Eye of the Beholder

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by Dana Marie Bell


  She was thrusting now, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Oh god.”

  “Close?”

  “Oh god.” She could feel it blossoming in her lower belly, tingling in her fingers and toes. She was so damn close she could taste it. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, doing everything she could to make herself come.

  He stood up, surprising her. He knelt between her spread knees, his tongue darting out to stroke her clit right alongside her fingers, and that was it, that was all she wrote as her orgasm broke over her in dark waves.

  When she opened her eyes he was once again standing, staring down at her out of sightless eyes, the fingers he’d fucked her with being slowly sucked clean. A spasm raced through her pussy at the sight of the bliss on his face.

  “You taste good too.” His grin was feral as he repositioned her on the bed, head on the pillows, legs spread wide. “I wonder how you feel.”

  She expected him to slide into her, his hot cock ramming home, but she was wrong. Oh so wrong.

  He began a slow, torturous exploration of her body that left her panting, breathless and wanting. He fanned his fingers over her quivering stomach. He glided down her arms, tickling the tips her fingers. Her feet were gently massaged. Up one leg and then down the other, never once touching her drenched pussy.

  “Roll over.”

  She blinked. He can still speak English? But she rolled over, not even thinking about the view of her ass he was getting.

  She needn’t have worried. He sighed happily as his fingers traced the soft globes. “You have the best ass.” She giggled as he leaned down on his arm, nipping with his teeth, his beard tickling her just enough to make her shiver. “Does that tickle?”

  “When do I get to play?” She was dying to get her hands on him.

  He draped himself over her, pressing her down into the mattress. His cock nudged at the lips of her pussy. “After I prove to you that you’re the only goddess I want to fuck.”

  Goddess? Wait. Didn’t Logan say something about—?

  But he did it again, he shut her brain down just like that. All it took was him sliding home inside her, his hard body still holding hers down. God, his cock felt so good, hard, warm and throbbing.

  He began a slow, torturous fuck, his hips moving as if he had all the time in the world. He would draw it out, letting her feel every ridge, every vein before gliding back in, the tip of his cock just nudging her cervix. “You like this? You like feeling me all over you, inside you, part of you?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  His beard stroked her cheek. He turned his head, his teeth nipping her shoulder. “Want more?”

  She reached behind her and dug her fingers into his hair, pulling it hard to let him know she meant business. “Make me come.”

  He grinned again, an animalistic growl pouring from his throat as he began shafting her in smooth, hard strokes. His hand burrowed beneath her, his fingers finding her clit and stroking it just the right way.

  She tried to buck back into him but his body held her down. All she could do was accept what he gave her. “Let me fuck you back.”

  “Later.”

  He sped up, damn near pistoning into her now. She wanted to come so badly she was groaning under him. The sensations were almost too much. “Tyr.”

  “Yes. Come, Jamie.”

  She tightened the walls of her pussy, intent on taking him with her.

  His rhythm stuttered, the smoothness gone as he fucked her wildly. “Gonna. Jamie.”

  His breathless cries were music to her ears. Then his fingers pinched her clit, stroking her hard, and all she could see were stars dancing behind her eyes as she came so hard she couldn’t even draw breath.

  He was right behind her, gasping out his own release, his light bathing them both until she could no longer see, only feel him above her, his body bowed as he spilled himself inside her.

  He collapsed next to her, his light dimming, the white mist slowly bleeding away until sleepy blue eyes smiled at her. “Love you.”

  She breathed a silent thank you as he kissed her gently. He loves me. She made sure to mouth the words back, knowing she’d given a piece of her soul into his keeping.

  Chapter Nine

  She was in bed with a naked Travis. He’d told her he loved her.

  And he was snoring.

  She tried to hold back the giggles as the God of Justice put freight trains to shame next to her. He shifted slightly and she lost any and all urges to giggle.

  He was rock hard, that thick, long shaft leaving a wet trail just below his belly button. From the look on his face it was one hell of a dream.

