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My grip on the back of his neck tightened. He wasn’t a small man, but his strength was no match for mine.

His tongue licked into my mouth, feverish and slick. God, he loved it when I manhandled him like that.

It didn’t take long for him to soften up around my fingers, rolling his hips so he was fucking himself on my hand.

“Yndling,” he moaned into the kiss, then added a string of Danish words I couldn’t translate but understood perfectly.

“Yesss,” I hissed as the shadows broke out of me to wrap around my beautiful man. “Yes, I am right here, Viking. Be a good slut and take my dick into that sweet ass of yours.”

Arne cursed, again in Danish, gathered some of the lube from between his cheeks and spread it on my dick. Then he tilted my length and let me slip into his hot body.

Twenty-nine

Arne

Igrowled at the earth shattering feeling of Max inside me.

I will never get used to how fucking good he feels.

Raven’s hand moved away from my neck to grip my ass, spreading my hole and grinding me down on his lap. The silky feathers covering nearly every inch of his body from the neck down whispered over my body hairs, sending goosebumps down my spine.

“Being in you is my favourite thing in the entire universe.” Max’s voice was a low rasp, his eyes alive with shadows. His strong fingers gripped my hair, drawing me closer to his face. “Nothing will ever change my feelings for you. I hope you knowthat, Viking.” He stressed every other word with a sharp buck of his hips.

“Good,” I grunted under his onslaught on my sore ass. “Because fucking same, Raven.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. I should have wanted to back away from the dangerous glint in his black eyes, but I didn’t. Where Max was concerned, I was Icarus, and he was my sun.

I would gladly take the fall if only I got to be close to him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, stopping to cup my cheek and bring our foreheads together.

“That you are stupid for risking your career to be with me.” Anger flared up in the dark eyes, his face revealing his feelings as if they were written across a billboard. “But,” I pressed on, needing to tell him now. “I’m so glad you are because I love you so fucking much, Raven.”

He inhaled sharply, his grip on my face tightening.

“You make me so happy.” My voice was barely a whisper in the semi-darkness of our room.

“You make me happy, too, Princess.” Max kissed the tip of my nose. “Remember that.”

“I’ll do my best but I can’t guarantee it if you keep screwing my brains out.”

He huffed at my words.

“You don’t agree?”

“I’m fairly confident your brain stays put.” His lazy smirk made my stomach swoop with excitement.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” I muttered, biting my lip to stop me from kissing him.

“I can’t understand why you allow me to keep doing it, then.”

“Who needs a brain when you can get dicked down by a hot bird dude?” I quipped. Max held my gaze for a moment, before cackling like a teenager over a dirty joke.

“Oh my God, Viking.” He rolled us around, urging his hips to mine. “Is that how you see me?” The voice dropped lower with each word and shadows broke out of his back, wrapping themselves around me. Hungry, that is what they were, and they hungrily touched every inch of my body.

“Fuck, Raven.” My whimpering drawl had nothing human to it either. It felt so good how they stroked my thighs, curled around my nuts, my dick, and my nipples. They were everywhere; they teased my hole, desperate to get inside me.

He took hold of my jaw, forcing my eyes on him, and my lips open. “Is that how you see me?” he repeated his question. The earth shook with that terrifyingly deep, snarling growl.