“As I’d hoped.” Hall’s smile sounded in his voice. “Let’s get her cleaned up.”
Avarr didn’t want to let her go, but she needed tending.
He let her down, and she frowned at him before staring wide-eyed.
“Y-you’re naked.”
He snorted. “How else are we to shift into our great beasts?”
“Through cloth and leather?” Hall smirked. “No. We’re as the goddess made. And now, let’s get you out of those clothes, hmm?”
They took off her tunic and skirt despite her protesting slaps and smacks. Weakened by her blood loss but still strong of will, she did her best to preserve her modesty. A stupid notion, to Avarr’s way of thinking. A woman who looked like a goddess should be worshipped as one.
Unable to stop himself, he stepped close and licked the wound on her right breast.
She froze, and he groaned and continued to lick until he found her nipple. Then he sucked the bud taut, caressing her with his tongue because he wanted to taste all of her.
“Oh…my…” She let out a breath and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder.
Hall chuckled. “Not a bad idea. That’s one way to clean her up.” He leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth.
Avarr felt her grip his shoulder as she melted into them. The sexual need built, and he worked hard to remind himself to take care of her first.
He reluctantly let her go at the same time Hall did.
The sexual frustration on her face satisfied him like nothing could.
“Yes.” He grinned. “That’s what we’ve been feeling for the last fifty years.”
“W-what?”
He’d never seen her so off balance before, and the small vulnerability made her so adorable. He wanted to eat her right up. “We’ve been wanting you for a very long time, Little Snow.”
Hall nodded. “Freya made us wait. No longer. Now it’s time.”
“The question is…are you ready?” Avarr asked.
Chapter Four
Ready? Was he out of his fucking mind? Eira’s entire body was like one giant nerve, sensitive and ready to burst. It didn’t help that both men looked at her like prey. Her breasts tingled, so tight and full she’d nearly orgasmed from their hot mouths.
One of them she’d have a hard time handling sexually. But both? She stared back at them, in lust with their healthy bodies, those long, thick cocks stiffly saluting her. The battle-cats stood close, not embarrassed or ashamed of their need. She wondered that she’d never seen this side of them before. It worried her because more than lust started to fog her brain. She held an affection for the stubborn pair, one she’d always had but never allowed herself to acknowledge.
To her utter shock, Avarr winked at her before turning to Hall and kissing him. He did one better and took Hall’s fat cock in hand and gripped him tight.
She wanted to fan herself. This experience was one out of her darkest fantasies. How many times had she imagined the pair fucking each other? Then turning to her to share?
When they stopped and turned back to her, waiting, she had to close her mouth. “Well? Why are you stopping?”
Hall grinned. “Into the water with you, Little Snow. Then maybe you can kiss our hurts and make them all better.”
“After we fuck you senseless, that is,” Avarr rumbled.
She wasn’t sure what to do with their new dominance. They’d never before done or said anything she might find aggressive. Except now Avarr admitted to intending to fuck her. And he and Hall had given their libido free rein to touch each other…in front of her.
So caught in desire, praying she hadn’t suffered a head wound and imagined all this, she had a hard time doing more than staring.
Avarr took one of her arms and Hall the other, and they helped her step down into the steaming pool of water.
She moaned as the water instantly washed the taint of Roman poison from her wounds. Avarr entered behind her and sat on what must have been a rock ledge under the water. He settled her over his lap, facing away from him. She felt his hot breath on her neck before he nipped her with teeth no longer sharp.
Hall stood in front of her, covered up to his waist in the hot spring. He ducked under the water and came up, slicking his hair back as he rose. The pose put his huge arms on prominent display, and she wanted badly to feel that strength under her fingertips. To pet him and stroke him until he moaned her name like a prayer.
Caught by the need in his gaze, she watched him draw closer, the battle-cat there behind his gaze. She found that beastly part of him beyond sexy.
“How do you feel, Little Snow?” he asked in a deep voice, his eyes pitch-black.
