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“We shouldn’t,” I whisper, wanting to reach up and ruffle his long, coal-colored hair. But it would be cheating. I know I could never do that to someone I loved. Loved?
It feels almost as if what he’s saying is true, and my subconscious agrees with him. I turn and cock my head to the side, leaving my neck open for him to do whatever he wants to.
“You’re right, we shouldn't. But…” He leans in closer, inhaling the scent from my collarbone.
Shit. I want to. I want him more than anything. The passion in his sultry gaze and the gentle way he uses his pinky to move a strand of hair out of my face make me forget all about Tyr. I close my eyes and stand on my tiptoes, feeling his breath on my ear. His day-old stubble tickles my cheek, teasing my skin. I lower my chin, about to shy away, but quickly lift it back towards his face to meet his lips in a tender kiss. I place one hand on his side, tugging at his shirt to pull him even closer to me. He returns the favor by bringing both his hands to wrap around my neck and ears, kissing me fiercely. My hand makes its way up between his arms to play with his hair, tangling my fingers in the long strands. I want him to explore all the other parts of my body. He hoists me up onto the counter, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Neither of us pulls away from the longest, most sensual kiss I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know that my lips could move the way they are. My vocal cords, having a mind of their own, let out a rather sexual moan.
Alek’s hands snake under my shirt and up my back, taking my moans as a yes and carefully undoing the clasp to my bra. He drags the straps down my arms as I help him finish taking it off. He rubs his thumbs across my nipples over the plush fabric of my t-shirt until they are erect. I moan into his mouth as I undo his belt and tug it through the loops of his pants aggressively. The first time we break our kiss is to remove each others’ shirts and pants. He glances at my tits as I lean back on the counter and elevate my ass to pull my yoga pants off. I stare at his muscles and inked skin before going back in for another deep and never-ending kiss.
I feel him fiddling with the lace trim of my panties before jerking them off to reveal my dripping wet pussy. He’s already rock hard when I push his pants down below his ass. I lean back down on the counter as he squats slightly and nuzzles his face between my legs. Using his tongue, he cleans me up. I feel pressure on my hips and thighs as he pulls his face even closer to me, leaving barely any room to breathe. Our arms never stop moving or caressing each other's bodies as he stands. He clutches my leg, forcing it to rest on his hip. Alek plunges his cock deep inside me, making me squeeze my eyes shut even harder and gasp. I hold onto his body for dear life as I attempt to move closer, going in for another taste of him. Alek cusses against my open mouth as he proceeds to fuck me slowly and deeply, taking his time.
“Wake up for me, Nova. It’s time to wake up.”
I sit at attention, shocked at what my mind just played in my head. Panting and sweaty, all I can do is touch myself. My pussy is soaked. My fingers stroke over my clit, making me hyper-aware of how horny I truly am. Then I look over and see the outline of Tyr's body under my sheet.
What the fuck? Now I’m imagining things about them? Imagining the way Alek's large fingers will fit perfectly inside of me? Will he be able to fit all of them inside me like Tyr can? I am dripping. Ahh the bliss. Shit… Maybe I should go see my therapist again.
And soon.
I look at my phone and see that it’s almost four a.m. on Saturday morning. I won’t be able to wait two whole days before talking to someone about this, so I do the next best thing.
Nova: Hey Aims. Sorry it’s so early but is there any way we can grab lunch or coffee or something today? I really need to talk.
I put my phone back on my nightstand and settle back on my pillow to wait for the morning. I don’t want to fall asleep. I’m afraid of what else my brain will conjure up. Afraid that I will enjoy it more than what I feel with Tyr.
Chocolate Lips
I sit in my gaming chair next to Marcus. It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen Nova. Five long and unyielding days have passed. For some reason, she is all I can think about. From her grey eyes to her long black hair, even the way she smells; like vanilla beans washed in a summer rain while walking on a dusty red dirt road. I can’t stop thinking about how she said something about a ‘good kind of rough’ when she was talking about her boyfriend. Oh, how I want to caress her and show her what a real man can do. My hands touching her, rubbing her, bringing her to the brink of pleasure before I let her come all over herself.
I don’t know why I’ve allowed her to call me ‘Alek’, though. I’m becoming too sensitive. I need to chill the fuck out. Since my naming ceremony, everybody calls me Loki. The Boss picked the nickname himself. Obviously, I can’t tell her that– she just won't understand. It makes me smile when I think about how Nova might think of me when she’s alone. Touching the pussy that belongs to me beneath her panties. Sopping wet and moaning my name. Her release dripping down her thighs and soaking everything underneath. I sure as hell was thinking about her when I was fucking my hand the other night.
Fuck, Nova is the most bewitching female I’ve ever encountered.
I am mesmerized by her, and not in a good way. The Boss told me to keep my eye on her, but I don’t think he meant like this. I have a job to do, and I’m getting too far off task. I need to step back and get a serious reality check or something.
“Hey, earth to Loki!” Marcus snaps his fingers in my face, trying to get my attention. I jerk my head back.
“What the shit?!” I yell.
“You were daydreaming or something, bro. I’ve been trying to talk to you for, like, twenty minutes now. What's gotten into you? Everything a'ight?”
“I’m fine. Now, what the fuck were you saying? What do you want?”
“I was talking about the Blót coming up. I think I’ve finally got enough hours in and done enough history lessons to join. I think I’ll finally get named.” Marcus is beaming with pride, staring at me like he wants a congratulatory cookie or some shit.
“You’re seriously going to go through with it? I know a lot of people who can’t look past eating a living human being.” I grin and lick my lips at the thought.
“Hell yeah, I’m ready! I’ve been waiting six years for the ritual to become an actual member rather than sitting in some stupid chair at some stupid desk.”
The ritual is something I am very passionate about. Generally, the important members dress up in Viking attire, meet at the longhouse, and sacrifice someone. Using the same weapon from the human sacrifice, the heads of the group take turns carving each letter of your ‘new name’ backward on your chest before mixing with the sacrificial blood. That way, the owner can see it correctly spelled in the mirror, and non-Society members won’t be able to read it. Hence, the naming ceremony. Then, they’ll feast on the fresh meat together.
They also do a ritualistic dance that prevents you from moving on from this realm before your time. Only then are you allowed to join the other members and the fallen Vikings who feast within the great halls of Valhalla until Ragnarok.
Bringing my attention back to Marcus, I roll my eyes. “You really want it, huh? I doubt you can even watch the sacrifice. Plus, can you even consume a human? Even if it is for a pious ritual?”
“I just think of it like some type of pork. I think that pig and human taste almost the same, ya know.” He shrugs his shoulders, lost in thought.
“Ew, thank you for that mental image.” I shudder in disgust, even though that is what I disguised Nova’s snack as. “That’s fuckin’ disgusting. I hate pork. Something I really like is cutting off a girl's lips, freezing them, and then dipping them in dark chocolate.” I tremble at the delectable picture in my head. “The combination of the frozen flesh and chocolate is amazing. Kinda like frozen bananas or something. But not nearly as sickeningly sweet.
