ve got a problem.” Jordan turned and looked at him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman who’d mistreated his brother. All because Hodr was blind, and he wasn’t. She’d virtually ignored his brother, pushing him aside in favor of the “perfect” son.
Okay, the memories helped. Now, when he looked at her, he wanted to throw up.
“Baldur?” Frigg took a shaky step forward. “Is that you, Baldur?”
He frowned. “I was. A long time ago.”
She looked terrified. “Ragnarrok has come?”
He shook his head. If she wanted to play games with him, she was in for a surprise. He didn’t have time for this. “You know it hasn’t.” He stepped forward, allowing the rage in him to show in his eyes. She gasped as he grabbed her arm. “Where’s Logan?”
“Kir?”
He turned to see Jordan holding a silver flask. “Grammy’s tonic, lovingly made by Grimm.” She opened the cap and sniffed. Wrinkling her nose, she poured the contents onto the flowerbed. “Apples.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. So some of it wasn’t her fault. “Where is Odin taking Loki?”
She shook her head, her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know.”
“Grammy?” He was surprised by the affection in Jordan’s voice. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Mistletoe. You need to get Mistletoe to promise not to hurt Kir.”
“Oliver said that wasn’t necessary, since Baldur…Baldur…” She sniffled.
“Kir’s not dead. He’s holding your arm.”
Frigg looked at Kir, confused, clearly befuddled by Grimm’s “tonic”. “His name is Baldur.”
Kir nodded, hoping…
“Baldur.” Frigg’s eyes cleared a little as she stared at him, measuring his features, stroking his cheek with a mother’s touch. “Baldur.” She pulled back, breaking free of his hold on her. “You are alive.”
He nodded again, watching as her face tightened.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Grimm?”
“Loki. How dare he keep you from me?”
Kir rolled his eyes. “Loki saved my life. Long story, no time to tell it. Where do you think Grimm would take him?”
She shrugged. “I have no clue.”
It was obvious to him that she was lying. He smiled. Thunder sounded in the distance. “If you don’t tell me where Grimm took Logan, you’ll never be allowed to see my children. Your grandchildren.”
She gasped. “Nanna is alive, too?”
He gritted his teeth. “No. Grimm murdered her. Jordan is…ours.”
“Ours? What do you mean, ours?”
“Mine and Logan’s.”
She glared at Jordan. “You would sleep with Loki after sleeping with Baldur? How could you?”
“Because I love them both! Look, we don’t have time for this! Grimm has Jamie!”
Frigg hissed, “What?”
“That was the lure he used to get Logan to go with him. He kidnapped Jamie.”
“Why would Loki give a damn?”
“Because I give a damn.” Kir could tell Jordan was getting frustrated with Frigg, and couldn’t blame her. She’d probably only been exposed to the grandmother Grimm wanted her to appear to be, never the self-centered bitch everyone else knew she was. “Grammy, please.”
Frigg took a deep breath. “All right. For Jamie.” She turned to Kir. “I want Loki out of your life.”
Kir turned and walked back to the car. “When hell freezes over.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Grandmother.”
Kir saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging from the branch of a tree, and sighed. He grows it on his property, just in case, and she never noticed. After all this is over, I have some apple trees that need chopping down.
He picked a sprig, and smiled. But first, I have a little something to take care of…
Grimm smiled at Fred and Adam. “What do you think, gentlemen? Will we get him to talk? Or is he a lost cause?”
“I say we kill him now and then go looking for Jordan. Who knows what the son of a bitch has done to her.” Adam glared at the bruised and bleeding figure tied to the chair.
“Punish him more. Make him really hurt.” Fred smiled. “Bring in the snake.”
Grimm looked with approval at his oldest son, the one who’d never managed to disappoint him. “Very good! I like that.” He turned to Val. “Bring the snake, Val.”
Val nodded and left the room, his stride unhurried.
Grimm shook his head. If he hadn’t stepped up to the plate and brought him Loki, Val would have been the one tied to the chair. Maybe he could afford to give the boy a reprieve.
“You never did explain how you managed to get Loki to come out of hiding, you know.”
He looked at Fred with a smile, thinking of the girl he’d left tied, broken and bleeding, to the cross in the room off this one. “Let’s just say, I finally figured out his weakness.” The traitorous bitch. Jordan was going to find herself tied where Jamie was very shortly.
No one crossed Grimm and lived. Not his children and certainly not his grandchildren. When would they learn?
Val hurried into the room Jamie was tied in, his heart nearly stopping at the damage Grimm had inflicted. If he’d been present when Grimm had taken Jamie he would have risked everything to save h
er.
But he hadn’t. Grimm had acted without him. Tricky bastard.
To save Jamie, Val had brought Loki to his father. The only thing he’d managed to salvage out of this whole fiasco was changing Grimm’s message from a compulsion to just that: a message.
Being half-Jotun had its uses. And thank you, Loki, for stepping up to the plate and once again taking punishment you don’t deserve to save someone else.
He untied Jamie, careful of her wounds, and picked her up, brought near to tears when she moaned and sucked in a deep breath. Too much longer and she would have suffocated to death, the pressure of hanging by her wrists too much for her body to bear. He cradled her gently in his arms and walked out, feeling the shiver of power in the air.
Baldur was coming. And Grimm was finally going to pay. Too bad he wouldn’t be there to witness his brother being avenged.
“Val.”
He looked up to see Travis, horrified, staring at Jamie, and knew there was no way he could explain it. Not with the game he’d been playing for far too long. “It’s a trap.”
Travis’s eyes were turning blind, never a good sign in the God of Justice. He felt the god’s power wash over him, a cold breeze that slowly warmed inside him. “Tell me.”
“Grimm. He’s got Loki tied to a chair. He’s torturing him. Now hurry. I have to get Jamie to a hospital.”
Jamie groaned, distracting him. “Uncle Val?” She tried to open her eyes but they were too swollen and bruised.
He smiled down at her. “It’s okay, pumpkin. I’ve got you.” For however long Travis would let him live, anyway. He walked away, his shoulder blades itching the entire time, waiting for a blow that never came.
Logan groaned as yet another blow landed on his side.
“Where’s my daughter, you piece of shit?”
He laughed, knowing how it would infuriate Fred Grimm.
He was right. Fred freaked, digging his fingers into Logan’s side, right where some ribs were broken. Logan bit back a scream, laughing up in the other man’s face. He’d been the belle of the ball at this dance before; they weren’t getting anything out of him this time, either. He was in a ten by ten room with concrete floors, only one, tiny window way up high in the wall, and only one exit. Son of a bitches had gotten at least one thing right. There was no way to escape except through them. And since his one major weakness was the inability to fly in any form he took without some kind of magical assistance, he was well and truly stuck.
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