Page 45 of The Magic of Vanaheim

“Are you still with me,dróttning?”

With some difficulty, Håkon blinked his eyes open.

“Yes—my lord.” The honorific tasted like warm mead on his tongue. Hadn’t Talvinen proven himself to be a just leader, a man who cared for his kingdom and his people? How Håkon wished he could’ve been his sworn warrior. He’d gladly trade places with Frekegar.

“Good.” Wrapping a slick hand around Håkon’s cock, Talvinen stroked him without haste, just like he’d done on their wedding night. “You know what’s next.”

Whimpering, Håkon nodded, face burning hot with arousal and shame. He would allow Talvinen to breach his body, to own him in the most intimate way. If he was honest with himself, he’d let Talvinen do whatever he wanted.

Abandoning his leaking cock, Talvinen slipped his fingers between Håkon’s cheeks and nudged against his entrance. The simple touch had sparks dancing along Håkon’s spine.

“Relax for me, littleJotunn. I won’t hurt you.”

Despite Talvinen’s promises, Håkon jumped and gasped as the first finger entered him. The intrusion wasn’t painful at all, but the mounting pressure felt strange. Talvinen’s gaze was focused on his every reaction, watching closely how Håkon twitched and moaned as he moved carefully inside him.

“How does it feel?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Håkon rolled his eyes, although he couldn’t help but find Talvinen’s incessant prattling downright endearing.

“Insolent,” Talvinen chastised, punctuating his statement by adding another finger.

Håkon moaned louder.

Leaning down, Talvinen blanketed him with his body. The hard ridges of the leather armor pressed into Håkon’s skin, trapping his cock against his belly. Another breathless sound escaped his lips, and Talvinen took advantage of it by plunging his tongue into Håkon’s opened mouth. Håkon’s thighs were pressed further apart, and Talvinen’s fingers slipped deeper inside him because of the slightly changed angle.

A wave of pure pleasure, bright and hot, engulfed Håkon. He whined and fought against the power holding him down, not sure if he wanted to get away or closer.

“Right there,” Talvinen hummed, pressing down on this white-hot spot with precision.

Heat gathering at the base of his spine, Håkon arched his back. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelminglygoodhe could do nothing but squirm helplessly, gasping along with each of Talvinen’s shallow thrusts.

What was wrong with him that Talvinen’s tongue owning his mouth and Talvinen’s fingers buried in his ass was the best thing he’d ever experienced?

Hand sneaking down between their bodies, Talvinen stroked Håkon’s cock in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Wait, don’t you want to—?”

Talvinen shut him up with a particularly vicious twist of his fingers. An undignified yelp slipped past Håkon’s lips, his body locking up in pleasure. He shuddered as he spilled his seed between their bodies before going soft and pliant under hishusband. He barely registered Talvinen retreating his fingers and lifting some of his weight off Håkon’s chest. Håkon was dizzy with a deep satisfaction, drunk on the gentle smile his husband offered him.

Sitting up, Talvinen opened his breeches to pull out his cock. Håkon couldn’t take his eyes away from him, how his cock stood out proudly from its nest of black hair, long and thick and flushed. Håkon was going to be so full when his husband was finally inside him.

He couldn’t wait.

But instead of making use of him, Talvinen started to stroke himself, looking at Håkon.

Didn’t he want Håkon, after all? The notion should be relieving, but it made dread settle in Håkon’s stomach.

“Fuck me.” He could hate himself for this later, but right now he couldn’t bear Talvinen’s rejection.

“Håkon?”

“Fuck me. Why won’t you—?”

Lips parting in shock, Talvinen leaned down to him.

“Why? Oh Håkon, you haven’t done this before, right?”

Was that why Talvinen wouldn’t take him? Of course, a Prince of theVanirwas looking for an experienced lover. But how was Håkon supposed to remedy this shortcoming if his husband wouldn’t touch him? Håkon felt as if the breath was squeezed out of his lungs.