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Authors: Shelly Laurenston

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“See?” Erin asked Jace. “You need me.”
“I really don't.”
“What are you guys talking about?”
“Erin's trying to get me some.”
“Oh. Thanks, Erin.”
“Don't thank her. She'll just continue the bad behavior. Like Lev licking his butt. You have to tell her, ‘No. Bad.' And shake your finger at her until she learns not to keep up the bad behavior.”
Ski laughed, but Erin just rolled her eyes.
“I need to get you guys out of here,” Erin said.
“Or you could let us handle this on our own.”
“But you've already done so poorly.”
Jace raised her fist, but Ski quickly grabbed it and pulled her next to him.
“We could just leave,” he said, giving Jace a little wink.
“And have everybody talking about it?” Erin leaned in and whispered, “You know how these bitches are.”
“Insane like you?” Jace asked.
“I bet I can distract everybody.”
“Oh, please don't distract everybody,” Jace sighed.
Erin watched a Giant Killer stumble by, her eyes locked on him in a way that Jace had only seen in nature films about predators and prey.
“Hey, Geirr Eklund,” Erin called out. “You do know the Ravens have been stealing your liquor all night, right?”
No, they hadn't, but Erin never let a little thing like honesty get between her and a goal.
Eklund stopped and tried really hard to focus on Erin's face. “What?”
“You heard me!” She dramatically pointed at a still-pretty-sober Stieg. “It was him. Get him!
Get the thief!
”
Poor Stieg only had a moment to look shocked before Eklund dove at him, the two big men hitting the ground hard. From there, it took seconds for other Ravens and Killers to jump in. The Valkyries cheered them on and the Crows kept dancing.
“What is your problem with Stieg?” Jace demanded, but when Erin turned to reply, a Killer came at them. He was seriously drunk and Jace wasn't sure he was even aware of what he was doing. Pushing Erin out of the way, he lunged awkwardly at Jace.
She had her fists up, ready to back him off, when Ski reached out and caught the bigger man with one hand. Fingers tight around the Killer's neck, Ski twisted and had him down on his knees.
The Killer reached up and caught Ski's arm, but as soon as he took hold, Ski shoved him to the ground, then jammed his foot against his back, pinning him in place.
It amazed her that Ski, who was probably a good fifty to seventy pounds less than the Viking under his foot, managed to keep the Killer down on the ground, but she'd heard that it was a gift all the Protectors had, no matter their size. From what she'd read, that was how owls caught and held their prey.
Which to Jace meant Protectors had incredibly strong legs . . . and the thighs that went with them. Like professional soccer players.
She watched Ski as he calmly gazed at the man he had pinned to the ground. No matter how much the Killer struggled, he couldn't get away. What Jace enjoyed, though, was Ski's calmness. To others it might come off as coldness. Detachment.
It wasn't. Nor was he pissed or out of control with Viking rage. Nor was he joining in for the hell of it.
In the middle of a pit fight, Danski Eriksen was the epitome of sound, clear reason.
And, just as she was having that thought, he looked up with those large green eyes . . . and smiled. At her.
Jace's breath left her lungs, her knees felt a little weak, and her hands shook.
She was either having an aneurism or she was incredibly turned on.
Since she'd never experienced either—but had read about both—she wasn't really sure.
 
Ski began to panic. He didn't understand the expression on Jace's face.
He'd forgotten his father's wise words, “
Never get between a Crow and her prey
,” which was exactly what he'd done by stopping the Killer from stupidly going after Jace. Of course, he hadn't actually been protecting Jace from the attack as much as he'd been protecting her from decimating the Killer and then waking up tomorrow to a lot of guilt over it.
He simply didn't want to spend several hours nursing Jace through one of her rage-induced crying jags, so he'd reacted rather than thought the move through.
She was probably pissed now and their great date would end anyway.
Determined to at least get another date out of this, Ski opened his mouth to apologize but Jace's hand suddenly slipped into his.
Startled, he stared at her smaller hand wrapped around his big one. When he finally brought his gaze up to hers, she smiled and asked, “Um . . . wanna see my—”
They both quickly leaned back as a bottle of very good Swedish beer flew past them and crashed into the wall behind their heads.
“—room?” Jace finished after brushing glass and a little beer off her shoulder.
Did he want to see her room? No. Did he want to dive headfirst into her bed?
By Tyr,
yes
.
“Uh-huh,” he managed, desire goddamn choking him.
He swung his leg, sending the man under his foot flying—and slamming into Stieg Engstrom, who'd just barely managed to pull himself out of that pile-on.
Sadly, Ski didn't feel the tiniest bit sad for him. Even when the Raven got thrown back into the fight he'd been trying to get away from.
