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“Oh my sweet Raven.”

Arne kissed my cheek. “It’s something to work on. I don’t want to hide you forever. Let’s make it through your first year and wait until you get a new contract. Okay?”

I knew he was right. We had discussed this at length before.

“It still sucks,” I muttered, knowing full well that I was being childish.

“It does,” Arne agreed. He pressed his cheek to my shoulder again, and his other hand dipped under the table, gentlysqueezing my cock. “But we will still have this holiday, and the time when we are alone. It’s not for long.”

“Okay.”

“As soon as you have signed your contract, I will barge into the room and sweep you into a kiss.”

I snorted, imagining Jerke’s confused expression. “That would be pretty epic.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Arne kept his hand on my dick, but sat up straight and took his fork again. “Finish your risotto. We need to leave before we get thrown out because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

We fell through the door of the cabin, kicking it shut behind us before we collapsed in a heap on the fluffy carpet.

The food had done nothing to soothe our appetites.

“God, I’ll be so sore after this holiday,” my boyfriend giggled as he raised himself up into a sitting position, straddling my hips, and started to take off his smart shirt. His hands moved slowly from button to button.

My boyfriend!

“Are you edging me?” I smirked up at him, grinding my hips up against his groin.

Arne ground back, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Maybe I will. I bet you would love that.”

“You’d love it, too.”

“Oh yes.” His smirk turned indulgent. “I would love to hear you beg for release.”

My breathing sped up as he unbuttoned his shirt at last, exposing his deep chest fuzzed with dark hair, the tiny buds of his nipples, and the lines of his abs.

“You look so lewd,” I told him in awe.

He’s so hot with his open shirt and dark slacks.

Without a word he threw me a teasing, pouting smile. My focus stayed on his face until it slipped away to follow his fingers. They trailed down his chest to his belt.

I gaped as if I had never seen him undress before.Screw me.Stripping your hockey gear or day clothes was different from this. My proper, well-mannered Viking, hard length tenting the fabric, was struggling with his zipper until… He finally freed himself from the confines of the trousers, his thick cock hard and already leaking precum over the head.

“Take your clothes off and then mine,” I told him. Arne’s immediate reaction was everything I wanted.

He hurried to strip, then undressed me with tender, shaking hands.

“You’re even more beautiful than when I first met you.” His voice was raspy and reverent.

“You think so?”

“God, Raven.” He gasped as he pushed my shirt up, his fingers moving across my stomach, mapping the newly formed washboard abs. He slid the shirt higher, cupping my pecs, and plumping them with a low groan. “You are so fucking hot, baby.”

I stared up at him, darkness at the edges of my consciousness. The Nachtkrapp had never reacted this strongly to anyone. Arousal had been tied to my human side, not tohim. With Arne, everything was different. He turned me feral.

Sitting up, I dragged his mouth on mine, and fished around for the bottle of lube. He gasped at the slight creaking of the cap and tried to look around.

No.