Yuletide Mischief

by Rose, Dahlia

  “Are you pleased being with me? I mean, you’ve probably been with supermodels and women that are way more beautiful than I am,” Vivi said hesitantly.

  “Vivienne, there is no one else like you, none that made me feel this way,” he said.

  Loki settled between her legs, and she loved the feel of his hard body over hers. He kissed her, and Vivi lost herself in the feel and taste of him. Heat and lust filled her and his guttural moan mingled with her whimpers. They tasted, feasted on their bodies, and bit each other’s lips and neck as if they couldn’t get enough. The urge to taste every inch of him became a gut-wrenching need that would not be denied.

  “I want to taste you,” she said urgently.

  Loki rolled and took her with him until she was straddled across his body. “Take your fill of me.”

  Vivi kissed her way down his body and took the thick length of his shaft in her hands. She reveled at the feel of him, smooth and hard, each stroke of her hand seemed to engorge his cock even more. His moans were short and came with each breath. She watched the muscles of his thighs flex and tighten each time she moved her hands. Vivi filled her mouth with his cock, taking each inch slowly. She brought it back out and licked the tip and laved it with her tongue before taking her mouth down along his shaft again.

  His body strained against her lips, and he grabbed her head to push himself deeper into her mouth. He was long and thick and hit the back of her throat and she could taste a hint of his precome on her tongue. He let her have her way for a few more minutes before Loki moved with such finesse she was stunned to find that she was now lying against the bed while he supped at her pussy.

  “Oh, my God!” she screamed and bucked beneath him.

  His hot tongue licked and penetrated the velvet folds of her sex until she was begging for mercy. He was voracious as he sucked on her clit and his fingers pressed and spread the soft folds of her snatch to penetrate her with his tongue. Vivi could hardly stand it. She moaned and each sound was lustful and wanton to her own ears. Loki drove her to the brink and with his hands sent her careening over the edge. He made her come, screaming and clutching at the covers beneath her.

  “Ride me,” he commanded in a voice hoarse with need.

  Vivi straddled his hard body and took him into her hot, wet velvet sex. As he filled her, she threw her head back and cried out his name. He squeezed at her firm ass with hard fingers as he thrust into her slowly, initiating the rhythm that she willingly followed. Their pace was a hard one as they pushed each other toward completion. Loki relentlessly pounded into her and she gripped his shoulders leaning low onto his body. She rode him like the stallions she rode as a young woman, knowing he would never break.

  “Open your eyes. I want to see the pleasure on your face when you come,” he said through clenched teeth. “Open your eyes. Give me what I want.”

  Vivi did as he asked and gasped as he grabbed her hips and pumped into her wildly.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked and went deep with every thrust, pushing her to a blinding orgasm.

  “You,” she moaned. “I’m the woman of Loptr.”

  “My Vivienne, forever mine.”

  His words flowed over her like wet silk, and he pulled her forward for a smoldering kiss. Loki locked his hands around her upper body and thrust into her relentlessly and Vivi couldn’t hold back any longer. With their eyes connected, her body exploded and shattered in ecstasy, then rebounded and fell apart again. Loki watched her tumble off that pleasurable edge before he followed. She heard the pleasurable agony in her name when he said it and pressed his face into her neck as he came. She felt his hot seed fill her and welcomed the sensations gladly. In that moment, time seemed to stop as they held each other and nothing else existed or mattered.

  “Did I hurt you?” He lifted her head to smooth her hair away from her face.

  She shook her head and smiled. “What about you? I wasn’t too gentle.”

  Loki laughed and held her tight. “Vivienne, you are incorrigible and I am completely smitten with you.”

  That was what she wanted to hear, as her heart already ached for him. Vivi slid off his body and he turned on his side and pulled her into his arms. She opened her eyes and met his sexy gaze, and they laid like that for the longest of moments, saying nothing, but learning so much from each other’s eyes.

