Dark Deceit (28 page)

B
ryn woke up to
the feel of Korvain’s velvet lips on the nape of her neck. His warm breath
brought a rush of goose bumps to her arms; peaking her nipples at the same
time. She only had a thin cotton shirt on that wouldn’t hide her reaction to
him at all.

But, gods, did she care? She’d denied herself for too long. Now that
she knew Odin had no real interest in her, or the other Valkyries other than
for his own selfish survival, she didn’t feel as if she had to remain pure.
Playing by Odin’s rules for a minute longer was not an option. She wanted to play
by her own, and she was going to start by losing herself completely to Korvain
and his satin touch.

The intoxicating scent that belonged to him and him alone rolled
over her. The tip of his tongue skimmed the shell of her ear, drawing a soft
shiver from her throat, her skin tingling in his wake.

She lay there for a few minutes, letting him kiss her softly,
letting his fingers skim down her arms, to trace over the goose bumps. He must
have thought she was cold because he was suddenly pulling her closer into his
hips, forcing her to mold into the line of his hard
body. She gasped when she felt the long, hot length of his erection pressed
into the top of her ass.

‘Bryn? Are you awake?’ he asked, kissing the nape of her neck again gently.
She rolled over to face him. His hooded eyes let her know he had no interest in
going to sleep anytime soon. She opened her mouth to answer him, but stopped
when he placed two fingers against her mouth.

Unable to wait any longer, she sucked one of those fingers into her
mouth. She pulled on the digit, swirling her tongue around it. She sucked it
deep into her mouth, showing him with her eyes that she wished it was something
else belonging to him.

Korvain groaned, his hips surging forward. He forced another finger
past her lips and teeth, gaining access to the soft, warm, wet recesses of her
mouth. Working on both digits now, she added her teeth to the suck and lick
routine. Korvain’s eyes actually rolled back, his mouth opening just a little,
so Bryn could see the two sharp points of his fangs.

Moisture pooled between her thighs as she thought about him using
them on her. Before Mares were routinely slaughtered, Kara had bedded a few and
had shown no restraint in telling all of the other Valkyries what it had been
like.

Korvain withdrew his fingers from her mouth slowly, his dark eyes
locked onto her face. ‘Do you know what you’ve just done?’ he asked, his voice
husky.

She shook her head.

‘You’ve given me an idea about what that luscious mouth of yours can
do.’

‘Oh,’ she whispered. The truth was, just thinking about taking
Korvain’s cock into her mouth to give it the same treatment made her squirm. He
moved into her, raising his hand to her neck. His fingers moved toward her
tattoo, but he stopped.

‘Can I touch this?’ he asked in a hushed voice. She nodded. His
fingers brushed against the sword softly. ‘You know, when I saw Loki touching
your tattoo, I wanted to kill him.’

She shut her eyes. ‘I don’t want to talk about him.’ Bryn opened
them again when Korvain’s fingers stilled. She smiled. ‘Tell me what you feel.’

He stroked her neck again. ‘It’s hard and cold like real steel.’

Didn’t she know it? It had taken her a long time to get used to it
when the tattoo had first been done. Korvain’s warm hand was cupping her neck,
his thumb making slow sweeps of her cheek and jaw.

‘I’m sorry,’ he eventually murmured.

‘What for?’

‘For taking your cloak.’

‘
You
took my cloak?’

He nodded. ‘I did. I didn’t want you to rush into that situation
without thinking it through properly. I could see that was what you were going
to do, and you wouldn’t let me help you in any other way.

‘But if I hadn’t taken it, Loki wouldn’t have tortured you as
brutally as he had and Kristy would still be alive. So for that, I’m so very
sorry.’

‘Where is it now?’

‘I hid it in your office safe downstairs.’

She frowned and Korvain straightened out the line between her eyes
with his fingertips. ‘How did you get in there?’

He grinned at her, looking oddly sheepish. ‘It’s a secret.’