Erin had done what she'd promised. The distraction was perfect. Everyone was so focused on the fight, drinking, fighting and drinking, or the fresh mac and cheese that just came out of the kitchen from the caterer, that no one noticed when he and Jace slipped out of the party and up the three flights of stairs to Jace's room.
Jace pushed the door open and led Ski inside. He had his arms around her waist and Jace pushed against the wall before he could even think about anything. Because he couldn't think about anything but her.
Jace didn't seem to mind, though. Her hands dug into his hair.
Ski pulled her in closer, flush against him, and lowered his mouth to hers. She already had her chin lifted, her lips parted. She wanted him to kiss her, and he didn't want to overwhelm her.
She wasn't like her sister-Crows, who'd mostly had normal First Lives. Jace had only been with one man before Ski, and that man had been a colossal asshole.
So Ski was worried.
At least he was until he kissed her. Until his mouth touched hers and he felt her entire body sort of unwind even as her fingers tightened around the strands of his hair.
She was still a little nervous, though. He could feel it as he took her mouth. But once his tongue slid across hers, the nervousness seemed to vanish and she became bolder, pressing her body against his as she raised herself up on her toes.
Ski slid his hands down and gripped her ass, pulling her hips in tight to his groin, loving the breath that caught in her throat.
He was so hard now, he could barely think. Could barely breathe. Could barely—
Growling, they pulled back a bit and gazed at each other, both wondering if they'd heard what they thought they'd just heard . . .
The knock on the door came again.
“If that's Rachel,” Jace whispered, “I will kill her.”
“I'll help you bury the body.”
“Jace? It's Kera. Open the door.”
Neither moved, really hoping sweet but drunk Kera would go the fuck away.
“Open the door or I'll have Vig take it down.”
Jace's jaw tightened. “Kera,
you
could take it down.”
“Oh my God.” Kera drunkenly giggled. “I totally could. I'm so fucking strong now.”
Jace closed her eyes, released a breath. “It's open.”
The door opened a bit and Kera leaned in. Yeah. She was definitely drunk.
“Hi, Ski.”
“Kera.”
“Yeah. I just wanted to give you this, sweetie.” Kera reached in with one arm and placed something in Jace's outstretched hand.
“I'm gonna go throw up now,” she shared. “And Vig's gonna hold my hair.”
The door closed and Jace adjusted her hand so that she could release the very long strip of condoms that Kera had handed to her.
Wide blue eyes gazed first at the
extremely
long strip of condoms, then at Ski.
“This . . .” She cleared her throat, tried again. “This seems like a lot.”
“Actually, for a Viking . . . it's just kind of a good start.”
“Oh.” She glanced off, gnawed at her upper lip for a bit, then looked back at him with a shrug. “Yeah. Okay.”
C
HAPTER
N
INETEEN
S
ki glanced at the bed. “Do you want to lie down?”
He was being really sweet right now, trying not to spook her.
Jace appreciated that. She really did.
But sweet wasn't what she needed. Her entire sex life with her ex had been pretty much perfunctory. She was his wife, after all, and not nearly as interesting to fuck as the wives and girlfriends of the men who worshiped him and followed his orders. Those were the ones who got the freaky, fun sex.
Jace, of course, had always been okay with that. The less she had to do for that man, the better.
But she was now with someone she
wanted
to be with. Someone she actually desired and who desired her right back. Who didn't consider her property.
She was with Danski Eriksen, who had killer abs under that white, sleeveless hoodie and big white wings. Not only that, but when she said things like, “The Rubicon I will not cross,” he actually knew what she meant! He knew things! Handsome, smart, and
not
an egomaniac.
What did that all mean to Jace?
That she wanted freaky.
“I don't want to lie down.”
“You don't?”
“No. I want it here. Now. Up against the wall.”
“You do?”
“I want Viking sex, Ski. Can you give me Viking sex?”
“If you want Viking sex, I can give you Viking sex. But I want to make sure that's what you want. And if at any time you start feeling remotely uncomf—uh . . . that's my ear you're biting.”
“Uh-huh.”
“That feels really good.”
“Yeah. I read about it in that Russian porn book.” She nipped his neck. “I read lots of other stuff, too. Now I want to try them. You know, on you.”
“Well,” he teased, “when you mention Russian porn . . . how can I say no?”
That made her laugh.
“What?” he asked. “You look surprised.”
“Joking. Laughing. During sex. Didn't know that was an option.”
Ski pushed his hips forward, pinning her against the wall. “I'm a firm believer that sex should always be about fun. Otherwise, what is the point?”
“Progeny?”
“That's what the condoms are for.”