  Chapter Five

  Loki turned his head and looked at the woman next to him. Her lips were parted in sleep and still slightly swollen from their passionate lovemaking. He’d made her scream his name more than once in the last few hours, and each time he felt like he wanted to roar in pleasure to the universe that she was his. Vivienne made him believe he could be a better being, but could he finally leave his past behind him? Love had caused his demise once before, but Vivi was nothing like Madge.

  “You are thinking so hard, it woke me up,” Vivi murmured. “So a penny for your thoughts.”

  He looked over, and her eyes were still closed yet she had a smile on her face. His heart jumped in his chest. It was such a foreign feeling for him that he rubbed the area of his chest as if it were an actual pain, albeit a pleasurable one.

  “Past deeds and sins that still haunt me,” Loki admitted.

  Vivi locked fingers with his. “I’m not just here to warm your bed. Share the load; let me ease the burden in your heart as well.”

  Loki swallowed thickly. Did he dare ruin what he found in Vivi? He didn’t think he could stand seeing disgust or loathing for him in her eyes, not now. Yet he knew it was time for the truth, to speak about something that marred his past and shaped the future he had now. He’d let it control his life and warp his mind. Was there any coming back from that? He didn’t know. But Vivi—if not anyone else—deserved to know about how he became the mischief-maker.

  “My parents were giants and were lost in the wars of old. I was raised by Joko and Odin as one of their own, but I never felt like I fit in,” Loki said. “I resented Jack, Nick, and Thor for having parents while I had none. While Odin was a rambunctious bastard, Joko held us together. In the great halls, there were women, wine, and many wives. Yet, she took it all in stride and was a mother to us all. I acted out and I got punished like any other child would. I was four hundred when I met Madge—the frost queen whose beauty was as pristine as the snows of the northlands but a heart colder than the icy winds. She used my adoration with her and my obsession and lust to twist me into what she wanted. She told me that my parents were sacrificed by Odin in the wars and that fueled my rage. So while I loved her with a passion, in our bed I told her the secrets of Asgard and became a traitor, all for love.”

  “What happened then?” Vivi brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. It gave him courage to continue his story

  “I lived in the great house as she waged a thousand-year war, until my treachery was revealed and then Odin’s rage knew no mercy.” Loki let the memories of the past sweep over him. “He almost wiped Madge and her people out, and I was ready to stand beside her, but she threw me to the wolves. Blamed it all on me. Said I used her to try to become ruler. Odin was ready to take my head, but Joko can see the truth in a person’s mind. So we were put to the test and Madge was shown to Odin for what she really was. She and what was left of her people were exiled to the coldest parts of the universe. My punishment was to become what you see now. I had to use my love of mischief to control all the realms of chaos. I was not forced into exile, but my fate was sealed. In the eyes of my kind I saw their mistrust, loathing and hate. Joko never felt as the others did. She saw what Madge did to me and the deep wound she left. Nick, Thor, and Jack came around eventually, but a modicum of mistrust still remained. It’s been four thousand years since the wars and…I am who I am, Vivienne. I cannot make excuses for it.”

  “No one is asking you to. I’m floored at hearing the sheer number of years that has gone by. How old are you?” Vivi asked.

  “Darling, Vivienne, do you feel as if you are in the arms of an old man?�
�� Loki teased. “In your world I’m about thirty-five, but in time and space I am thousands of years old. Odin himself was young when this world came to be. It took eons for him to even get gray at his temples.”

  “Loki, can I tell you what I believe?” Vivi asked.

  “I don’t think I could stop you, so, yes, you may.”

  She rolled over quickly and straddled him before bracing her hands on his shoulders and staring him in the eyes. Loki couldn’t help but grin.

  “You were used because you were young. Whoever this Madge person is, she took an infatuation and warped it to serve her purpose,” Vivi said firmly. “Oh, you played a part because you let childhood resentments fuel you. But we are not the sum of our past or our sins. We rise above it.”

  “How does one rise above starting a war with their own family, for almost destroying the people who brought me into their home, who tried to love me?” Loki said softly. “I deceived so many, including the woman who raised me as a mother.”

