Oathbreaker (5 page)

I sucked as I bit in, feeling wild and powerful with his body thrusting inside me and my teeth in his neck. My Nahual and lioness even raised their heads, letting out rumbled sounds of pleasure. The orgasm shook through me and into him, then back to me in a circle of sensation till we were both screaming.

When there were only aftershocks left trembling through us, I sank to the bed beside him and he pulled me close, his arm cradling me while he stroked my hair. I looked over and saw a set of dainty teeth marks in his neck, enclosing a dark red stain. The smile spread across my face. It felt good to have proof of my possession. Horrible but true, I finally understood why the men loved to mark me.

“
You took the claiming to heart, Rouva,” he had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“
Look at you,” I laughed and pulled back a little so I could see him better. “You’re actually pleased that I bit you.”

“
Of course,” his brows twitched in a quick, confused motion. “It’s a sign of your desire for me. I’ve wondered why you haven’t done it before.”

“
Bite marks are badges of honor then?”

“
Among the Froekn, yes,” he smiled wide. “Now I don’t have to listen to TryggulfR tease me about not pleasing you in bed.”

“
You’ve been getting ribbed because I haven’t bit you?” I sat up and gave him my
why do you have to be so difficult
face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“
Would you tell me if I didn’t express my pleasure with you in a way you expected? Or would you just hope that someday we’d be close enough for me to understand all of your needs?”

“
Point taken,” I shook my head. “But there are things I can’t possibly know about and I’d rather you tell me than leave me to be surprised by them.”

“
In the future I’ll tell you,” he pulled me back down. “Right now I’d rather
show
you how much I desire you.”

I smiled as he rolled over me. All that time and I’d believed Trevor’s bites were a primitive way of him marking his territory. I’d forgiven him because I’d assumed it was part of his wolf nature and Nature was a demanding mistress. Knowing that it was a display of desire put a whole new light on it. It was a hell of a lot more sexy than just being branded like a cow. It also explained why the female wolves had all smiled knowingly at me when they saw the bites he’d left. I guess I was destined to be a chew toy… a love chew toy. I could live with that.

Chapter Four

Tristan and Jackson came over for dinner on Wednesday night. Tryst and Jax were my gay power couple. They were also part of a select group of my human friends who knew about all this god stuff. They didn't know everything though, like, say, Trevor. I hadn't told them about my living with a werewolf. They knew Trevor was somehow involved in the god world but they didn't know specifics. So I had invited them over to break the news.

Jackson was dressed in a crisp, pink, button-down shirt and expensive jeans. His dark hair was impeccably styled and his face was model-perfect. Tristan, on the other hand, had on a pair of well-worn jeans and a green T shirt which proudly announced that he had found Waldo. His spiky red hair was not a color found in nature but it set off his blue eyes perfectly. They were both from the South but the difference between New Orleans, Louisiana, where Jax was from, and Nellieburg, Mississippi, where Tryst was raised, was extremely apparent.

Jackson handed me a bottle of tequila as they walked in but his eyes were all for Trevor. My wolf tended to have that effect on people. Jax looked him up and down as if he was giving him an internal rating. I was hoping Trevor scored a ten but his casual clothes might have brought him down a point or two in Jackson's opinion.

“
Tequila, huh?” Trevor took the bottle from me.

“
It's a favorite of mine and Miss V's,” Jackson explained. “You drink?”

“
Of course,” Trevor smiled his lopsided grin. “I love to have a few shots and howl at the moon.”

“
I'll get the shot glasses,” I gave Trevor a quick glare as I headed into the kitchen.

“
So you finally got our girl,” Jackson's voice carried over to me as I rooted in my cupboard.

“
Why do you say that?” I could hear a trace of amusement in Trevor's.

“
Well, last we met,” Tristan added, “you were merely auditioning. Looks like you landed the lead.”

“
Boys, really,” I came around the corner with the glasses. “Can we not give him shit?”

The last time the boys had seen Trevor was when I'd just broken up with Thor. Trevor hadn't looked so good, having shouldered three days worth of my emotions, while he camped out on my porch, waiting for me to let him in. The boys had come to check on me, since I wasn't answering my phone, and found Trevor. That little stunt had endeared him to them and I knew this dinner would only seal the deal.

“Don't worry about it, Minn Elska,” Trevor took a glass and went to the table. “They're just doing their job as your friends.”

“
Minn Elska?” Jackson frowned. “What is that, Scandinavian?”

“
Old Norse actually,” Trevor lifted a brow. “Very close, I'm impressed.”

“
What does it mean?” Tristan joined Trevor at the table.

“
My love,” Trevor said it so matter-of-factly, like Old Norse endearments were the norm.

“
Huh,” Jackson took a glass from me, tapped me on the nose with it, and lifted a brow.

“
What?” I followed him to the table.

“
He's charming in a rugged kind of way,” Jackson smirked. “Very Thom Gunn.”

“
Tim
Gunn, you mean,” I reached for the bottle.

“
No, Thom,” Jackson laughed. “The poet not the
Project Runway
guy.”

“
Oh,” I shrugged, laughing. I glanced at Trevor, “Jackson's a poet.” I turned to the fridge. “You want a Cherry-Vanilla soda, Tristan?”