  He’d better be dreaming of me.

  She smirked and slid out of bed as quietly as possible. She brushed her teeth and went to the bathroom, careful to make sure the door was closed while she did it. For what she had in mind she didn’t want him awake.

  She peeked out of the bedroom door and sighed. Still asleep. She tiptoed across the carpet, sliding back into bed as gently as she could. Good. Now, my turn.

  She started by slowly teasing her fingers down his chest. He had a nice chest, lightly sprinkled with dark blond hairs, just enough to tickle the tips of her fingers. She plucked at one brown nipple, jerking back when he shifted and moaned softly.

  She waited until he’d settled back down before continuing her explorations. Long, strong legs tapered to large feet. She leaned down and licked the inside of his calf, her eyes glued to his face to watch for signs of wakefulness. His brow furrowed, but he remained still, his expression slowly smoothing back into sleep.

  When she licked the inside of his other thigh he hissed, his legs spreading.

  Very carefully she grasped his shaft in her hand. Mmm. Breakfast. Stifling another giggle at the thought of sausages—“I’m gonna be a good girl and clean off my plate”—she bent her head to his heavy ball sac. She darted out her tongue, tracing the wrinkled skin before moving to the joint between his thigh and his dick. She gave him a good, long lick there, earning a whimper and another restless movement. A drop of pre-come glistened at the head of his dick, and she desperately wanted to taste it.

  Not yet. He’d done his best to drive her insane last night, but this morning was all for him. She leaned over and sampled the other side between his thigh and his dick before pulling his balls into her mouth. She tongued them both, letting them roll around in her mouth before letting them go with gentle suction.

  She was startled when his hand landed on hers. “Like this,” he muttered breathlessly. He showed her what he liked, stroking her hand up and down his shaft, twisting it slightly. The look of painful bliss on his face was incredible.

  She drew his balls back into her mouth and he moaned, thrusting up against her chin. “Want my mouth?”

  His answer was to sit up against the headboard, grab the back of her head and guide her mouth to the crown of his cock. She didn’t mind at all, since that was her ultimate goal, to make him want so badly that he took what he wanted. She grinned as she sipped at the tip of his dick, sucking that drop of pre-come into her mouth and savoring it.

  “Yes, suck it, Jamie.”

  Boy, was he in for a surprise. Something she’d learned to do, and do very well too, was suck cock. Her ex had loved to have her go down on him, and she’d loved doing it. She knew it wasn’t something every woman got into it, but she got off on the way it made her partner feel. The sense that she held his pleasure in her hands and mouth was an aphrodisiac to her.

  But Travis… Holy fuck. Travis tasted like heaven. Salty sweet and oh so good. She took him as deep as she could, her nose touching his curls on the third stroke. Before long her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. His gasps of pleasure were music to her ears.

  “I do not want to know where you learned that.”

  The possessive growl in his voice, the way his hand curled into her hair, had her damn near purring. She began to bob up and down, taking him into her, stroking the underside of his shaft with h
er tongue. He guided her with his hand, watching her, that white mist once more slowly taking over the blue until he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

  When his hips began to move, when he began fucking into her mouth she slowed down, allowing him to set the pace. She wanted to taste him, wanted him to coat the back of her throat. She needed to know that she was the one who’d brought him that pleasure.

  He was moaning now, soft words in Norwegian and something else, something lyrical and beautiful. She caught the words “beautiful” and “suck it”, but the best one was “mine” just before he gasped and came. She took as much as she could but it had been a while and some got away from her to dribble down his shaft.

  His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her up his body so that he could kiss her hungrily. He tilted her back, laying her down on the bed, his mouth never leaving hers until she was settled, her legs spread wide by his hips.

  He pulled back from her mouth and began kissing his way down her body, stopping long enough at each breast to pay homage to her nipples. By the time he was done sucking and playing with them she was whimpering, begging him to fuck her.

