Norse Fire_A Fantasy Romance filled with Norse Gods, Valkyries and Druids

by S Lawrence

  I force myself to stay reclined on the couch, waiting. Sean steps back, and when he looks at me, it is with wolf eyes. They are still the emerald they always have been, but the beast looks out.

  He stalks to stand in front of me, chest heaving with desire. "She needs you right now, not me. Slow. Make love to her. Make her love us. Make her crave us. Then I can fuck her, and she will love that as well." He grits his teeth, desperate for control. I start to argue, but he shakes his head. "I'm going to go patrol. I've got first watch."

  "Sean?" Her voice is laced with a hint of hurt. She gets up and walks back towards the kitchen.

  He glances over his shoulder at her. "I...the beast... no control." He strides out the doors, opening at the wave of her hand. She leans against the bar and looks at me with trepidation. I love him, but he just made this harder for me.

  Sighing, I look at the fire. "I could really use a hot shower."

  "No shower, I'm afraid." I look up at her, about to respond. "But… I do have a hot spring pool in my room. I like to soak after the battlefield." Her cheeks color as I run my gaze over her. "I don't know how to do this," she confesses.

  "This?" I murmur as I rise and start a freeze frame to her. My cat is stalking our prey.

  "This." She points at the door before waving between us.

  "The question isn't if ye know how, it is if ye want to." Her chest starts to rise and fall faster. Oh yes… She wants to.

  One more step and I'm in front of her; I cage her with my arms. "His is yin and I am yang. Two side of the same coin. What he thinks he lacks, I provide, and the same is true for me. I won't lie to ye. We have done this." Jealousy flares in her gray eyes and lightning hits the ground outside, a howl fills the night air. "Never with our hearts though, Mo shíorghrá." I soothe her; it is eternal after all. I trail my fingers down her arm, watching her shiver at my touch, before linking our hands.

  "Take me to the pool. I'm stiff from all the nights on the ground while getting here." Not really, but it spurs her into action.

  She leads me to her room. It is beautiful. A glass wall faces the rest of the mountain range. The room is humid, like Aislin and Emma's beloved home. A huge bed sits out in the center facing the windows. She might not have ever planned on this, but the bed looks as if it were made for the three of us. Black sheets, white fur cover with blood red pillows are spread over it. She looks at me as I stare at the bed, and I smile, praying it isn't feral. She continues to the pool, and I purr at the roll of her hips. She is relaxing, and I doubt she even realizes what she is doing. She stops at the edge and looks down. The steam is rising out of the water, and I release her hand. I squat, dipping my hand in, assessing. It is hot but will feel wonderful. Straightening, I turn as I pull my shirt over my head, watching her closely. She reaches out and traces over the tattoo on my chest. Letting the shirt drop, I move my hands to the waist of my pants and pause, watching her eyes widen for a moment before her lids turn heavy with lust. I unbutton and slide the zipper down slow, giving her time to look away or leave, but she doesn't. My dick springs free as I push them down. I'm so hard, have been hard since we found her. Her eyes widen again, making me stand a little taller, failing at not loving the look of hunger in her eyes. I had taken my boots off on the couch; thank God that's out of the way. Letting them fall, I step out of the pants and stand before her for a moment. Turning, I step into the pool. She sucks in a breath as the tattoos on my back become visible. I wonder if she spotted the heart with the wings. It is one I designed myself. My own take on the Claddagh, the band of the 'ring' are the wings that hold the heart. I shake my head, fucking destiny. Sean has a wing tattoo also; we both got them years ago. I slide down and leave my back to her, hoping she saw it and her eyes on it.

  "You going to join me?"

  I wait to hear her reply or the rustle of her clothes. Neither reach my ears, and I'm about to turn when she draws a deep breath and I grin. Her shirt hits the ground, and I can't help myself, can't fight my desire to see her. I turn in the water and let my eyes roam over her pale skin. She isn't wearing a bra, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her breasts. I glance down at my hands, and they are curved, imagining them filled with her flesh. They are small, just a handful, perfect, and her nipples are a pale pink. My mouth is now watering, wanting a taste. I drag my eyes to her face and I love the confidence there. Her fingers run between those perfect breast and slide lower, over her flat stomach, stopping at the top button of those painted on leather pants.

