Valkyrie Slumbering (5 page)

The tip of my sword lowers a bit, more from shock than fatigue. “How long have you been watching?”

His smirk turns into a full out smile. “Long enough to know those breeches hug ye in all the right ways when ye fight.”

Flattery tickles at the edges of my anger. Careful of the sharp blade, I wipe my sword on my breeches and slam it into its sheath. “And what if I had needed help?”

Laugher rolls from him. He steps out of the pile of ash and brushes off the legs of his breeches. Such a casual act after we just risked our lives infuriates me, and though I don’t want to admit it, kind of excites me.

“Ye didn’t. Ye’re amazin’, faster and more agile than any warrior I’ve ever seen,” he says. The words flatter me more than I want to admit. Most men get angry once they realize I’m as good with a sword as they are, if not better. I can’t help but wonder if it’s his Alfhiem blood that makes Grím different, or if it’s just him.

My eyes meander from his smooth face down the length of his hard body, snagging on the swell of his groin. My nipples press hard against my leather bustier in response. Clearly the battle has excited him as much as it has me.

“Now you’re just trying to get my breeches off,” I tease.

In a few long strides, he closes the distance between us. His fingers tilt my chin up, cradling it with the gentlest of touches.

“Though I do hope the night ends that way, tis not why I said it. I mean it. Ye’re otherworldly when ye fight. Tis inspirin’,” he says, voice low, dropping lower with the last word. The tone stirs something deep inside me, for more reasons than one.

My eyes focus on his lips as he starts to lean down toward me. Thunder booms overhead, and we both freeze, eyes darting to our surroundings. Nothing more sinister than shadows lurk across the twilight enshrouded hills. At least, not that I can see.

“We should get back to the horses,” I say.

Much as I want to strip that leather armor from him piece by piece and mold myself into its place, now is not the time.

“We should,” he agrees.

Jogging as quickly as we can across the rocky landscape without twisting an ankle, we rush back.

The horses both stand where we left them tied to the line between the trees. Head drooping, eyes closed, the mare seems oblivious of the darkening skies and booming thunder. Standing opposite her, the stallion has one rear leg cocked in relaxation.

I laugh and shake my head. Silly as it seems now, I’m still glad we rushed back. At least now if we’re attacked by more than we can handle, we have the option of fleeing.

“Kyra, look,” Grím calls from off to my left.

He stands atop a hill just above our camp, stripping off his armor. The setting sun filters through the clouds, outlining his dark silhouette in brilliant orange. Something more than desire draws me toward him, something infinitely more powerful and disturbing. By the time I reach him, he’s pulling off his tunic. Light spills across the planes of his chest as he turns, hands working at the laces of his breeches. Steam curls lazily behind him. My steps quicken.

The last light of day reveals a pale blue pool no more than ten feet wide, surrounded by purple and white flowers that have closed their petals against the coming dark. The sweet scent of the flowers mixes with the tang of minerals in the pool, lending an almost pleasant taste to the air.

My eyes are drawn back to Grím as he begins to push his breeches down his hips. He moves slowly, as if he knows I’m watching, yet he doesn’t turn away. The sight of the deep v of muscles leading down to his groin makes me bite my bottom lip. Finally, his breeches are low enough that his cock springs free. It’s engorged but not hard enough yet to stand upright. Still, it reaches down his leg long enough that it would span from my palm to my fingertips. And oh how I ache to wrap my fingers around it, so much so that the longing is almost painful.

I drag my eyes back up to his face and find him smirking, bright blue eyes flashing as he turns away and steps toward the pool. The buckles and laces of my armor and clothing give my hasty fingers hell. Dropping armor, boots, and breeches as I walk, I make my way over the hill. Grím eases slowly into the steaming pool and turns to face me. He leans back, arms spreading out onto the bank as he watches me.

I pull my tunic off and drop it aside. For a moment I revel in the feel of the cool evening air upon my skin. My nipples harden at the touch of the wafting steam. Grím’s eyes widen as they take me in. Now it’s my turn to tease. Keeping my steps almost painfully slow, I walk around the edge of the pool, unbinding the plate from my hair as I do so. Once it’s free I shake out the long blond locks and run my fingers through them.

A low moan slips from Grím, the very sound of which makes me wet. “By Odin woman, ye look amazin’,” he says.

Picking my way through the flowers, I descend the hill. All the while I hold Grím’s hungry gaze. The cool ground sends shivers up through my feet but the wafting steam halts them before they can spread. Reaching out with a toe, I test the water. It balances just on the edge of warm and hot. In only two steps I’m up to my waist, enveloped in the wonderful warmth. I cross the pool slowly, enjoying the weight of his eyes. Moisture glistens on his smooth, hard chest and makes the blue knotwork tattoos look as though they’re glowing.

By the time I reach him, the water is deep enough that my breasts are floating. His eyes have snagged on them like a fisherman’s net. Pink flashes as his tongue darts out to trace his lips. The sight breaks the dam of reservations that remained inside me. My arms snake around his neck and I press my chest to his. The sensation of my nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his body makes the muscles between my legs clench almost painfully tight. Our eyes lock. Around his pupils is a starburst of different blue colors that mesmerize me. Only when they flutter closed am I able to look away.

His chin rises and our lips brush. Lightning dances across my mouth, kindling a fire. With a gentle push, his lips urge mine open and his tongue pushes into my mouth. Once I can get a hold of it, I pull it into my own mouth and suck on it. Grím moans. His arms slide around me, one going up to cup the back of my neck. Our bodies drift closer and I realize he’s sitting on a ledge. Putting a knee to either side of him, I straddle his lap. I lower myself until I feel the head of his cock against the folds of my sheath. It bounces at the contact, hard and eager. His arms tighten around me.