  “You started today with the children at Sunrise House. I saw much more to you than just mayhem. You, darling Loki, have a heart and I’m claiming it as mine,” Vivi announced.

  “I like an assertive woman, but don’t I have a choice?” Loki asked with humor in his voice, yet his heart began to beat faster.

  She shook her head. “Not really because I love you and for me that’s a big deal. I accept your faults and the role you have to play in this world of ours. We’ll find ways to an even balance and I’ll be your partner in all things…if you let me.”

  “You love me,” he said slowly.

  She nodded. “I don’t expect anything from you, and I won’t use you and your love. I promise I will cherish you, Loki, for eternity if you let me.”

  He slid his hand around the back of her neck and flipped her until she was under him again. “I will let you. I love you, Vivienne, from the first time you used my real name and saw through my glamour. Share immortality with me and be mine. Come home to the great halls with me and share in the feast with my family.”

  Vivi laughed softly. “I would love to see your home and meet your family. If any of them are mean to you, though, I can’t be responsible for what I may say.”

  Loki laughed. “I would enjoy that more than you know. Joko will love you, everyone will.”

  He kissed her deeply and felt the shackles of his past fall away. Vivi writhed beneath him. His cock thickened at the movement as desire took over his thoughts. His need for Vivi became all consuming and when she ran her hands down his body to his ass and pulled him closer, Loki almost lost it right then and there.

  “I love you. I love you more than you will ever know,” he whispered raggedly.

  “I feel it, Loki.” She pressed his hand against her chest, over her heart. “Right here, always.”

  Loki gentled his kiss this time and her contented sigh was his undoing. Her little responses were going to drive him crazy. He was already addicted to her responses like the tiny moan that came from her lips when he cupped her breasts. It made his cock ache, and he wanted to pin her to the bed and fill her again and again. He kissed her shoulders and reveled at the smooth, creamy skin of her body. He trailed his lips down her torso and kissed the indent of her navel.

  “Come kiss me again. My lips are lonely for yours,” she urged softly.

  “Little minx,” he said in a teasing voice.

  He covered her body with his and threw her arms above her head and laced his fingers with hers. Their lips touched, and he was lost in the things that made her who she was, the exquisite Vivienne. Her scent surrounded him, and the way she rubbed her leg against his drove him to distraction. He could hear his heartbeat and the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. She tasted like the most sinful of things, the most decadent and rich of foods created by the gods and he wanted his fill of her.

  She was willowy but curvaceous and her body was rounded in all the right places. He trailed kisses down her neck and full breasts. Vivi lifted the heavy globes to his mouth and he sucked the tantalizingly thick nipples into his mouth. She arched against him with a tiny cry of his name that drove him wild. He lifted both breasts, giving them attention at the same time. It seemed the tug of his lips on her breasts caused the rhythmic rise and fall of her hips.

  He wanted more of her and trailed kisses down her torso until he reached the mound between her legs. He inhaled the sweet musk of her before teasing her with one little flick of his tongue against her clit. Loki groaned at her taste and buried his tongue between the wet lips of her pussy.

  Vivi whimpered, “Don’t stop, please. I want more.”

  By the gods! Loki closed his eyes and asked for patience. If she only knew how close he was to losing himself and taking her hard. The taste of her brought out a primal need in him so fierce it amazed even him. His tongue roamed hungrily and penetrated her moist core. At the onslaught of his mouth she ground herself against his face, seeking relief, calling his name.

  “Oh, yes, I’m going to come,” she moaned.

  Loki raised his head and looked at her wild eyes filled with lust. He buried a digit inside her as he continued to fuck her with his tongue. “Don’t fight it. Let me taste you come. Let me hear my name on your lips.”

  She shuddered and trembled as he sampled her pussy. Her body arched and tensed as an orgasm claimed her. She came and her juices flowed, much to Loki’s pleasure. He licked at her juices; his groans of pleasure at her taste filled the air.

  “I need more. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out,” she said breathlessly.

