Eye of the Beholder

Her ex had loved to have her go down on him, and she’d loved doing it. She knew it wasn’t something every woman got into it, but she got off on the way it made her partner feel. The sense that she held his pleasure in her hands and mouth was an aphrodisiac to her.

But Travis… Holy fuck. Travis tasted like heaven. Salty sweet and oh so good. She took him as deep as she could, her nose touching his curls on the third stroke. Before long her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. His gasps of pleasure were music to her ears.

“I do not want to know where you learned that.”

The possessive growl in his voice, the way his hand curled into her hair, had her damn near purring.

She began to bob up and down, taking him into her, stroking the underside of his shaft with her tongue. He guided her with his hand, watching her, that white mist once more slowly taking over the blue until he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

When his hips began to move, when he began fucking into her mouth she slowed down, allowing him to set the pace. She wanted to taste him, wanted him to coat the back of her throat. She needed to know that she was the one who’d brought him that pleasure.

He was moaning now, soft words in Norwegian and something else, something lyrical and beautiful.

She caught the words “beautiful” and “suck it”, but the best one was “mine” just before he gasped and came. She took as much as she could but it had been a while and some got away from her to dribble down his shaft.

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her up his body so that he could kiss her hungrily. He tilted her back, laying her down on the bed, his mouth never leaving hers until she was settled, her legs spread wide by his hips.

He pulled back from her mouth and began kissing his way down her body, stopping long enough at each breast to pay homage to her nipples. By the time he was done sucking and playing with them she was whimpering, begging him to fuck her.

He shook his head, teasing her stomach with his beard. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

With that he fastened his mouth on her pussy and began eating her with a single-minded intensity that had her fucking his face in no time. The sensations skyrocketing through her until her back arched and she came with a keening cry.

He rolled them over again, his cock rock hard once more. He held her boneless, satisfied body in his arms and slid his cock into her still quivering pussy, ramming into her over and over again in a primal mating she’d never experienced before.

She pushed back, her hands on his shoulders. Her body took over and she began to ride him, sliding up and down on his cock. The curls at the base of his cock brushed her clit over and over as she fucked him, her sensitive nipples dragging through the hairs on his chest until they were painfully sensitive.

“That’s it, Jamie. Ride me, take me.” His hands guided her, held her up, but she barely felt it as he fucked her hard. And she fucked him just as hard, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together testament to the fact that she was claiming him just as thoroughly as he had claimed her.

He was muttering again, part English, part Norwegian, part that lyrical language and she knew he was close. She tightened her muscles around his shaft, crying out his true name just as he began stroking her clit with his thumb.

She came first, screeching, back arched, blinded by the fury of her orgasm as it washed over her. His cry quickly followed hers, his hand leaving her pussy and holding her hip as he emptied into her once more.

She collapsed on top of him, his cock still twitching inside her. “Good morning,” she slurred.

His shoulders shook. “Very much so.” He kissed the top of her head and cuddled her close, remaining inside her until his shaft had completely softened.

She loved that just as much as she’d loved the hot, hard sex.

Hell, she just loved him.

 Grimm stared at Detective Mancinelli, delight dancing in his veins. He had arrest warrants for both Val Grimm and Travis Yardley-Rudiger in his hands. Once he had them both behind bars he’d be able to set in motion the little accident he’d arranged for them both. He had everything planned.

Now he just had to implement it.

“When do you plan on serving those?” The suspicion highlighting her face only made her more beautiful to him. He had plans to see much more than suspicion there.

Fear and awe would be a good start.

“Today.” Grimm sighed. Soon… Soon everything would be back the way it should be. With a few additions, of course. But first things first. He eyed the detective. He had to eliminate the threat of Tyr and Vali. He needed Gungnir. He had to regain control of Idunn and her apples.

He had to see to it that this time Baldur truly died. Too bad guns couldn’t fire mistletoe bullets.

Wooden bullets basically ignited as they left the barrel of the gun, exploding into tiny shards, making them great for movies but lousy for killing people. He knew, he’d tried it. Petrified mistletoe didn’t work, either.

It bounced off his pain-in-the-ass son’s hide just like everything else, because it was no longer mistletoe.

Finding ways around that damn protection Frigg had wrapped around Baldur had become a full-time hobby. He’d even gone so far as to wonder what would happen if he shot the bastard into space. Had she gotten a god- damn promise not to hurt Baldur from vacuum?

“Danny-boy.”

He blinked, irritated as once again she snapped her fingers in his face. The urge to truly try and force his will on her was so strong he nearly gave into it.

Not yet. He tamped it down, not surprised to see the startled look on her face. He smiled, allowing some of his will to slip its leash. “Sorry, long night. Are you in on the take-down or not?” He couldn’t wait to see the look on Tyr’s face when he and Vali got arrested for the murder of Oliver Grimm. And when they ran the DNA tests and proved that both Tyr and Vali had been there?

Priceless. They couldn’t have made his job any easier if they’d tried.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

“Good.”

“Has any of the testing come back on the crime scene evidence?”

“Not just yet, but the lab promised today.” He hadn’t needed the results to get the warrant. If Toni wasn’t so resistant he’d lie to her to get her to believe him.

Hmm. She could be the one person capable of screwing up my plans. He’d have to think about that, maybe come up with a way to neutralize her and make it look like Val had done it. They were more likely to find Val had committed his murder rather than Tyr, so why not pin one more on him? Pity, though. He had visions of enjoying himself between the good detective’s thighs.

It had been a while since someone had fought him the way she did. It was a hell of a turn on.

She was looking at him oddly. “Shouldn’t you have waited for those results? How did you get a warrant without them?”

He shrugged. “The DA felt there was sufficient evidence for an arrest, and the judge agreed.”

She shook her head. “The DA doesn’t usually jump the gun like that.”

“What can I say? Prominent businessman, rich family, maybe the wife is putting pressure on them.

Who knows?”

“Mancinelli.”

Toni turned at the sound of her name, that long dark hair swinging. Grimm wanted to reach out and touch it, see if it was as soft as it looked. “Yeah?”

“Captain wants to see you and Solberg.”

“Yeah, we’ll be there in a sec.” She turned to Grimm and made a face. “Probably about the arrest.”

“Yeah, probably.” Grimm followed Mancinelli into the captain’s office, prepared to dazzle his boss with bullshit. He couldn’t afford any serious mistakes at this point.

Once Tyr and Vali were behind bars, his plan could go into action. When he had Gungnir, everything else would fall into the palm of his hand.

Travis was feeling extraordinarily good today. He’d thrown on a pair of pants, intent on making Jamie, who