She should have been upset with him, but he’d been right to do it. Bryn
placed her free hand on his chest. The warmth of his body felt so good beneath
her fingertips. ‘You’re right. If you hadn’t taken it, I would have given it up
to save the other two, but Loki would have still killed them, then me, and then
Odin.’ She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed each one. ‘You saved our
lives.’

When her lips touched his skin, a fire began to burn in his eyes. Her
lips parted. Korvain brought his hand to her collarbone and swept the back of
his bent finger down between her breasts. He slowly slid his hand over one of
her breasts through her thin cotton shirt, forming a wide circle around her
peaked flesh. Bryn bit down on her lower lip to hold back the groan.

His thumb flicked over her nipple, causing Bryn’s head to roll back.
Leaning in, Korvain’s tongue traced a long wet line up the column of her
throat. Bryn whimpered, pressing her breast into his hand.

He chuckled deeply and pulled away. The mattress moved beneath her.
When Bryn finally opened her eyes again, she found him looking down at her.
‘Stand up for me,’ he told her. Bryn slid from the bed, pulling the bottom of
her short cotton boxers down from her waist to cover more of her legs. Korvain
approached her slowly, his hooded eyes never leaving her face. She felt his
gaze like a shiver down her spine.

His palm found the nape of her neck as he slid his free hand down
her neck, along her collarbone and onto her breast once more, dragging the top
of her shirt down. Her nipples hardened under his touch. Her lips parted as he
closed the distance between their mouths.

Korvain’s tongue swept into her mouth, sliding and retreating,
mimicking what she wanted him to do to another part of her body. He swallowed the
moan escaping her lips. Bryn arched her back, her hands linking behind his neck,
her fingers sliding into the short hair at the base of his skull.

He pulled back and dropped his mouth to the breast he’d been
kneading. Korvain massaged her through the shirt, his tongue flicking back and
forth along her hardened flesh. Bryn had to squeeze her thighs together to stop
herself from rubbing directly up against his body.

He released the first breast and began working on the other. Bryn
watched his mouth work her, watched his tongue lick and tease her, watched his
teeth gently nibble at her. She saw his fangs, and gods help her, she wanted
him to bite her right where his tongue was.

Her hips rolled forward, her head tipping back. Bryn’s hands were in
his short hair, moving him to where she needed him to be.

Korvain drew back from her and stood up to his full height. He
caught her mouth again, biting down on her lower lip, nibbling it until he
pulled long groans from her throat. He thumbed her already sensitive nipples,
rubbing against them until Bryn felt her knees weaken. She’d heard the
expression a million times before, but never truly understood what it had meant...until
now.

He was breathing hard when he pulled back. Bryn hadn’t realized she
was leaning into him so much, so when she stumbled forward, it was only
Korvain’s arms that stopped her from going sprawling.

She laughed breathlessly, the soft sound stopping when she saw just
how dark Korvain’s eyes had become. She swallowed hard and stared up into his face.

His fingers inched down her torso, brushing the skin between the
bottom of the tee and the top of her shorts. With one swift movement, he
removed her shirt and dumped it onto the floor beside them with a cocky grin on
his lips.

Her already over-sensitized nipples puckered further. Korvain hadn’t
even touched her again yet. He was just staring at her with a hungry gleam in
his eye, sending the muscles in her lower body into spasm.

She whimpered as he took one of her breasts into his hand, lowering
his mouth to the other. Without the cotton tee separating them now, all the
sensations were magnified. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on
as he suckled and plucked at her nipple with his lips.

When he was finished with one, he gave the other the same treatment.
She knew she was making soft mewling noises in the back of her throat, but she
was unable to stop herself from making them.

He released her nipple gently as he lowered himself to the ground at
her feet. His mouth trailed down her torso, his tongue rimming her belly button
before hitting the edge of her boxers. Bryn jerked uncontrollably when his
fingers dipped below the elastic waist. She was suddenly nervous and Korvain
paused, looking up into her eyes, asking her to trust him.

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded slightly. She felt the tug of
Korvain’s fingers on the fabric then the cool air kissing the tops of her
thighs.

‘Step,’ Korvain murmured. Without opening her eyes, Bryn held onto
his shoulder and stepped out of one leg hole. ‘Now the other.’ She obeyed and
stepped out of the other, letting out a shaky breath.