  “Tell me to fuck you with my fingers,” Loki commanded, his voice raw with desire.

  “Use your fingers to please me,” Vivi pleaded.

  “Look at me. Let me see you come,” he ordered. She opened her eyes, and he looked into their smoky chocolate depths.

  He swore that his kisses made her lips fuller. Vivienne was his feast and he intended to sample all of her and take his fill. He brought her to her release for a second time and when she cried out his name as she clutched at his arms, Loki felt invincible. He watched her fall over that crest as she pressed her face against his chest as her body trembled. He groaned when she took his shaft in her hands and stroked him. Unable to resist the building ache to be sheathed inside her, Loki covered her body with his and joined their bodies in one deep thrust.

  “God, you feel like hot silk wrapped around me,” he said.

  “I feel full, almost completed in a way as if we’re two parts of the same whole,” she said with wonder in her voice.

  Loki swallowed thickly because he knew exactly how she felt. Together they were perfect, a unity that he couldn’t barely understand but unwilling to give up. They began to move in unison. Loki took it slowly, trying to prolong the pleasure they shared. But, soon, their bodies met in frenzied thrusts and writhing hips. No words needed to be spoken because they both were striving to reach the end of the race at the same time.

  “Do you like how I make you feel?” he asked hoarsely, trying to hold on to his control and not take her too roughly.

  “Oh, yes, don’t hold back,” Vivi pleaded.

  Loki gave himself over to the swirling mist of desire. He picked up his pace and watched her eyes flutter closed as she was swallowed by pleasure. Her hands clutched his shoulders, and her hips undulated beneath him. Loki lifted her legs higher around his waist and Vivi cried out as he pumped harder inside her. He lost himself in the pulsing need that now drove them both. Loki leaned back on his knees and spread her legs so he could watch how his cock sank inside her. His cock was glistening, coated with her juice. With each plunge she seemed to get wetter, her body trembling. Her hands clutched at the bedding beside her. She arched, calling his name, and to Loki there was nothing more beautiful than watching her in the throes of passion.

  “Oh, I can’t stop it. Come with me,” she pleaded breathlessly.

  He felt her pussy clench around him, and he gritted his teeth as his balls tightened to an a
lmost unbearable ache, calling for release.

  “Oh, yes, oh, yes,” he said harshly.

  Her cry was a long, sweet wail that pushed him over the edge, and he spilled his seed inside her. His release crawled along each nerve ending of his skin in delicious waves. His body was taut as he gave himself over to what he could only describe as nirvana. He could stay inside her forever, but he pulled away to lie beside her and pull her into his arms.

  “Well, damn.” Vivi gave a breathless laugh. “A girl could get used to this.”

  “You’d better, because, Vivienne, now that you’re mine, I will not be letting you go.” Loki kissed her temple.

  “I can live with that.” She snuggled close and laid her hand on his chest. “I love you, Loki.”

  “And I love you, my darling Vivienne,” he replied.

  Her breathing became even, and he knew she had fallen asleep. Loki held her close, smiling in the dark about how his life took a completely different path than he would ever have expected. Would he change it, he wondered, and the answer was a definite hell no. If any man could give up a woman like Vivienne, their lives would be poorer for it. Loki had no intention of being that man.

  Chapter Six

  The halls of Valhalla echoed with laughter, and Vivi looked around in awe. Instead of spending Christmas in New York, she had begged Loki to take her to his realm and she was not disappointed. Traveling there was like a pop through time that left her breathless. She could look outside the massive windows and see the unblemished snow of the North Pole. It was a blanket of white across the landscape and though you could freeze to death outside, in the great halls there was not a cold corner.

  Massive hearths seemed to grace every room and the stone floors seemed to radiate heat. The smell of pine and fresh garland filled the air. Christmas trees with all handmade ornaments lent a hand to the picturesque scene. If Vivi didn’t know better, she would say she was dreaming. But she had pinched herself quite a few times since their arrival, so the sore spot on her arm told her she was awake.