  So, it's going to be like that. I smile and I know it's feral this time. Her breath hitches at the promise stamped on my face. She undoes the first button and moves to the next, undoing it, watching me the entire time. The muscles in my legs bunch as I force myself to remain still, waiting for her, letting her have this moment, letting her desire build with her actions. Eyes still locked on my face, she bends over at the waist and slides the buttery soft leather to her feet. No panties, fuck me. She straightens and steps out, slinging them to the side. She has one moment of shyness as she stands before me but she doesn't cover herself. Just stands waiting for my judgement.

  "You're so fucking beautiful, you take my breath away and test my control."

  "Maybe I don't want you in control," she replies with confidence.

  I growl at her words and hold my hand out to her. "I want to go slow. I want to lose myself in you. Devour you while savouring you a the same time. I want to hear your pants, moans, and screams echo off the walls."

  Her skin flushes and her nipples peak at my words. Her hand reaches out, and she places it in mine and lets me draw her into the water and to me. She stops as she brushes against me. Slow. Slow. Slow. Make her love us. Make her crave us. Sean's words play through my head. I wish he understood he was the one that made women crave us. I lock eyes with her. I plan to make her addicted to us, till she can't live without either of us. Her scent and sounds will draw him back to us.

  "What do you want, Raven?" I murmur, as I lick up the side of her neck. Her hands come up to my head, nails scratching over the shaved sides and her fingers burying in the long top.

  She tightens her hold before pulling my face up. Our lips brush together as she whispers, "Everything."

  My control snaps. My hands are on her ass in seconds, and I lift her. She wraps her legs around me as my fingertips dig into the softness of her. I carry her to the edge of the pool and lay her back on the cool stone. Goosebumps cover her heated flesh. As she rises on her elbows, a towel appears under her, and I don't know if she did it or I did. She smiles down at me, as I push her legs apart. My breath catches at the sight of her. Snowy white hair covers her mound, trimmed short, and the pale pinkness of her pussy peeks through it. It is the color of cotton candy, and I plan to eat my fill. I want a sugar high.

  She watches me through her lashes as I lower my head, my fingers still digging into her hips. I blow a warm breath over her, and she twitches. I roll my eyes up and watch her face as my tongue comes out and licks slowly over her wet mound. The first taste of her hits my senses, and I close my eyes as her head falls back and the breath she had been holding rushes from her lungs. Her taste reminds me of snow, lightning, and a hint of spice. I don't know how else to describe it. I know with that one taste, I'm an addict. I fall on her like a man starved. I lick and lick, lapping the cream that runs so freely from her body. My hands lock her body in place, refusing to let her move away from me. I'm lost in her. It is her chanting my name that pulls me from my single minded destruction of her. Sweat coats her body as she trembles. She chants my name, and the sound of it on her tongue does something to my soul.

  "Michael, I can't," she moans as I feel her body tightening. I thrust my tongue into her over and over, before sliding it up over her throbbing nub. She comes apart, and I watch as those glorious black wings release, flaring out behind her. Lightning cuts through the sky outside the windows, and her scream echoes. Still, I push her higher, continuing to lap at her. She is twitching, and she pants, "Oh my Go
d, your tongue." I realize, in my frenzy, the cat came forward a little, one last lap, and I move up her body, licking and biting my way out of the water and to her breasts. I force the beast under control. Drawing her taut nipple into my mouth, I suck hard as my hand works the other, fingers pinching the hardened nub. I push her to the edge of pain and watch as the wings rise more. Sean is going to fucking love that. Her fingers spear through my hair, pulling it hard and trying to bring my mouth to hers. I pause and just stare at her face, drink in the ecstasy I see stamped there, then I let her pull me to her. She crashes into my lips. I taste the iron of my blood and I revel in it. Revel in her loss of control. Her heels push at my ass, urging me to her entrance. Still, she kisses me, even as she twitches under me at the first caress of my cock as I slide it slowly across her wet folds.

