Page 19 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)

Loki’s line of questioning had my head swimming.

After he pushed to know about Chaos and Eli, I thought turning the tables on him was only fair.

However, he sounded like he was telling the truth.

I could admit to myself that it upset me when I thought of him with women, though it was stupid. He wasn’t a virgin, and neither was I.

Telling him what I wanted from my dream man had been hard. I knew I was unlikely to get it all, but if a guy had most of those traits, at least the essential ones, then I’d be blessed. As I mentioned them, I knew Loki had exhibited several. The others, I had no way of knowing.

He scooted closer until his hands were on my knees.

I’d lifted my head. His warmth penetrated the thin material of my yoga pants.

Those, along with a tank or T-shirt, were my preferred comfortable clothes at home.

If it were summer, it would be shorts and a tank or camisole. Loki stared intently into my eyes.

“What if I said there is a man who’ll treat you like Rage treats your mom and how Wrath acts toward Jalisa?

A man who’ll do anything for you, protect you no matter what.

A man who knows that he can love you unconditionally and wants you to do the same to him.

This man has no issue showing his feelings for you in front of others.

He has a house that he wants to share and make into a home, not just a place to sleep or get away from it all.

“He’d never abuse or degrade you. There would be no cheating.

He can provide a layer of comfort and security, so if you decide not to work anymore or only to work part-time to raise the family he’d love to have, there will be no money troubles.

This man would love for you to return those same things to him.

The consensus is he’s not too bad-looking.

And as for sexual satisfaction, he knows he can make your world catch fire if you put yourself in his hands in the bedroom. ”

While Loki spoke, I listened and soaked in his masculine beauty.

He was more than not bad-looking. He towered over most people, even other men.

His skin was sun-kissed but not ruddy or leathery.

From a distance, his eyes looked black, but when you got closer, you discovered they were a dark navy blue.

He had a beard and mustache like many of the bikers I knew.

He kept the sides and his mustache trimmed close, but the rest was lush, though not excessively long.

Full lips, a masculine nose, and full brows completed his handsome face.

Then, there was his hair. It was a dark brown.

The color wasn’t what made it so eye-catching.

It was how he had the sides and clear around the lower half of his head shaved down to barely any hair.

The top had been left long in the middle, long enough to braid it into two braids against his skull, which connected at the base of his head in a band.

Don’t get me started on his body. He was muscular, and I’d seen his arms and knew he had full sleeves tattooed on them.

Those arms made me wonder where else he had them.

When he was finished talking and I’d cataloged his many attributes, I was speechless for several moments. Finally, I cleared my throat to respond.

“If that man exists, show me. Call his ass and tell him to get over here. Why is he hiding?” I asked sassily.

“He wants to know if you have feelings for another man. You denied it for Eli. What about Chaos? Are you sexually attracted to him? Are the two of you involved?”

I was afraid to answer because I was terrified he would say he’d made the man up.

Yeah, I was fucked up, and a lot of it stemmed from my DD.

He had left me with a distrust of men. One I’d tried to work on over the years.

However, we couldn’t remain here like this all night.

I gathered my courage and answered him. Consequences to my heart be damned.