Page 100 of Seared Fates

“Fenrir.” There’s a proud smirk in his voice as, with his other hand at my waist, Vidar runs it around to stroke the small of my back. “For chaos and strength.”

His fingers slip under my T-shirt to the arch of my spine, just above my crack. He pushes his hips into mine, his hard length pressing against my stomach, and we both let out a moan.

“Jörmungandr.” Vidar hooks a finger up to my chin, tilting my face to meet his lips in a kiss that leaves me whining for more when he pulls back. “Eternity. Destiny. Facing a challenge and coming out the victor. Even if that victory isValhalla.”

My curious touch and desperate need to learn every contour of my mate’s body take me down his powerful forearms to reach his thick fingers. “These are runes, right?”

He hums low, the vibrations a wave that shakes my bones and makes my balls ache, my cockhead wet.

“TiwazandUruzon my sword arm, for victory and endurance.Isais for—.”

“Strength again, right?” The pads of my fingers find rough scars across his knuckles, and I bring his fist up to brush my lips across each one.

Vidar’s drawn-out moan is wild, the sonorous timbre making me picture Vidar in a bear skin, sword in hand and bloody from battle. I should be scared, but thrill pumps through my veins like adrenaline.

Vidar takes my chin and pulls me in for a hot, demanding kiss. But I draw back, a teasing grin tugging my lips up.

“Isa…” Vidar nips my jaw, “Is for unyielding focus.” He smirks. “I did have to listen to my people after all, and sometimes it was very boring.”

Laughter bursts from me, which soon turns into a groan when his palm slips down to my ass and squeezes.

“Ingwaz, for fertility.”

“A sex rune?” I ask playfully, breathless. My hips grinding up to seek friction against the rock of muscle that is Vidar’s body.

Vidar chuckles as he moves back a hair’s breadth, a teasing denial. “To ensure I had strong sons.”

I can’t stop touching him. My fingers run across his, my hand stroking his pec, enjoying the way he shivers when I play with his pierced nipples.

“You are…” Vidar trails off, his gaze piercing into mine. Without warning, he pulls my T-shirt off and drops it on the floor. “Stunning.” His hand glides down my neck, stroking down my chest. “So stunning…”

My nipples harden, and this time when I seek friction, Vidar’s hips roll with mine.

“I do not deserve you, little prince.”

Then, graceful and powerful as a stalking wolf, Vidar goes to his knees.

“Oh, fuck me,” I rush out, nearly choking on my spit. And if I had any blood left in my brain, it was now completely empty with the view of Vidar kneeling for me.

“Trust me, I plan to.”

“I…I mean…” I can’t hold onto a single thought, and my hands automatically rest on his large shoulders. “You don’t have to—” All the air in my lungs leaves me on a single exhale when his long fingers grab the waistband of my sweats.

Vidar looks up, a devilish spark in his eyes. “I don’t have to do what, Kai?”

Even if I could answer, my mouth has decided all it can do is hang open as Vidar slowly, torturously slowly, pulls down my sweats. Cool air hits my heated hips, the trail of brown hair leading to my groin and finally over my prick that springs free.

“I guess this is proof you bleach your hair,” Vidar chuckles.

Chest rising and falling rapidly, I gasp out the only intelligible words I can manage, “Holy shit.”

With one final tug, my sweats are at my ankles, and I nearly fall over myself kicking them away, as Vidar, who I only ever imagined would do this in my dreams, comes face to face with my hard shaft, a bead of white at my red cockhead.

“Actually, who am I to stop someone wanting to suck me off?” I joke, even though it comes out strangled and a little too high.

“Someone?” Vidar cocks an eyebrow, wrapping his large hand around me.

“You, oh God! Only you, Vidar.”