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“Anything.” Vidar’s arms came around her from behind, and
Jasmina held on to them, not knowing what would be asked of her. Hopefully it
wouldn’t be something Vidar would object to. She didn’t want to be the reason
he fell afoul of his goddess.

“Let me take the stopper for your bottle, add it to the
treasures in my hall. It will be safe in Sessrúmnir, and give me pleasure each
time I see it. For it will remind me of the greatness love confers on all those
who embrace it.”

“With pleasure, goddess.” She felt Vidar exhale, as though
in relief, and she repeated, “With pleasure.”

With a small sweep of her fingers, Freyja called the stopper
to her. It rose from where it had fallen from Vidar’s hand into the water, spun
slightly, flashing green and gold, before gently flying through the air to
settle in the goddess’s hand. The long, pale fingers closed around it, and
Jasmina felt a great weight fall from her heart.

“Be happy together.” Freyja looked solemn, but her
incredible eyes sparkled with power and joy. “Never forget how much you almost
lost, and be grateful for the time you share.”

And in a blink she was gone.

For a long moment neither Jasmina nor Vidar moved, held
motionless as the golden glow of the goddess’s power faded, leaving just the
torchlight. Vidar’s chest was still pressed to her back, and she could feel the
way it heaved each time he breathed. His arms were tight bands of warm flesh—
thank
you again, Freyja
—around her waist.

“You offered your life for mine. How could you do such a
thing?”

Vidar’s voice was soft, furious, but Jasmina knew his anger
would pass. Nothing, not anger, pain, pride or shame, would ever separate them
again.

“I love you, more than myself.” She leaned her head against
him, her hands unable to stop touching his arms, exploring the smooth flesh,
pressing to feel the muscles yield slightly beneath her fingers. “Are you the
only one allowed to love that way?”

With a swift movement, he swung her around, lifted her so
they were face-to-face. Just as swiftly she wrapped her arms and legs around
him, buried her lips in his neck and held on for all she was worth.

“Jasmina, oh Jazz.” The tears she’d seen on his cheeks were
evident in his voice. “Stay with me, forever. Here I am, begging, as I said I
would if I got the chance. All I have to offer is the heart of a simple man who
loves you more than anyone else ever will.”

“That’s more than enough, troll.” She leaned back in the
support of his arms and cupped his beautiful face. “Even in the eyes of a
goddess, it’s more than enough.”

Chapter Fourteen

“I don’t know what the fuck’s going on around here.” Ula
glowered down from behind her desk, fingers beating an irate tattoo on the
wood. “First Jakuta hooks up with a crazy ex-banshee, then Little Miss Jinn
decides to shack up with a troll.” Her eyes widened, and she had a horrified
expression on her face as she leaned forward and asked. “Do you think someone’s
put some kind of crazy love enchantment on this place?”

Jasmina laughed and shrugged. “No clue. But it’s not like
everyone in here is falling like flies. And even if they were, what’s so bad
about that?”

Ula’s already wide nostrils flared even more, and Cassie
held up two fingers in the traditional gesture aimed at warding off bad luck.

“Are you kidding?” Cassie sounded almost as disgusted as the
goblin had. “Firstly, all this love stuff has severely cut down on my drinking
partners. You’re so into your domestic bliss, we haven’t had a girls’ night out
in forever. Secondly, my falling in love and getting married would make my
mother
waaayy
too happy.”

“Not if you married a troll.” Ula sniggered. “Or how about a
vamp?”

“Ooo, not a bad idea.” Cassie got into the spirit of the
thing. “A mountain dwarf.”

Jasmina giggled to think of the almost six-foot-tall Cassie
with a dwarf. “A leprechaun would be even better. They’re usually only about
three-and-a-half feet high.”

“And partial to green.” Cassie looked downright diabolical.
“Mother hates green.”

Jasmina was still giggling as she told them good night and
translocated home.

Home.

Standing in the kitchen, she took Freyja’s advice and gave
thanks for the warmth that enveloped her as soon as she came back to their
mountain retreat. Never before had she felt so settled or happy. She wouldn’t
trade it for anything in this, the human or even the next world. While she
still had her apartment in the city, this was where she belonged.

“Vidar, I’m home.”

The routine of continuing to work the night shift at the
Café, leaving just after dawn, meant by the time she got home Vidar was
finished work and they could spend time together.

He came out from the passage leading to the rest of the
house, bare-chested, a little smile tipping the edges of his mouth and a
familiar light in his eyes. Immediately a shock of arousal fired through her
blood, tightening her nipples and weakening her knees.

“Kelema.”
His smile widened, and he came across to
where she stood by the fireplace. Wrapping his arms around her, he bent to kiss
her, his mouth lingering on hers for a long, hot moment. But he lifted away
before she could deepen the caress. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh-huh.” Jasmina looked up him through her lashes.
“Suddenly, for you.”