  He shook his head, teasing her stomach with his beard. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

  With that he fastened his mouth on her pussy and began eating her with a single-minded intensity that had her fucking his face in no time. The sensations skyrocketing through her until her back arched and she came with a keening cry.

  He rolled them over again, his cock rock hard once more. He held her boneless, satisfied body in his arms and slid his cock into her still quivering pussy, ramming into her over and over again in a primal mating she’d never experienced before.

  She pushed back, her hands on his shoulders. Her body took over and she began to ride him, sliding up and down on his cock. The curls at the base of his cock brushed her clit over and over as she fucked him, her sensitive nipples dragging through the hairs on his chest until they were painfully sensitive.

  “That’s it, Jamie. Ride me, take me.” His hands guided her, held her up, but she barely felt it as he fucked her hard. And she fucked him just as hard, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together testament to the fact that she was claiming him just as thoroughly as he had claimed her.

  He was muttering again, part English, part Norwegian, part that lyrical language and she knew he was close. She tightened her muscles around his shaft, crying out his true name just as he began stroking her clit with his thumb.

  She came first, screeching, back arched, blinded by the fury of her orgasm as it washed over her. His cry quickly followed hers, his hand leaving her pussy and holding her hip as he emptied into her once more.

  She collapsed on top of him, his cock still twitching inside her. “Good morning,” she slurred.

  His shoulders shook. “Very much so.” He kissed the top of her head and cuddled her close, remaining inside her until his shaft had completely softened.

  She loved that just as much as she’d loved the hot, hard sex.

  Hell, she just loved him.

  Grimm stared at Detective Mancinelli, delight dancing in his veins. He had arrest warrants for both Val Grimm and Travis Yardley-Rudiger in his hands. Once he had them both behind bars he’d be able to set in motion the little accident he’d arranged for them both. He had everything planned.

  Now he just had to implement it.

  “When do you plan on serving those?” The suspicion highlighting her face only made her more beautiful to him. He had plans to see much more than suspicion there.

  Fear and awe would be a good start.

  “Today.” Grimm sighed. Soon… Soon everything would be back the way it should be. With a few additions, of course. But first things first. He eyed the detective. He had to eliminate the threat of Tyr and Vali. He needed Gungnir. He had to regain control of Idunn and her apples.

  He had to see to it that this time Baldur truly died. Too bad guns couldn’t fire mistletoe bullets. Wooden bullets basically ignited as they left the barrel of the gun, exploding into tiny shards, making them great for movies but lousy for killing people. He knew, he’d tried it. Petrified mistletoe didn’t work, either. It bounced off his pain-in-the-ass son’s hide just like everything else, because it was no longer mistletoe. Finding ways around that damn protection Frigg had wrapped around Baldur had become a full-time hobby. He’d even gone so far as to wonder what would happen if he shot the bastard into space. Had she gotten a god-damn promise not to hurt Baldur from vacuum?

  “Danny-boy.”

  He blinked, irritated as once again she snapped her fingers in his face. The urge to truly try and force his will on her was so strong he nearly gave into it.

  Not yet. He tamped it down, not surprised to see the startled look on her face. He smiled, allowing some of his will to slip its leash. “Sorry, long night. Are you in on the take-down or not?” He couldn’t wait to see the look on Tyr’s face when he and Vali got arrested for the murder of Oliver Grimm. And when they ran the DNA tests and proved that both Tyr and Vali had been there?

  Priceless. They couldn’t have made his job any easier if they’d tried.

  “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

  “Good.”

  “Has any of the testing come back on the crime scene evidence?”

  “Not just yet, but the lab promised today.” He hadn’t needed the results to get the warrant. If Toni wasn’t so resistant he’d lie to her to get her to believe him.

  Hmm. She could be the one person capable of screwing up my plans. He’d have to think about that, maybe come up with a way to neutralize her and make it look like Val had done it. They were more likely to find Val had committed his murder rather than Tyr, so why not pin one more on him? Pity, though. He had visions of enjoying himself between the good detective’s thighs.

