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"Doctor Freyja, you may safely mount me now," he said, when she did not immediately do so.

"I can what?"

"You were trying to climb on top of me before. I am now wearing one of your condoms and I am ready for you. To keep you warm, like you want."

"I don't..." she spluttered.

"Doctor Freyja, you are wet for me, just like last night. I am just as ready for you. For all the fucking you want." He reached for her hand, and wrapped it around his sheathed cock. He half expected her to yank her hand away, as she had before, but this time, she did not.

"You really are...huge, aren't you?"

Odin smiled in the dark. "But you can take me."

She squirmed beneath the blankets beside him. Taking off her clothing? He hoped so.

A moment later, she – and the blankets – shifted to cover him. "This is just to keep warm," he heard her say.

Then she eased herself down upon his length and began to ride him. Tentatively at first, then harder and faster, so he took hold of her hips and matched her thrust for thrust, until she was gasping, moaning, then screaming his name (or the name she'd called him – he still hadn't bothered to correct her), not once, but over and over, until he thought she was spent.

"Are you warm enough now?" he asked, ready to help her lie down beside him.

"I want...more..." she said.

So he flipped her over instead, covering her body with his, but he didn't enter her again just yet.

"Tell me you want me," he said.

Frigg would never have said the words. But Freyja...she hesitated.

"We're just keeping warm," she said weakly.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her folds, rubbing that sensitive spot so she gasped.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

He knew what he wanted – to fuck her all night, and protect her every other moment he wasn't in her bed. But this was about her.

She swallowed. "I want you to fuck me. Hot and hard like last night."

He tried to take it slow, but the glorious tightness as she closed around him drove him wild. He pounded into her, as she cried and begged for more, until he roared her name at the peak of his own pleasure, then fucked her some more.

FOURTEEN

When Freyja's breathing slowed into sleep, he carefully withdrew and went outside to check on the storm. The blizzard still raged, so he headed back inside, hoping that by reading the maintenance manual, he might learn enough about this building to keep her warm without a fire.

For he could not fuck her every moment of the day and night, no matter how much he wanted to.

It was nearly morning, too. He should take his book for a walk around the building, matching the sections to the equipment they explained, until he actually understood it all.

Freyja would forgive him for not warming her all night, if he found a way to warm the whole building once more, he was sure of it.

And he needed to take the ravens some food, before he forgot, too, and hope they survived the blizzard. He'd promised, after all.

FIFTEEN

The second morning...no, afternoon...in a row, Freyja woke up alone. This time, she was definitely aching for him. She'd never liked rough sex before, but with him...he could pound her all night, and she'd still beg for more. Or climb on top of him and ride him...

God, she could barely believe she'd done that last night. He was her subordinate, for fuck's sake. A sexual harassment case just waiting to happen.