“Oh good.”

There was a swirl of magic, and Jasmina found herself in
their bedroom, already naked. He tipped them both over onto the bed, rolling
her onto her back and half-covering her body with his. She subsided with a
laugh of pleasure.

“What’s got into you?” Not that he wasn’t always happy to see
her, or interested in falling into bed with her as often as possible, but there
was something different today. An aura of suppressed anticipation lingered in
the air and a hint of color touched Vidar’s cheeks. It reminded her of when
she’d first propositioned him. “What are you up to?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about, and I
just couldn’t restrain myself anymore.” The color in his face deepened, and his
erection poked at her thigh as he stretched over her head to reach under the
pillow. His hand emerged, her pink, glass dildo clutched in his fist, and
Jasmina gasped with a mixture of amusement and excitement as he asked, “Did you
use this a lot?”

“Where did you find that?” The last time she remembered
seeing it was at her apartment.

He looked slightly shame-faced. “In your bedroom, that first
night we went there together. I had to see where you slept, wanted to be able
to imagine you in your own bed. This was under your pillow, and I put it in
your bag.”

Oh, the thought of him using it on her made her instantly
wet. “Do you want to know what I did with it?”

Vidar bit his lip, nodded.

“Well.” She let the word trail away suggestively, licked her
lips so as to stretch out the silence a little. When she brushed her fingers
along his side, a shiver of reaction rippled through his muscles. “I would
masturbate with it, imagining it was you fucking me.”

He inhaled sharply, his chest expanding and rubbing against
her aching nipples. “Show me.” Pressing the dildo into her hand, he said, “I
want to see that.”

She shook her head, not closing her fingers around the toy.
Wicked thoughts were invading her mind, but she wasn’t sure even Vidar would be
up for what she had in mind. He was wonderfully adventurous, completely
unselfconscious and open to everything, but they were still exploring the
limits. “I don’t think you do. It’s an enchanted dildo. I doubt you want to
watch yourself fucking me.”

He actually drew back, looking from her face to the sex toy
and back again. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” She licked her lips again, mouth suddenly dry. “If I
activate the spell, it takes whatever form I want. I wanted you.” When he
didn’t say anything, just blinked at her, she continued. “It’s nowhere as big
as you are, so really wasn’t a true representation, but I was desperate…”

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him speechless, but it
was one of the more fun.

Vidar eventually cleared his throat, glanced at the dildo
again. “How does that work, exactly?”

“I insert it, just a little, then activate it.” She tried to
sound nonchalant, but desire was making her voice thicken. “And suddenly it’s
you. It works on its own, so I tell it when to start thrusting and can just lie
there and enjoy it.”

“By the gods.” He didn’t try to hide his arousal, or his
interest. “Your enchanting abilities and imagination are diabolical.”

“Hmmm.” Reaching down, she palmed his ass, squeezed. “You
have no idea.”

His eyes widened, then narrowed. The hand not holding the
dildo skimmed the back of her thigh, lifting her leg slightly. “It is quite a
bit smaller than me, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, reached out to tickle a finger down
the length of the glass. “At least three inches shorter, a lot narrower.”

She let it go at that, letting him think it over, even
though by now she was so hot for him her desire bordered on pain. He loved
playing with her ass, about as much as she loved having it played with, but
when she’d suggested they try anal, he’d refused. Not because he didn’t want
to, but because he was absolutely sure he’d hurt her if they did. Jasmina was
honest enough to admit he might just be right. Certainly she’d never had a man
of his dimensions before.

“Hmmm.” The contemplative sound vibrated from his chest and
into her torso, sending out little shockwaves of pleasure. To Jasmina’s disappointment,
he let the dildo slip from his fingers onto the quilt beside them. He leaned
in, lips finding her ear. “Let me think about this a little more.”

“Don’t take too long, troll.” She tried to sound tough, but
the breathiness of the words spoiled the effect. “Remember, I have a backup
plan.”

His end-of-day whiskers rasped deliciously against her
throat when he chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind, Jasmina Binaar.” Shifting
lower, he peppered her skin with kisses, then paused with his mouth poised over
her breast. “Although it sounds a bit like a threat.”

She couldn’t answer immediately, for his hot, clever tongue
was circling her nipple, stealing her breath and making her arch closer,
wanting more. Running her fingers into his hair, closing them into fists, she
tried to pull him in. “It was, Vidar Jarlsen. Believe me, it was.”

He lifted his head slightly, and a soft moan rose to her
lips at the gleam in his eyes, the tender set of his mouth. “I know you like to
jump right into things, but that’s not my way. There’s a lot to think about and
I can do my contemplating here, like this, or somewhere else. Your choice.”

Need uncoiled, restless in her belly, making her tremble.
Oh, she loved the contradiction of stern words and the too-gentle sweep of
fingers over her skin, the risk of denial coupled with the knowledge of
eventual satisfaction if she obeyed the veiled threat.

