Page 44 of The Magic of Vanaheim
Talvinen chuckled, somehow managing to sound fond instead of mocking. “Who wouldn’t? You are my husband. The man I’ve dreamed of marrying since I was a boy. Why shouldn’t I do everything I can to please you?”
Lieslieslies.Eyes suddenly burning from the lack of sleep, Håkon had to avert his gaze.
“Then stop chattering and do what pleases me.” Norns, did he say that?
The soft exhale of Talvinen’s breath ghosted against Håkon’s cheek, and Håkon halfway expected his husband to turn away and finally ignore him. But instead, Talvinen grabbed his jaw and firmly guided him back to eye contact.
“You will tell me to stop if you get overwhelmed. You will tell me to stop if you dislike something. Youwilltell me if you’re in pain.”
“I can handle pain,” Håkon growled. Why were they still talking?
Faster than Håkon would ever have thought possible, Talvinen had woven a spell. The sheer power of it threw him flat on hisback, arms pinned above his head and legs parted invitingly. Talvinen’s hand closed around his throat, not choking but making Håkon feel utterly at his mercy.
“Yes, my lord,” Talvinen said.
“What?”
“The correct answer to my order is ‘Yes, my lord’. Shall we try again? You will tell me to stop if you get overwhelmed. You will tell me to stop if you dislike something. You will tell me if you’re in pain. Understood?”
Håkon’s lips parted, surprise and hot excitement making his body tingle all over. Talvinen tightened his grip ever so slightly, reminding Håkon that he was expected to answer.
“Yes, my lord.” Håkon closed his eyes, dazed and defeated and oh so eager to let Talvinen do whatever he wanted to him.
“Let’s see. What am I going to do with you?”
The deep purr of Talvinen’s voice caressed Håkon’s skin like warm honey. He had to bite his lips to keep himself from begging. Their chattering should’ve extinguished his desire, but Håkon found himself more aroused than ever, his cock straining against the soft fabric of his sleeping pants.
Releasing Håkon’s throat, Talvinen rose from the bed and chanted another spell.
“That’s how I prepared for the fight on the night of the raid,” he whispered.
Transfixed, Håkon watched as the leather armor attached itself to Talvinen’s body, hugging his broad shoulders and strangely making him look even taller. Håkon wondered how Talvinen managed to shift between the persona of a bubbly boy to this god of war and magic at will. He almost swallowed his tongue when Talvinen’s bracers and soft leather gloves fastened themselves. This was far too close to his forbidden dreams.
“Like what you see?”
Håkon had to clear his throat, unable to answer right away. He wanted to retort something teasing to show Talvinen he wasn’t taking him seriously. “Like this, you could pass as a warrior of my people,” was what slipped past his lips. Panic rose in Håkon’s chest. Why couldn’t he think properly around Talvinen? He could only hope that theVanrwouldn’t understand the meaning of the compliment.
“Thank you,dróttning,” Talvinen said, voice deep and serious. “Now, let me take care of you.”
With only a wave of his hand, not even needing a proper spell, Talvinen made Håkon’s sleeping pants disappear. The intricacies ofseiðrwere beyond Håkon, but he was pretty sure only a truly powerful sorcerer could bend the fabric of the worlds to his will without even uttering a word. It almost seemed like he could feel Talvinen’s power dancing across his skin.
“Close your eyes. You’ve fought so hard, now it’s time to relax. Let me take care of you.”
Exhaling a shuddering breath, Håkon complied. The bed dipped as Talvinen sat down next to him again.
“You look utterly gorgeous spread out just for me.”
Håkon flinched as Talvinen’s gloved hands brushed down his arms to rest against his pecs.
“Don’t worry, pain can increase desire, but we won’t try that now. Nothing but pleasure awaits you.”
It was foolish to trust Talvinen’s words, but Håkon’s body had no such qualms. His muscles loosened, and he bared his throat, sinking deeper into the cushions.
“There you go. Surrender. You’re doing very well.”
Taking his time, Talvinen continued to caress and massage Håkon, and to his utter embarrassment, Håkon arched into the touch. The feeling of the soft leather against his skin was delicious. Talvinen circled his nipples, then brushed along his sides and dug his fingers into the soft meat at the inside ofHåkon’s thighs. How could this feel so good? Talvinen wasn’t even touching his cock.
Håkon sank into a dreamlike state. If he thought the touch of the leather had felt blissful, the feel of Talvinen’s bare hands working a richly scented oil into his skin was heady. Håkon writhed under his touch, straining uselessly against the magic that held him in place. It should irk him that he was tied down, helpless even, but in fact, it was liberating. The restraints allowed him to savor the moment without worrying if he should put a stop to this.