“She feels warm and soft to me,” Avarr added. “So good.” He shifted them so that her ass pressed back against his thick shaft. Then he rocked her, and she had to work to contain a moan.
“The water is healing you.” Hall nodded to her chest. “But I can help. There’s a reason we lick our own wounds.”
When he said lick, her entire body quivered with anticipation. Though she felt the water healing her, she wanted the powerful men caging her to show her what more they could do. Dear Freya, but Eira had never imagined sex with them might be this incredible, and they hadn’t done more than kiss her body.
Hall moved closer and cupped her breasts while keeping his gaze on hers. So deep, that stare. “So you find us worthy now?”
She gasped when he pinched her nipples because the heat streaking through her body went straight to her pussy. “Y-yes. I’m sorry, but I’m incapable of being with anyone who can’t best me.”
“Of course not. You’re Freya’s daughter.”
“And Odin’s, that big bastard,” Avarr added with a sigh. “Yes, sweet. Move a bit more forward.” He didn’t give her the chance but gripped her hips to scoot her forward then eased her back…over his cock, which was poised at the entrance to her sex.
“Avarr…” Hall warned, but he had a smirk on his lips.
“Gods, Hall. I can’t wait. I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“I’m right—” she’d started to say, tired of being ignored, until Avarr pulled her down over him. “Here.” He filled her completely.
She leaned back against him and closed her eyes, all too conscious of his cock inside her, of Hall’s hands over her breasts.
“That’s a sight.” Hall chuckled. “You can’t come yet, Avarr. Not until we’re both inside her.”
“Then hurry up.” He rocked, pumping that fat shaft and making her crazed.
She couldn’t budge him, his strength keeping hers firmly in check. Goddess knew, that set her off in a big way.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “You feel so good in me.”
“Wait until we’re both in you,” Hall murmured and drew her head up, lifting her chin.
She opened her eyes and saw him descend, and then he was kissing her, and she couldn’t help herself from riding Avarr, seeking release.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” Avarr kissed her shoulder, her back, her hair as Hall continued to ravage her mouth.
He pinched her nipples and sucked her tongue, fucking with his mouth the way Avarr did with his cock.
So full, she teetered on the verge of climax. If only Hall would lower one hand to her clit. One touch and she’d go off.
Instead, he pulled back. “Avarr, switch.”
“Hel’s breath. Fine.” Avarr eased her off him and swore while doing it, then allowed Hall to sit under her.
“Wait,” she said, panting. “Why are we stopping?”
Avarr grinned at her, but his mean smile did nothing to ease her nerves. “Stopping? Little Snow, we’re just getting started.”
Hall pulled her over him, and again, she was filled. He fit her perfectly. Then he shifted and urged a cry from her because he hit the spot inside her that Avarr had been priming.
“You’re so hot,” Hall whispered. “So tight around me.” He gripped her hips to guide her up and down over him then stopped. “Oh,
Avarr. I don’t know how you lasted so long without coming.”
“I know.”Avarr frowned. “But same rules apply. No coming. Not yet. Not until Eira is seen to.”
“You’re seeing to me now, aren’t you?” She pulled Avarr’s hand to her breast and groaned her pleasure when he squeezed. “Come on, Avarr. Kiss me.”
He shook his head. “Have you not learned you’re no longer in charge? We beasts of burden have made our claim.”
“Oh, man. You’re going to make me pay for that, aren’t you?” She secretly delighted in their notion of payback. Vengeance, justice, sexual games. She approved of all three. The feline sensibilities in her future lovers delighted her. These were the men she’d prayed lived behind those stoic demeanors, the passive guards.
The valkyrie in her needed power, a man—or men—who could best her. Mentally and physically, Eira had to have an equal or superior partner. She’d been bred to fight, but more, to win. Hall and Avarr could provide the challenge she desperately needed. And the satisfaction she’d sorely been lacking.