  Chapter 38

  RAVEN

  I am lost, cast out into the universe. I devour his mouth, tasting myself there. Tasting his hunger and need. My hands are in his hair and legs wrapped around him, locking him to me. Rotating my hips, I urge him to fill me, to ease this burning need that drives me. He is slow, rocking over me. I am no longer Raven, I am desire. My wings flutter slightly behind me. I break the kiss only to beg. Beg him for more. His eyes lock onto mine and the blue is no longer cool. Instead, they are the blue of the hot flames that burn me. "Please." I don't beg and yet, here I am begging for him. I don't know if it's the word or whatever he sees in my eyes that causes the sudden change. Pushing up, he towers over me. He has me in his arms so quickly. Standing to step out of the water, he strides to the bed. Gently, he places me on the fur and stands staring down, his eyes roving over me. I wait, mouth watering at the sight of his engorged member; it is beautiful. Do women describe dicks as beautiful? If not, they should. I shiver, imagining it filling me up. I let my eyes travel up over the flexing muscles of his stomach. I finally reach his eyes, and they are shining brighter. Holding my hand up, I beckon him to me. My tongue licks over my lips, and that small action snaps his control. He is on me in a second.

  His lips are gentle on mine. I'm thrown off balance by the shift. He licks at them, and I open, expecting him to delve deeper, but he waits. I feel him at my entrance. He locks his gaze on my face, and I hold my breath. That breath rushes out in a gasp as he slides into me, slowly filling me. I try to push my hips up to hurry, but he holds me still, forcing me to savor the action. My nerve endings are on fire. He pushes forward at this slow agonizing pace until he is seated completed, unable to go any further. He drops his forehead to mine, and I realize his control is about to snap. Good. I roll my hips and tighten my inner muscles, milking him.

  "Hold still, woman. I want to savor this," he growls, as his fingers clamp down on my hip, trying to force my compliance.

  "I want you to fuck me," I growl as I bite his ear lobe, running my nails down his back.

  His teeth lock on the side of my neck, and I shiver. "Damn it, Raven. I'm not just going to fuck you. I'm going to bind you to me, imprint myself onto you. Make you mine forever."

  I sigh at his words. "Yes. Now move, Michael. Please." It's his name that does it. His name whispered against his neck. He hears the things I can't yet say in it. He still moves slow, pulling completely out and then sliding all the way back in, over and over. He does a slow grind as he fills me, rubbing over my clit. My breath quickens, and I hear a roaring in my ears. On and on he goes, all the while, his hands roam over me, his mouth on my nipples. He drives me higher, letting me teeter on the edge of ecstasy. He talks words of love and lust. Sweet and dirty.

  I hear my voice but can't understand the sounds, or it might be words. It starts in my toes, a burning that soon engulfs me. "Oh God, Michael."

  He shifts and starts pounding into me, holding me still. Stars burst across my vision as I scream. I come apart. My chest heaves as I cling to him, trusting him to keep me safe. My wings are flared out, and I watch as a feather glides down towards us. Still, he draws in and out over my sensitive flesh, his skin covered with sweat. His hands come up and lock into my hair, and he pulls my mouth to his. I swallow his groan as I feel him fill me.

  His body tenses, and he throws his head back. A very animal like sound bursts from his throat, and I feel the prick of cat claws at my hips as his beast pushes forward. He looks back down at me with the most beautiful icy blue feline eyes. Those eyes never leave mine as he bends toward me. I feel the roughened tongue slide over my cheek and I smile at him, accepting all of him. He smiles back, and it is feral, long fangs curving out from his lips. The next instant, they slide into the curve of my shoulder as his hand in my hair holds my head to the side, allowing him access. Our magic turns the pain to pleasure, and I come again.

  I'm floating out in the universe when I hear his urgent call. I turn my head and see his worried gaze. "What's wrong?"

  "Ach, thank God. I thought I hurt you. Jazus, Mo shíorghrá, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know." His eyes are anguished as he speaks, and I raise my hand to his face.

