Page 52 of Hateful Prince

She blushed and then giggled. “I thought you were going to say think of England.”

I winked at her over my shoulder as I walked away. “Never, my love, I only want you thinking of me.”

Chapter

Seventeen

DAHLIA

Tor told me to relax, like that was something I’ve ever been able to do. I wanted to prop myself up on my elbows, look him in the eye, and say, “I have anxiety. I don’t know how to relax.”

Not to mention the fact that I’d just asked him to fuck me while clearly on my period. I knew it was a thing; some of the best solo orgasms I’d ever had occurred during Aunt Flo’s visits, but part of me still worried he was going to get grossed out when push came to thrust.

Then again, I worried about everything, so this was not new. And my mate had a hard-on for blood and gore in general. So if ever there was someone to ask...

When Tor returned, he was shirtless, those joggers I loved hanging low on his hips and doing nothing to disguise his insistent erection. He held a towel in his hands and had pulled his long hair back into a bun atop his head. The man was ready to make a mess, and I was here. For. It.

“Lift your hips, Kærasta,” he instructed as he climbed onto the bed.

I followed his instructions, waiting as he positioned the towel under me, and only when he pressed on my belly did I lower myself. In one quick movement, my Viking pulled off my leggings and panties, not wasting any time.

“Every time you touch me, it feels... better. How do you do that?” I asked, marveling at the waves of soothing comfort that seemed to be washing away the cramps I was so used to.

“Perks of our bond,” he said with a roguish grin. “It’s the same reason I was able to find control over my beast when you were near.” His palms skated across my inner thighs. “Tell me where it hurts most. Allow me to see to your needs, my beautiful mate.”

God, where did I start? “Aside from my contracting uterus? My hips, down my thighs, my lower back. Fuck, where doesn’t it hurt might be a better question.”

He chuckled, his hands slowly caressing the various parts of my body as I listed them. “What about here?” he asked softly, fingers gliding over my labia.

I expected to be embarrassed when he gave the little string between my legs a tug and took care of the potential barrier. But he did it so matter-of-factly, barely sparing it a glance as he chucked it in the bin before those midnight eyes returned to mine. I couldn’t focus on anything other than him and what he was doing to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, a little breathy and a whole lot turned on.

“Serving you while you’re in need of me is one of the greatest honors of my life. I am beyond certain.” His lips trailed heated kisses over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and when he looked up at me from the frame of my shaking legs, an answering wetness flooded my core. “Is there anything off the table, Dahlia? Anything you don’t want me to do?”

“You’re the one doing the heavy lifting and getting all... dirty. Shouldn’t you get to decide?”

He grinned up at me, and I swear if I’d still been wearing panties, they’d have incinerated. “If it were up to me, I’d take you so fully you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. But this is new to you. We’ll take it slow.”

“Slow sounds nice,” I murmured when he started kissing a lazy path up my belly. I was still wearing my I have no shelf control shirt, so the soft fabric slid up as he did.

The play of his lips on my skin was maddening, and it wasn’t long before I was squirming beneath him, tugging up on his shoulders to move his body into the position mine craved.

“What happened to slow?” he teased.

“I changed my mind. It’s my prerogative as a woman.”

“I see.” He notched his swollen head at my entrance, pressing forward just the tiniest bit. It was perfect torture. Especially when he released a low, growled sigh. “Mmm. Hot and slick. Exactly how I like it.”

“I’m always wet for you, Tor.”

“I know. It’s one of my greatest achievements.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the arrogance of his answer. It was so patently him.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I ordered, the breathlessness of my demand removing any sting from the words.

“My pleasure.” Bringing his lips to mine, he rocked his hips forward at the same time and sank into me. It was slow, just as he promised. A delicious fullness I’d never experienced while in this state.