“
Sure.” Tristan's gaze lingered on Trevor. “You know, now that he's clean and fed, he kinda looks like Alcide. With those haphazard dark curls and all.”

“
It's a step up from Eric,” Jackson gave his quirky, twisted smile that he made when he thought he was being witty. Even if no one else got it.
Especially
if no one else got it. “Though Thor was pretty damn hot.”

“
Is this gay code?” I frowned as I handed Tristan his drink. “I've never dated an Eric. Or an Alcide, for that matter.”

“
Hello?” Tristan gasped. “
True Blood
? Alcide the werewolf and Eric the vampire.”

“
Well it took him all of three minutes to peg me,” Trevor shook his head and shot back some tequila.

“
Wait,” Jackson looked instantly suspicious. “Tristan was talking about your looks. What are
you
talking about?”

“
Uh, don't you guys want some lime with that?” I turned back to the fridge and pulled out a lime.

“
You think Thor looks like Eric?” Tristan was still on the
True Blood
conversation.

“
Actually no, Thor's got way more muscle,” Jackson impatiently waved him off. “But they're both blonde Vikings.”

“
Thor's actually a redhead,” I put the lime in front of Jackson on a cutting board.

“
He is?” Jackson cocked his head to the side as he thought about it. “The two times I've met him have both been in dim lighting.”

“
Oh who cares what color that ogre's hair is?” Tristan took the knife I was bringing to the table and began cutting the lime with angry thumps that had me concerned for his fingers. “He's gone and good riddance. You should never have gone back to him after the first time he made you cry.”

“
Vervain already copped to that one,” Jackson carefully took the knife away from Tristan. “But this last time, that's worthy of nasty name calling and I suggest we start with
cretin
.”

“
Oooh, me next,” Tristan clapped his hands. “Ummm... lickspittle!”

“
Cockaloram.” Jackson rebounded.

“
Ninnyhammer.”

“
Mumpsimus,” Jax raised an eyebrow at Tryst in challenge.

“
Trollfoot!”

“
Trollfoot? Really, Tristan,” I took a seat at the table and watched as my friends subtly checked out my boyfriend. “You need to stop with the
Lord of the Rings
kick.”

“
Oh trollfoot is not associated with
Lord of the Rings
,” Jackson was choking back laughter.

“
No?” I eyed their gleefully evil expressions.

“
Nope,” Tristan giggled. “It's when you grow your big toenail out really long and then you stick it up a guy's...”

“
Okay!” I stood up as Trevor turned shocked eyes to my friends. “That's enough, we get it.”

“
Saying he looks like Alcide is a big compliment, by the way,” Tristan nodded toward Trevor.

“
Thank you,” I slid back into my seat. “Sorry babe, you're about to be discussed like a piece of meat.”

“
Any time you want to parade me in front of your friends, I’m willing. You’ve done much more than that for me.” Trevor smiled at me over his shoulder.

“
Oh she has, has she?” Jackson raised an eyebrow. “What have you done now, Vervain?”

“
I don't even know where to start,” I ran a hand through my hair.

The guys looked at each other, then Jackson poured a shot of tequila and pushed it over to me. “Start right there, shug.” The New Orleans really came out in his voice when Jax got intrigued.

“Good call,” I shot back the drink and took a deep breath. “You guys now know what I do. You know I was dating Thor and you know generally why we broke up.”

“
You killed his ex-wife,” Tristan nodded. “I don't know what the man was so upset over. Most guys would have thanked you.”

“
Yes, well,” I shrugged, “C'est Lavine. Such is
my
life.” Trevor smirked at me but true to his word, he let me handle telling the guys. “What I haven't told you, is at one point I was being hunted by werewolves.”

“
Holy shit, you're boyfriend is a werewolf!” Tristan stood up, knocking over his chair.

“
How the hell did you get there so quickly?” I waved back Trevor who was tensing up.

“
I said he looked like Alcide and then Jackson said Alcide was a werewolf,” Tristan picked up his chair but sat back down in one further away from Trevor. “Trevor said I'd pegged him. Am I right?”

“
He's not just a werewolf,” I smiled over at my man. “He's the eldest child of Fenrir, the Viking Wolf God.”

“
Is he related to Thor?” Jackson looked horrified and a little gleeful. “How white trash of you.”

“
We're not related,” Trevor was barely restraining his mirth.

“
Erzulie Freda be praised for that,” Jackson poured himself a shot.

“
So wait,” Tristan had finally backtracked to what I'd been trying to say. “You said they were hunting you. That means they're the bad guys.”

“
Werewolves are contract killers for the gods,” I sighed. “I know, not the best profession but Trevor's got out of the family business now by opening the club and he's hired a lot of the Froekn in an effort to get them out of the family business as well.”

“
In an effort to make you happy, you mean,” Trevor picked up my hand to lay a kiss on the back of it.

“
Wait,” Jackson held up an imperious finger. “Froekn? Old Norse again?”

“
Yes,” Trevor looked like he was starting to enjoy explaining his history. He probably didn't get a chance to do it very often. “It means
Valiant
. My father named us his Valiant Ones.”

“
How valiant is killing people?” Tristan muttered.

“
Very, in the Viking era,” Trevor smirked, “But my girl here doesn't approve, so I've given it up.”