‘Open your eyes.’

Bryn’s lids cracked open. Korvain was sitting back on his heels just
staring at her. Her hands instinctively began to cover her breasts, and the
juncture between her thighs, but she stopped when Korvain shook his head.

‘Don’t cover yourself up.’

She frowned. ‘You’ve said that to me before.’

He gave her a small smile, standing. ‘That’s because you’ve tried to
hide all your beauty from me before.’

Bryn glanced down, a blush burning her cheeks. His hand under her
chin drew her face toward his. He kissed her gently, deepening it when she
relaxed into his hold and slung her arms around his shoulders. She opened for
him, letting him slide his tongue inside. But as the kiss deepened, as his
tongue demanded more, she gave him back some of what he was demanding.

When her tongue dueled with his, he groaned
and tightened his grip to the point of pain. Korvain slid his thigh between her
legs and the sensation made her grind up against him. Gods, she was so wet already.
She rubbed herself against the roughness of his pants, whimpering, panting,
moaning for more.

Korvain maintained the contact at their mouths and drew his arms
around her waist until her feet no longer touched the floor. He walked them
backwards, the softness of her sheets at her back once more.

He seemed to stumble back unsteadily a few steps, his fingers
already working at the button on his pants. Bryn sat up on her elbows and
watched the show, biting on her lower lip.

Korvain drew his pants down past his ass, over his thighs and calves
before stepping out of them. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, so
what she saw was his long thick shaft standing proudly in front of him. She
gulped down and licked her lips.

‘Show me how you like to be touched,’ she whispered. She didn’t know
where the words had come from—only that they had come.

Korvain growled; his eyes drifted down her body as he gripped
himself near the base of his cock. Slowly, he started moving his hand up and
down, up and down, running his thumb over the crown with each upward stroke.
Bryn was transfixed, watching him, wanting him. She loved how his head kicked
back and his breath quickened. She wanted to be the one to do that to him.

Sliding from the side of the bed, she fell to her knees in front of
him, mirroring his previous position in front of her. Korvain looked down at
her, a possessive heat in his already dark eyes. Licking her lips, Bryn wrapped
her hand around his shaft, gripping him like he had been gripping himself.

She started off slowly, matching the pace when his hands dropped
away.

‘Gods,’ he gasped. She didn’t break eye contact except to watch how
his abdominals contracted and released with his erratic, heavy breathing. She
smiled, enjoying how much control she had over him, but also at how much trust he
was placing in her hands.

Leaning forward, she kissed him gently on the inside of his thigh,
swiping her tongue against his skin. His hands swept through her hair, tugging
it into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.

‘I want your mouth on me.’ His voice came out as one, long guttural
growl that spoke to her mind and her body. With a smile on her lips, she leaned
forward once more, her lips parted, her tongue ready.

Korvain groaned loudly when her lips passed over his head and slid
down his thick shaft. He tasted of his particular brand of spice and of a man—a
strong, virile man.

‘I need to taste you again.’ The words were a rush against her
eardrums. Bryn didn’t want to stop. She loved what she was doing for him, loved
the little groans and sighs she was drawing from him.

‘
Sh’mai
, please,’ he begged. Bryn didn’t know the meaning of
the word, but did as she was asked. She rose from her knees, her eyes still
fixed on his cock. He pulled her in the direction of the bed, laying her down
gently, her hips hanging off the side.

Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he buried his head in between
her thighs. There was no warming up. It was just his long tongue sweeping apart
her folds, sending little electric sparks shooting off in every direction. Her
hips jerked forward with every lap at her weeping heart. Korvain laughed and
planted his palm between her hip bones to keep her still.

It didn’t take long before a familiar ache had begun to build. Compared
to Korvain, she was a virtual stranger to the orgasm, but she had definitely
become acquainted with the early signs of release.

Her heart was beating faster and faster in her chest. She felt the
pressure beginning to bloom, and her hips lifted off the mattress again.
Korvain stopped what he was doing to look at her.