Page 31 of The Magic of Vanaheim

“Come again?”

“It’s our duty. We have to—”

“Shove your duty up Bergelmir’s ass! I rule in Vanaheim and I won’t make you suffer.”

By the gods, why did the boy have to say it out loud? Why did he have to give Håkon a way out? This honorable attitude made him desire his husband even more. And as if to prove Håkon’s depravity, his cock twitched in Talvinen’s grip, wetness appearing at his tip. Of course, the boy noticed, brows furrowing adorably.

“What shall I do with you,dróttning? You’re giving me quite mixed signals.”

Groaning in frustration—because why couldn’t Talvinen just get it over with?—Håkon turned his head as far as he could and smashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss. They needed to consummate this blasted marriage if Håkon wanted to make sure Anya stayed safe and, for the first time in his life, his body had decided he wanted this.

“Hel,” Talvinen growled against his mouth, but thankfully started his movements again.

The touch was so delicious that it took mere seconds before Håkon was moaning again; the sound thankfully swallowed to some degree by Talvinen’s lips. Back arching, Håkon felt white-hot pleasure building from the base of his spine.

“Just like that,” Talvinen purred, abandoning ravishing Håkon’s mouth for a second. “So good. So beautiful.”

Writhing in Talvinen’s arms, Håkon was engulfed by pleasure. The exquisite feeling drowned everything out, all doubts and insecurities gone. Stars exploding behind his closed eyelids, Håkon came with a strangled wail.

He must’ve lost a few seconds because when his vision cleared again, he was on his back, Talvinen hovering above him. A few curls of his ink-black hair had fallen into his face, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, lending him an ethereal appearance. It was as if he was a king of old who had risen from his burial mound to walk among the mortals again.

Talvinen leaned down to kiss him deeply, and Håkon could feel the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against his thigh. Shuddering, Håkon tried to focus. They weren’t done yet. Allowing Håkon a little pleasure before he was going to be used had been courteous of his husband, but nothing more.

Breaking the kiss and pulling back a little, Talvinen regarded him with shining eyes.

“Are you all right?”

What was that supposed to mean?

“I’m good,” Håkon croaked. It was true. Still feeling almost drunk from the pleasure, his body hadn’t realized yet that he was going to be fucked soon. He should fear neither humiliation nor pain, anyway.

Talvinen smiled at him.

“Do you mind?” He took Håkon’s wrists in one hand again, placing them firmly above Håkon’s head. “You look so beautiful spread out for me, but just say a word and I’ll release you.”

Being trapped and held down sent a fresh jolt of excitement through Håkon’s veins. This was way too close to his darkest fantasies. He had tried to block out these abominable images for years, too ashamed to even entertain them in the privacy of his cot, but they were still vivid in his mind. Håkon had to bite back a moan.

“I don’t mind,” he managed with some difficulty.

Talvinen kissed him again.

“Good. You can change your mind, though. I won’t be mad.”

“You talk too much. Get it over with already.”

“So impatient. Can you hold still for me?” Talvinen emphasized his words by pressing down on Håkon’s wrists more firmly before releasing him.

“Sure,” Håkon rasped, although being told to hold still didn’t bode well. That could only mean pain awaited him.

“Good.”

Talvinen caressed Håkon’s arms and chest before his hands settled on the insides of Håkon’s thighs, pulling them firmly apart. Håkon felt vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, his body thrummed with excitement. How could his husband stand to look at him like this? Håkon closed his eyes.

“Hmm, you’re a mess,” Talvinen purred.

And why did he sound as if he’d slipped down Håkon’s body, his face almost level with his groin?

“So, how about I help you clean up a bit?”