Avarr took her breath away with a kiss. Like Hall’s, but rougher. The big brute wanted her to feel him, so she nipped his tongue when he thrust it inside her. He moaned and squeezed her breasts. He pinched her nipples with more force than Hall had used, and the bite of pain had her gripping Hall’s cock with her muscles like a vise.
“By Odin’s lighting, do that again, whatever you just did. Avarr, her pussy fucking gripped me.” Hall panted and dragged his arms around her waist, wrapping her tightly.
“No coming yet. Unless it’s in her ass or mouth.”
“Why?” she whispered, lost in lust.
“The pussy’s mine the first time.”
“We did agree,” Hall rasped. “Fine. But then we need to finish this out of the water. I want to see her when she comes.”
“Yes.”
They talked about her as if she wasn’t present, but she couldn’t bring herself to care because tricky Avarr had lowered a hand to draw circles on her belly before those skilled fingers moved lower.
He’d just neared her clit when Hall bounced her hard over him.
“Fuck. Enough.” Hall pulled her off and stood before her. He lifted her out of the water, and he and Avarr studied her body.
“All healed. That water works wonders.” Avarr nodded.
“Yeah, all better,” she croaked, wishing she could stop trembling. Gods, she needed to come. Perilously close to jumping one of them and grinding against him for relief, she turned her frustration into anger. “If one of you doesn’t finish this, and quick, I’ll find someone else who—oomph.”
Hall lifted her over his shoulder and leaped from the pool, followed by Avarr. Before she could register what had happened, she found herself holding on for dear life to the furry back of a battle-cat as they raced to Folkvang on fleet feet.
They passed her friends and fellow warriors, all of whom stared at them in shock. Lowe managed a wave and a whistle, but then the cats whisked Eira past the others and into the wing where they shared quarters.
In the blink of an eye, Hall turned from battle-cat to man, and she fought to hold onto his waist as she slid to the floor.
Avarr caught her just as they entered their chamber and barred the door behind them. Then the brute tossed her onto a big bed and stood back with Hall, studying her.
She’d been waiting for this since she’d first seen them, truth be told. So to feel nervous made little sense. Eira wanted sex with both men. She desired them, and she liked them more than she should. They’d always treated Freya with not only respect, but love. Not in awe of their goddess, but justly reverent and affectionate. Everyone held them in such high regard, and she’d heard more than one well-pleasured female brag about how amazing they could be in bed.
Yet they looked at her not as a conquest, but as something much more. And to know they’d been lusting after her for as long as she’d been wanting them…
“Well?”
Avarr turned to Hall, whispered something, and Hall nodded.
“Eira, there’s something we need to clarify.” Hall crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes?”
“Avarr and I are in charge from now on.”
“Wait a minute.” She frowned. “In charge of what?”
“You,” Avarr growled and pounced.
She didn’t bother struggling because he had her pinned down before she could take her next breath. Such speed. She panted under him, her entire being vibrating with the need to have him and Hall.
“I can smell your need.” Avarr smiled. “Only Hall and I can satisfy you, Little Snow. Not with a battle. We’ve already won that.”
“Hey.” She didn’t like his sudden superiority complex, even as she admitted he wore conceit well.
He shifted down her body and rested his chin against her mound. “Have I told you how much I love this strip of hair guarding your woman’s parts? Your… pussy?”
He and Hall chuckled. “Our favorite word. We are cats, after all.” Hall walked around the bed before joining her on top of it, kneeling by her side and showcasing his huge cock. “Avarr’s going to eat you. And while he’s doing that, you’re going to get me nice and slick. With your tongue.”
Her mouth watered. “If I refuse?”
Avarr licked her, and she gave an embarrassing keen. Never dare a cat to prove the abilities of his tongue apparently.
“Exactly.” Hall held himself. He stroked his thumb over his slit, spreading the shine over his cockhead. “Now open up, Little Snow. Lick me the way Avarr licks you.”
Avarr went to work, and before she knew it, he had her in a rage of lust, so lost to anything but the desire for these two men. Hall knelt over her face and angled his cock down, so it was only natural to open her mouth and take him in. He pumped lightly, keeping his gaze on her face as she took no more than the tip of him between her lips.
