“So he could be at the Well.”
“It’s possible.”
Morgan settled her a little bit more comfortably on his lap as she shuddered. “If Odin
“There will be a fight if you go after him.”
“Maybe.” He stared into her eyes. “After everything Logan and Kir have done for us, we owe this to them.”
Skye studied his expression for a few moments before a relieved smile crossed her face. “I agree.”
“But if we tell them what we’re doing…”
She nodded. “They’ll try and come with us.”
“It all depends on whether or not Odin is home.”
“And how sneaky the three of us can be.”
His brows rose. “You’ll be staying here.”
She patted his chest. “You keep thinking that.”
He stood up, ignoring her squawk of surprise. There was no way in hell he was bringing her anywhere near where Grimm might be. He’d seen what his grandfather was capable of. The thought of Grimm getting his hands on Skye made him want to smash something. Preferably Grimm’s face. “Oh, no. You are
“I don’t remember the original prophecy, or what I changed. It’s possible he’s not after me.” She frowned as he carried her into the bedroom. “Morgan…”
“He doesn’t know that. Even if he does, he’s not the type to take chances. Think of how long he’s been trying to kill Logan and Kir.” He set her on the bed and set his hands on either side of her head. “He’s tried using Jamie as a lure, nearly skinned Jeff alive, and had Uncle Val shoot Jordan. He even tried killing his own son and placing the blame on others. He’s a vicious bastard who won’t stop and think, ‘Hmm, maybe she doesn’t know anything. Aw shucks, I’m feeling all happy and sparkly today. I think I’ll let this one live.’”
She rolled her eyes at his poor Barney the Dinosaur imitation. “Then how do we know that Sleipnir isn’t a lure too?”
He didn’t want to think that. It would break Logan’s heart if his son was still firmly on Grimm’s side. “It’s a chance we have to take, because if we’re wrong, Sleipnir could die.”
She sighed deeply. “That’s what I was thinking.” She put her finger over his lips. “I need to go with you. My power will be useful there.”
He scowled. The thought of her on the same
“Listen to me. I could open my senses, see things before they happen. I could help you and Magnus avoid guards, alarms, that sort of thing.” She huffed. “I need to do something to help that scared kid, Magnus.”
He gazed down at her. He took in her determined expression, felt the way her fingers clenched on his biceps. She had a tight hold on him as she tried to convey how deeply she felt about this. “Shit.”
She grinned. She obviously knew she’d won. “What are we going to tell Logan and Kir?”
He tangled his legs with hers and settled next to her. He stroked her stomach absently. “I don’t know. We’ll think of something.”
“Uh, Morgan?”
She’d gone breathless under his touch. “Yes?”
“Could you stop touching me?”
“Why?” He slipped just the tips of his fingers beneath her blouse, touched her warm skin.
“Because I can’t think when you do that.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “And this is a bad thing why?”
She swatted him, but she was laughing. “Morgan.”
“I’m serious. We have to go talk to Magnus, set up how we’re going to get to the Bifrost Bridge without alerting either Logan or Kir. We have to make sure
As far as he was concerned, they were done talking. They were in his bed, he was touching her, and damn it, he’d been a very good boy for longer than he cared to think.
If she didn’t push him away in the next two seconds, he was going to be a very happy man.
She curled her arms around his neck, her nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Her mouth opened under his, welcoming him inside.
He had to make sure. She’d had so much taken away from her, he wouldn’t take her choices. “If you don’t want this, stop me now.”
All traces of humor were gone. With the most serious expression he’d ever seen on her face, she reached between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans. “I think I’ve always wanted this.”
He shuddered. “Yes,
In between kisses hotter than any he’d ever given or received they managed to remove their clothes. Elbows and knees flew, banging into each other as they eagerly got rid of the cloth that separated their skin. She was giggling, laughing as he ran his whiskers down her side again. The first time he hadn’t even done it on purpose. He’d just been trying to get his jeans off, and his hands slipped. His face scraped along her side, his whiskers tickling her, and she’d lost it.
It was the worst, most uncoordinated seduction he’d ever made, and it was the best feeling in the world. Her hands were running all over him even as she laughed. “Anything broken?”
“Other than my pride?”
She curled on her side, laughing, her legs bumping his knees.
He blew a raspberry on her thigh. “Brat.”
She drew her leg up, either trying to get away or give him one hell of a view. “Am not.”
He nipped her hip, sucking up a mark. “Are too.”
“Ugh.” She wasn’t laughing now. She was holding still, her muscles tense as he slowly rolled her onto her back.
He gazed into her eyes and saw his future laid out before him. He was never going to let her walk away ever again. He just wasn’t strong enough. “Hi.”
She stroked his hair away from his face. “Hi.”
When she tugged him down for a kiss he went, the urgency that had been eating at him nearly gone. She deserved better than for Morgan to revert to his Viking roots, fucking her like he would some wench tumbled in a tavern.
He would show her how much she meant to him. He’d yearned for centuries for her, dreamed of her even when he was balls deep in someone else. He would do everything he could to show her what she meant to him. She was precious, and he would prove it to her.
