Page 47 of Hel Hath No Fury (The Immortals #1)

Wanting…needing her to orgasm again, he rubbed her swollen, throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, touching the proof of her virginity.

Her back bowed off his pallet, her heels dug into his back, and she pulled at his hair with such force Hopper knew he would be bald but couldn’t care as she came over and over into his mouth, her screams so loud he was sure all of Helheim knew of their Queen’s pleasure.

Needing to have every drop of her essence within him, he continued to lavish her with his tongue as her contractions slowed, her breathing returned to normal, and her body relaxed.

Hel took his breath away. Laying there like a goddess, his goddess, with her head thrown back, her lips seductively curved in lazy smile, and the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts, she was absolutely the most magnificent creature he’d ever seen.

Raising to his knees, he kissed his way up her body, nipped along her neck to her ear and whispered, “And now we become one, my love.”

Inch by mind-blowing inch, he slowly slid into her, stopping every little bit to let her body adjust to his size.

A feeling unlike any other filled the Omnipotent Being.

Nothing had ever felt so right…so perfect.

Finally reaching her maidenhead, Hopper stopped, laid his lips to hers and while pouring all the love and adoration he already felt for her into that one single kiss, he murmured into her mind, “I love you, Hel. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I always will.”

Pushing through, he continued their kiss, once again blown away by Hel’s strength as she barely winced at the intrusion.

Holding both he and his Mate completely still, rejoicing in the feel of her inner walls welcoming him, Hopper’s chest swelled with pride as she sighed in pleasure right along with him.

He felt her arousal building, her body needing more of what only he could give her and before he could move, Hel rolled her hips, and her inner muscles massaged him, pushed him, and forced him to move with her.

Her fingers, now on his on back, ran up and down his spine.

Her legs wound tight around his waist. He could feel her everywhere.

They were one as it was meant to be. Hopper's mind was blown at the perfection of the moment. The Omnipotent Being known as Hope was gutted, completely and irrevocably under his Mate’s spell, and he never wanted to be anywhere else.

Her free hand touched his face, as she continued her erotic dance. Hopper’s hips match her rhythm. Their hearts beat as one and to his complete surprise his goddess whispered, "Hold on, my love. I am about to show you how to fly without wings.”

Helpless but to do anything but follow his Mate wherever she led, Hopper met Hel’s hips as she wailed his name again and again.

Unable to control his passion any longer, spurred on by his goddess’s need as it flooded through their Mating Bond, he thrust in and out of her, creating a furious tempo that she met thrust for thrust.

Higher and higher their hunger grew, the need to be one so intense, so demanding, that for the first time in his very long life Hopper gave up total control.

He held nothing back. All that he had ever been, all that he was and all that he would ever be burst open Hel, and only her, from that moment forward, for all eternity.

They were one. No one and nothing, not even the All Father himself, could tear them apart.

Reaching between their bodies, his need for them to climax together overpowering, Hopper gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger at the same time that he gave one final thrust into her and together they roared their completion to the Heavens.

Moving together, loving one another as Fate and the Universe had always intended, they floated back to earth each more fulfilled than they had ever thought possible.

Rolling to his side, Hopper carefully laid Hel across his chest unwilling to be without the feel of her skin upon his for even a second. Propping her chin on her hand, she smiled at him and cooed, “I love you, Hope, and I always will, but I have one question.”

“Anything.” Smiling, he quickly teased, “Cause there will be no more secrets, not even if they have flaming red scales, a Welsh accent, and a quite lovely personality.”

“Oh, yeah, about that…”

“Not to worry, my love. Carys explained everything.”

“Well, that’s good, because she told me all about those half-dressed Amazonian Dragonesses right before I got all jealous, green-eyed, and crazy.”

“Ha! Thank the Goddess, we’ve got her.”

“Amen,” Hel chuckled. Then she schooled her features and asked, “What was that gun I saw you hand to Pat?”

“I honestly have no clue,” Hopper admitted. “All I am sure of is that your sister created it, and it has the biggest, most powerful Rainbow Stone of the Bifrost I have ever seen and a Volcanic Bloodstone powering it, and it was the reason none of us could access our full power.”

“Well, shit, do you think…?”

“Oh, no,” Hopper shook his head.

Sliding his hands under Hel’s arms, he pulled her up his body, loving the sparks of the electricity of their connection until they were face to face and lip to lip.

Kissing the tip of her nose, he winked, “I do not think Pat needs our help. We will not be leaving this bed for a very long time. We have a lot of time to make up for.” With a quick kiss to her lips, he added, “It’s my Cousin’s turn to play the hero. ”

“Oh, Hopper, I love the way you think,” Hel purred as her lips touched his. Then mentally, she added, “And he’s got Liv if he needs help.”

“He sure does,” Hopper gave a sexy chuckle. “Now, where were we?”

“You were loving me, and I was loving you right back.”

“Oh, yeah, ain’t happily ever after grand?”

Until we meet again…

Never give up on Hope and Love. I didn’t, and now I have my very own, and you can too.

XOXO, Hel Odinson Lokidottir Hope

(It has a nice ring, don’tcha think?)