At the angle, she could do no more, but then Avarr was adding his fingers, sucking the whole of her clit into his mouth. Teething her, licking, sucking.
She couldn’t hold back, and by the pained grimace on Hall’s face, he neared his end as well.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving a short burst of seed on her lips. “Hurry, Avarr. I’m nearly there,” he said, panting.
Avarr purred against her, and she lost it. She cried out as her orgasm laid waste to her body, miring her in a world of pleasure. It took her a moment to realize Avarr had released her from his mouth, only to see him staring down at her as Hall took his place, lapping her up, but soothing her instead of arousing her.
“Beautiful.” Avarr smiled. “And time for us to show you what it means to be claimed.”
Hall continued to taste her, trying to get himself under control. He’d nearly come in her mouth,, so lost in the sight of Eira pleasuring him. For so long he’d fantasized, but the reality far exceeded his imagination.
The taste of her… As a cat, he could differentiate the subtle nuance of Avarr’s feline fire over Eira’s lightning—her sexual power that was innately feminine. He found the combination of them both to be more drugging than Freya’s kiss.
Eira had come hard. But that wasn’t enough, for any of them. He rose and saw Avarr stroking her breasts, her belly, her face. Avarr paid careful attention to her mouth.
“Put yourself there,” Hall encouraged. “Her lips feel like silk around your cock.”
Avarr groaned and joined her on the bed. Hall rounded the pair to watch as Avarr lowered himself and Eira opened her mouth. She sucked his shaft, and Avarr’s obvious enjoyment eased Hall’s feline’s rumblings. Ever since he’d touched her, Hall’s cat wanted to mark her. To rake his claws down her smooth belly and see his ownership. That should have made little sense since he’d already marked Avarr.
Hall had wondered about Eira’s hold on him for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he considered he might be one of the lucky few to have more than one mate.
The question be
came whether she would she accept him and Avarr or bolt. Normally he’d court a potential mate. His bonding with Avarr had been a slow build, but once committed to sex, the joining had been instant. He had a feeling it would be the same with Eira because he didn’t think he could hold himself back from claiming her.
He moved to circle Avarr and pulled his lover back. He gripped Avarr’s cock, feeling the slick girth and riding the back of Avarr’s ass with his own erection.
“That is so sexy,” Eira moaned. “Yes, more, Hall. Kiss him. Jerk him off. I want to see him come on my belly.”
Avarr turned his head and kissed Hall before Hall could remind Eira he was in charge. Avarr had been pushed by the sly vixen, who put her hands over Hall’s to stimulate Avarr to new levels of need.
Avarr pumped, ramming through their fingers, and Hall knew if he didn’t soon put a halt to her mischief, Avarr would spill for sure.
He pulled his head back. “Gods. Eira, stop. I want you to climb on top of Avarr when he lies down. Now, sweet, we’re coming inside you. Both of us.”
She blinked up at him, and he thought for a moment she might be rethinking things. But then her smile grew wide. “Finally.” She scurried out of the way.
“Avarr, get on your back.”
Unfortunately, Avarr was caught in the lust he’d done his best to subdue for so long. “No.”
“Avarr, yes.” Hall leaned closer. “So that we can mate her, and you can fill her womb with seed, lover.”
Avarr trembled, his dick thick. “Yes, yes. Okay.” He hurriedly lay on his back, his eyes gone over to feline slits.
“That is so fucking hot,” Eira gushed and leaped on top of him.
Hall hurried to slather his cock with the unguent Avarr had once used on him. He had himself nice and slick, only to see Eira riding Avarr, his lover grunting with each thrust.
“My turn,” Hall said thickly. “Eira, hold. Bend closer to Avarr. I’m coming up your ass.”
“I haven’t done that in a while,” she warned. “And you’re both very big.”
“Yes. It will probably hurt.” He heard the little moan she tried to suppress and smiled. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Little Snow?”
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