Gasping, he mutters something in Nordic. The deep, hungry tone of his voice sets my body to tingling. I throw my head back as he traces kisses down my neck. Shifting, I hover just over the head of his cock until the tip presses into me. Wet as I am, it’s no easy feat keeping him from slipping all the way in, but I manage. Rocking gently, I allow only the head to enter me again, and again. His kisses turn to gentle bites. His breathing grows ragged. The urge to sit down and take his full length into me is nearly overwhelming but I fight against it. For tonight, I have other plans.

His mouth closes over my right breast so suddenly that I nearly abandon myself to my desires. But no, I can’t. Hands gripping my butt, he shifts, preparing to thrust into me. Just before he can, I stand up.

“Sit on the bank,” I tell him.

One dark eyebrow rises and he smiles. “Goin to tease me to death?” he asks.

I return the smile. “Perhaps.”

Hands moving back to the bank, he lifts himself up and sits on the grass. The position puts that delicious looking cock right where I want it. Water drips from the smooth skin, making glistening trails around the head.

Starting at the base, I lick a line up the bottom side of his shaft all the way to the tip. It bounces in response. The sight makes my nipples harder. Grím shivers. I run my tongue all the way around the head of his cock, nipping at the pliable edges. Slowly, I suck just the head into my mouth. My tongue flicks around the edges, teasing the slit in the end. A moan that sounds almost painful in its intensity issues from him. Hearing it brings a warm gush from deep inside me.

Hands on his thighs, I draw back and look up at him. Eyes half closed, mouth agape, he’s caught in a euphoric web. Knowing I put him there makes me all the hotter. I reach to cup his balls but he flinches away and grabs my hand.

He shrugs. “Sorry, trust issues. Those are delicate after all.”

Smiling, I lean close enough that my breasts brush against his cock. The sensation is electric. “Then I shall handle them with the utmost delicacy,” I say.

He swallows hard and gives me a slow nod. I run a finger down the length of his cock, slowly approaching his sack. He flinches but doesn’t stop me this time. Gently, I trace my fingers around both balls. The bumpy texture shoots lines of pleasure straight to my core. Dipping down nearly neck deep in the water, I trace my tongue along the lines my fingers just made. A powerful shudder rips through Grím’s body.

“Oh Kyra,” he cries.

I cup one of his balls with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth as much as I can. Grím starts to protest but his words dissolve into a primal sound of pleasure. Massaging with my tongue, I explore every inch of one, then the other. Head thrown back, Grím has his arms braced out, hands digging into the grass. I’m not sure which effects me more, that he trusts me to touch him in such a way, or that I was able to bring him such pleasure by doing so.

Using feather light touches, I drag my lips up the length of his cock. The wet tip slides into my mouth. I go down on the length of him until he hits the back of my throat. Nearly a third of his cock doesn’t fit at this angle. The muscles between my legs convulse at the thought. But I can’t allow myself to get distracted. This isn’t about me, not tonight.

Keeping my lips tight around his shaft, I make another pass. The feel of his silky soft skin wrapped so tight around his hard shaft makes me moan. The sound causes my lips to vibrate against him. He echoes my moan. I slide up and down his shaft as far as I can, my tongue working at the tip with each stroke. His breathing quickens, as does mine. His hands slip into my hair, cradling my head. I cup his balls in one hand and wrap the other around the base of his cock. I squeeze and massage as I slide my mouth up and down faster and faster. His moans run together until they blend into one continuous sound. Changing the angle, I draw as much of him in as I can. After only two strokes, his hands cup my face, stopping me.

“Ye have to stop. I’m goin’ to cum,” he gasps.

I lick my lips then dart my tongue out to catch the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He cries out again. “That is the idea,” I say.

He shakes his head. “I want to be inside you.” His words, so deep and heavy with need, almost make me give in.

Steeling myself, I lock eyes with him. “Not this time. Tonight is all about you.” I throw his own words back at him.

As if in admit of defeat, he groans and leans back again. Grabbing my breasts, I kneel on the shelf in the pool. I can’t resist the urge to flick my fingers over my nipples as I press Grím’s cock between them.  He gasps and mutters something in Nordic again, a plea to Odin for release I think. My lips pull into a grin.

Squeezing tight, I slide my breasts down the length of his shaft then back up again. His breathing picks up with each stroke I make. Mine quickens to match his. My fingers work at my nipples as my hands press my breasts tighter against him. His cock grows impossibly harder, the tip swelling. I rock up and down over his shaft, moving faster. A cry tears from him as his seed spills onto my neck. Muscles low in my body convulse in response to his pleasure as I cum along with him.

The snarky comment on my tongue drowns in a wave of surprise. Never has bringing a man pleasure brought me to the brink and pushed me over as well. The implications of such a thing concern me.

Grím’s cock slides out from between my breasts as he eases himself back into the water before me. Those brilliant blue eyes of his are filled with so much more than sated desire. They are filled with
me
. He cradles my head in his hands and presses his lips to mine. Our tongues dance together languidly. Despite the cum that covers my chest, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me tight against him. When our mouths finally draw apart a smile beams across his face.

A long sigh eases from him. “I’ve never experienced anythin’ like that,” he says.

My eyebrows raise. “You’ve never had a woman go down on you?”

“I have. But not like that. I’ve never trusted anyone enough for that kind of abandonment,” he says in a voice soft with vulnerability.

Everything in me screams at me to pull away, to run from this man. I can’t afford to lose focus, and he is definitely affecting my focus. Yet my heart refuses to let my body listen to my mind. Instead of pulling away, I pull him down for a kiss.