  "I loved it. Didn't you feel it through our bond? I'm mated to you both." His relief washes over me. "Your cat likes me very much indeed."

  He rains kisses over my face, but it is the cat's rough tongue that licks over the wound at my neck. A wound that is healing. I don't think he realizes he's purring but I'm in love with that sound. I pull his head up and bring his lips to mine, kissing him slowly. He rolls us over, and I lay on top of him, curling my wings around us. Sleep takes me swiftly. My last thought is, I don't just love the purr that is vibrating through me, but I love this man. It happened in Scotland the night I first saw them.

  The fur tickles as it slides off me, and I groan. I'm not a morning person. I slide my hand out, trying to find Michael's warmth.

  "He's gone on patrol." Sean deep voice washes over me. I'm on my stomach, naked, the fur slips farther down and I hold my breath unsure of what I should do. "I heard ye last night. Heard your screams for him." A growl rumbles through the room.

  "I heard your howls, your call to me," I murmur.

  "I'm not like Michael." He says it like a warning. I feel my pussy clench in response. I've known they were different from the moment I met them. Sean always called to my Valkyrie side, the side that revels in war.

  The bed dips as he kneels on it. A single finger traces over my tattoo, and I feel my wings shiver. He pulls the fur the rest of the way off of me, and I am bare to his gaze. My body vibrates under his intense gaze, until his finger traces the feathers of my tattoo. "I have dreamt of the things I will do to you." Moisture drips out of me at his rumbled words. "Michael makes love. I fuck." My body shivers at the words whispered by my ear. I start to turn but his hand smacks my ass, hard. "Doona move." I freeze in shock, both at the smack and the lust that is rolling through me. Two sides. The thought barrels through my brain. "We will be doing this my way. But ye will love it, I promise, mo leannan."

  I will gladly be his lover. I will take everything he offers. His other knee slides between my legs, pushing them apart. "Already fucking wet," he growls. His hands slide up my sides until they reach my hands, pulling them up above my head. "Keep these here." It is a command, and I grip the sheets, holding on. "Good girl." His breath is warm at my ear. The heat from his body is at my cool back. He sits back, and I squirm under his intense gaze. One hand squeezes my ass, kneading the redness from his hand. I look back at him, getting my first look at his body. My heart pounds; he is glorious. His body broader than Michael's lean form. My eyes travel down and stop at his cock. Sweet mother of God, it's big. Not long like Michael, but thick. I imagine it stretching and filling me. Something must have shown on my face, because his chuckle fills the air. My eyes fly to his, and what I see there makes my body flush with heat. He leans over me, not touching just hovering above, and presses his lips to mine. Surprised at the gentleness, I was expecting to be devoured.

  "Not yet, love. Not yet. Soon." A promise as he pulls back. I bury my face as I cry out in need. His tongue slides over my tattoo as he trac
es it. My body melts. I go boneless, eyes slipping closed as I'm lost in the sensations. Another slap to my ass startles me, and I gasp as heat pours through my body. He pulls a pillow forward, lifting my hips, sliding it under. I bite my lip at the vulnerable position. I peek back as I feel his heat leave me. He moves back and stares at my pussy. I feel moisture run down the lips. My heart pounds at the wild hunger stamps in his emerald eyes. The desire etched into his face causes me to shiver, and his eyes turn to mine as he slowly leans down.

  Chapter 39

  SEAN

  Beautiful. Pink. I can smell her desire. I see her juices drip from her and I clench my jaw. The wolf is riding me as hard as I plan to ride her. But first I will feast. I feel starved. Night after night, my dreams have been filled with these images. Her on her knees as I pound into her. Her hair wrapped in my fist. I see the claw marks at her hips, and it makes me harder, knowing she can take everything I plan to do. My control is shredded after last night. I lean in, watching her body tremble. I know all of Michael's tricks. There will be no gentle from me.

  I pause, letting the tension stretch, looking at my handprint on her pale skin. "Remember, keep still," I growl, and she whimpers. I bite at that red mark, causing another layer of pain. She locks her muscles, fighting her instinct to do what I ordered. I like that. I will reward us both.