 
She laughed again. One of the sweetest sounds Ski had ever heard.
He hated to think what Jace had already been through or, as she would probably phrase it, what she'd “put up with.” But this wasn't the time for that.
Jace wanted fun. She wanted “Viking sex.” And she'd picked Ski to give her that. He had no intention of failing her.
But, first, in order for him to think straight, he needed to give her exactly what she'd asked for first—Viking sex.
Actually, they both needed Viking sex at the moment. The fun, relaxed stuff could come later.
So to speak.
Ski pulled off his glasses and placed them on the top of the tall chest of drawers beside them. Then he reached for her jeans, unzipping them, and Jace quickly followed suit. She unzipped his jeans and the delicious slide of her fingers against his bare ass as she pushed his jeans and underwear down tore up the back of his spine.
He pushed his knee between her legs and pressed her harder against the wall. He wanted to take her right now, but that might be asking too much of her this soon, this fast.
She wanted it, that he wasn't worried about. But he needed her ready.
“Condom,” he ordered.
She tore one off the strip and tossed the remainder to the floor before she opened the package. She slid the condom down his cock, and Ski growled in order to pull back on his first response to that wonderful feeling, which was immediately burying himself inside her. Her eyes widened at the noise he made, but she didn't show fear. Not with that grin on her face.
“No,” he snarled. “No evil, sexy smiling.”
“What if I can't help it?” she taunted.
“Shut up.”
Her laugh didn't help, so Ski grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Holding Jace there, Ski slipped his free hand between her thighs and stroked his fingers against her pussy.
Gently at first, coaxing a response at this point rather than demanding it. He stroked her mound until the tips of his fingers became slippery, then he slid one finger between her lips, circled around her clit a few times.
Jace went higher up on her toes, her back arching from the wall, her nipples so hard now he could see them through her bra and black tank top.
He also adored how she still had eye contact with him. She wasn't shying away from this or him. She wanted him to know she was as fully invested in this as he was.
She panted and groaned, her tongue sliding across her bottom lip.
Ski slid one finger deep inside her and she whimpered, blue eyes still on him. He slid in a second, moved them in and out, then circled around.
She was so wet now. And hot.
Wet and hot and clinging to his fingers, like she was trying to hold his fingers inside her body. Thinking about that same sensation on his cock nearly had him coming right there.
What was wrong with him? Was he twelve? He needed to get some control here.
But how could he when, still on her toes, Jace began to move against his hand, using her body to control the thrusts?
He added a third finger and her eyes blazed. He almost choked on lust, so Ski pulled his hand away.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Ski eased his hand around the back of her thigh, tugging her legs as far apart as the jeans around her ankles would allow. He aligned his cock against her pussy and pressed forward.
He pushed the head in and Jace immediately tensed.
Ski leaned in and kissed her, his tongue going past her lips, deep into her mouth.
Jace kissed him back. And the longer they kissed, the wetter she got. He eased his cock inside her body, bit by bit, inch by inch. He didn't know how long it took, but suddenly he was buried deep, his body flush against hers.
Her kisses became urgent, demanding, her hips struggled against him, as did her hands, but she never told him to stop.
So Ski didn't.
He fucked her instead. Viking style.
 
Jace felt Ski pull back and, for one panicked moment, she feared he was about to stop. But then his hips shot forward and her fear, her moment of panic, turned to an unbelievable amount of joy.
She tried to pull away so she could wrap herself around his body and never let him stop, but he still held her pinned against that wall.
Without a word said between them, Ski took her hard. His fingers tightened on her wrists and thigh; his hot breath mixed with hers.
She couldn't even think straight anymore. She couldn't think past the lust she'd never felt before for anyone.
So this was what it was like. Why her sister-Crows kept going back for more even when the guy was sometimes a douche. She understood now.
The only thing she wished was different was that they were both naked. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and all Jace wanted was to press them against his chest. To let the friction. . . the friction . . .
Jace didn't know what was happening to her body. Everything seemed to be shutting down. It all narrowed to nothing for a second—then it all exploded out of her. Passion, lust, desire, and screaming.
Jace screamed into Ski's mouth, his body sweating and hot against hers.
He groaned and shook, his hips moving faster until he pushed into her once, twice. With the third time, Ski's entire body lost its strength and he was leaning against her, breathing hard and losing his grip on her wrists and thigh.
She thought he might hit the floor, but his arms wrapped around her waist and Ski carried her across the room and over to the bed.
That's where they landed, still panting and rolling away from each other. Their jeans around their ankles, sweat pouring off their foreheads, they both gazed up at the ceiling.
They stayed like that until Jace noted, “Viking sex for the win.”
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