Instinctively her fingers loosened and she lifted her arms
above her head to grip the headboard. The light that sparked in Vidar’s eyes
made her moan.

“Good girl.” Holding her gaze, he lowered his head to tickle
her nipple with his lips, as he said, “Very good.”

The tender assault on her breasts, played out with lips and
tongue and teeth, made Jasmina writhe, as he knew it would. Damn him for having
found all the places that made her crazy.

He paused after what seemed like hours, and she was glad to
see she wasn’t the only one having trouble breathing. When his mouth skimmed
down to her stomach, Jasmina whimpered, knowing his delicious, excruciating
torture wasn’t over. Using one thigh, he parted her legs so as to settle
between them.

“So many details to work out.” He whispered it against the
uncontrollably trembling flesh of her abdomen. “Logistics.”

“Like what?” She forced the words out, wanting desperately
to know what he was contemplating.

The tug at her belly ring brought another little gasp from
her lips. When he did that it reminded her how close his mouth was to her
pussy, made her imagination run wild.

“Like how far to go.” Another tug, followed by a slow swipe
of his tongue, soothing the slight sting. “Whether you’ll want to use the
enchantment, or allow me to be in control, sliding that glass cock in and out
your ass.”

“Fuck.” The word came out as a whisper, and she knew he felt
the harsh shudder that fired through her entire body, curling her toes and
making goose bumps pop up on her torso, legs and arms. “Anything you want. Any
way you want.”

“Or,” he continued, as though she hadn’t spoken, sliding
lower, so his lips rested on her mound, bringing another whimper of need.
“Would you want to have me and it together?”

He wasn’t touching her clit, but just the words and the
vibration of them into her pussy brought on a mini spasm, a tiny, intense,
pre-orgasm orgasm.

“I’ll take that reaction as a yes.”

His mouth was at the start of her slit, and if he licked
into it, even lightly, she was going to come. And she wanted it so bad—wanted
everything he was promising with a kind of deep, ravenous hunger she still
found amazing. She’d never get enough of him. The joy of that was overwhelming.

“Turn over,
kelema
.”

Jasmina lifted eyelids weighed down with passion to see him
up on his knees between her legs. By the stars, he was a magnificent sight—her
tattooed troll. She could spend eternity looking at his beautiful body, her
need growing as she saw a little trickle of pre-come trail down his cock. No
one had ever wanted her the way he did, and that in itself was an inescapable
turn-on.

His muscles shifted as his palms rasped with delicate
friction along the outside of her thighs, nudging her to go over onto her
stomach. She wanted to keep watching him though, so she murmured her dissent.
He shook his head slightly, nudged her again.

“Roll over, Jazz.”

She complied, of course, although she’d have preferred to be
able to watch him. So much of her enjoyment came from seeing his, but there was
no arguing with that particular tone. Not that she’d want to. When he spoke
that way, masterful and demanding, it set her heart pounding so hard she
thought it might explode.

Pressing her face into the pillow she went up on her knees,
lifted her ass, and Vidar’s groan of approval sent another little spasm through
her pussy. For a too brief moment his body covered hers, as he reached for the
lube on the bedside table.

They’d been working up to this moment over the last couple
of months. He’d already known how much she loved oral stimulation of her ass,
so he’d been more than willing to experiment with penetrating her with a
finger. On one memorable occasion he’d been sucking her pussy and used two,
sending her into the kind of screaming orgasm only he was capable of giving.
She’d even talked him into letting her give him a prostate orgasm and he’d
loved it so much, she just had to mention it to get him hard.

But this—
by the stars
—this was more than she had ever
expected. Life with Vidar was turning into one erotic surprise after another.

Without her sense of sight, every touch was amplified. His
hand on her hip burned like fire. The rush of his breath on her skin made her moan
with need. With a delicate flick of his tongue he almost sent her over the
edge, and she cried out, already begging for release.

“Patience.”

He growled it, slicking a finger over the sensitive orifice,
spreading the lube with a slight twisting motion. Jasmina bit down on the
pillow to stop from shouting again. Slowly, carefully, he pressed in, taking
his time. She pushed back against the encroaching digit, letting him in,
whimpering her delight at the sharp, decadent bliss. Two fingers, spreading and
sliding deep, made her legs tremble, on the verge of giving out. A big palm
under her stomach kept her steady, as he stroked into her ass over and over
again, until she was almost insane with the sensation. Then he withdrew with a
slow, sensual swivel of his hand.

Now
, she wanted to cry,
do it now
. But she
held her tongue even as she bowed up, gasping for breath, body stiff and
trembling.

With one of those incredibly quick motions, Vidar flipped
her over again and her eyes flew open to find him looming above her. A swift
tug had her in his arms, and he went up on his knees, pulling her onto his lap
so her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock pulsed against her belly.
Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifted her lips for his
kiss.