  It had been a while since someone had fought him the way she did. It was a hell of a turn on.

  She was looking at him oddly. “Shouldn’t you have waited for those results? How did you get a warrant without them?”

  He shrugged. “The DA felt there was sufficient evidence for an arrest, and the judge agreed.”

  She shook her head. “The DA doesn’t usually jump the gun like that.”

  “What can I say? Prominent businessman, rich family, maybe the wife is putting pressure on them. Who knows?”

  “Mancinelli.”

  Toni turned at the sound of her name, that long dark hair swinging. Grimm wanted to reach out and touch it, see if it was as soft as it looked. “Yeah?”

  “Captain wants to see you and Solberg.”

  “Yeah, we’ll be there in a sec.” She turned to Grimm and made a face. “Probably about the arrest.”

  “Yeah, probably.” Grimm followed Mancinelli into the captain’s office, prepared to dazzle his boss with bullshit. He couldn’t afford any serious mistakes at this point.

  Once Tyr and Vali were behind bars, his plan could go into action. When he had Gungnir, everything else would fall into the palm of his hand.

  Travis was feeling extraordinarily good today. He’d thrown on a pair of pants, intent on making Jamie, who was still sleeping, breakfast in bed. He wasn’t a gourmet cook like Logan, but he knew how to make a mean French toast and fresh fruit breakfast. He gathered the bread, eggs, cinnamon and milk and put the frying pan down on the burner. Next he wanted to slice the fresh strawberries he’d put in a bowl earlier. He turned around to grab a bowl of fruit off the counter and saw her standing there, clad in nothing but that see through Vera Wang nightgown.

  “I’m hungry.”

  He actually gulped. Here he was, over a thousand years old, and he was gulping over the sight of a woman in a sheer nightgown.

  Not a woman. My woman.

  “So am I.” The bowl of fruit went back on the counter. The nightgown hit the floor. He had her spread out on the kitchen table before she could blink, feasting on the most delicious pussy it had ever been his privilege to taste. He held her hips do
wn and took her clit into his mouth, sucking it in, sipping at the folds, drawing her essence inside him. He’d never be able to get enough of her taste. Each of her moans, every one of her sighs belonged to him now. He took great pleasure in drawing them out.

  She shuddered below him, moaning, letting him know in the sweetest way that she’d come. With one last, loving lick he stood. He undid his jeans and slid his cock in the only place it ever wanted to be again, fucking her on the kitchen table and mentally thanking Logan for getting nice, sturdy wood.

  He took his time, moving slowly at first so that she’d be able to catch up to him. And, really, after the sex they’d had yesterday he had no problem taking it slowly this time. She’d practically drained him dry with her mouth, then ridden him so beautifully his head damn near exploded along with his balls.

  His thumb began a lazy stroking of her clit. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her hands dug into his shoulders and pulled him down to her. He allowed it, seeing the heat slowly building in her eyes.

  She offered him her breasts, and the world began to fade at the edges. All of her inner beauty opened before his eyes, her light shining from within nearly blinding him. He could see all of it now, every damn inch of her displayed before him. Her strength, her courage, her devotion to those she loved shone forth like a beacon to him. All of her, even the tiny, dark corners of her soul, was precious to him.

  She’s so beautiful. Her strength humbled him, her courage dazzled him, and her love?

  Her love made him whole again.

  He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him and desperately tried to hold it off, but he could sense the beginnings of hers and it damn near threw him over the edge. Determined to send her over first he balanced on his right arm and took her nipple between his teeth. He tugged at it the same time he strummed her clit with his fingers, throwing her into another orgasm. Her gasped shriek was music to his ears, her pussy spasming around his cock like a vise, pulling him into his own orgasm. He drained himself into her, wanting so much to be a part of her forever.

 

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