The Undoing

Ski glanced at the bed. “Do you want to lie down?”

He was being really sweet right now, trying not to spook her.

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.”