The Valkyrie's chin rose, meeting my eyes directly, despite the flush of arousal on her snowy porcelain skin and pulse fluttering in her wrist as I continued to hold her hand, not releasing her. My smile widened. Surrounding us, the perfume of hot, willing woman scented the air. Heavy and thick, blood surged in my shafts, the need to allow my second cock to emerge from my internal pouch a throbbing ache in my groin. So painfully full, I clenched my abdominal muscles to keep it at bay. By the Abyss, feisty women were my weakness. Or more correctly, the submission of feisty women. Having them bound and chained to my will, my desire, and seeing them orgasm at my command over and over.

Yes, I loved a challenge.

And Mist was going to be a challenge. I wanted to nip her right on that stubborn chin and see those unusual tricoloured blue eyes deepen and turn blind with lust. My hands itched to grab her vibrant sapphire braids and shove one of my cocks through those plump ruby lips and down her throat.

Fuck. A roar built in my throat as my body strained.

How had she dropped into my talons right when I most needed to bury my cocks in the heated wetness of a female? The black silken shift she wore clung at hip and breast, highlighting her lush curves, exactly the way I liked my women. Yet trim arms and legs with defined muscle tone told me she was strong and fit, even if I hadn't known she was a Valkyrie, one of Asgard's legendary female warriors. I wouldn't have to hold back.

She was a gift from Tiamat. Yes, the mother goddess clearly loved me today.

Restraint of my dragon nature's intense lust was fraying. Little more than threads remained after hiding so much of myself to initiate Anna in sensual delights and watching her from afar these past months. Every moment, I grew more dangerous, my leash closer to snapping. Humans were so damn fragile. If I took my little mortal now, I'd kill her. She wasn't yet ready. My control was far too uncertain.

Even now, violence surged through my veins, demanding satisfaction. I hadn't dared come close to the temple until Anna accompanied a patron, a damn wolf, deep into the maze. I'd deal with that fucking demon later. There was no way I could have landed while she was still in sight. Not with this rage inside me. This need.

I was out of time.

Either I fucked another the way my instincts craved, or I'd start a war with another territory to burn off the lethal aggression. Little Anna required at least another month of exposure to the White Haoma Claw gave all the mortal temple acolytes in their food and aftercare products. A centuries-long investment to be sure, but worthwhile in both the short-term goal of keeping my demon population satisfied and the longer-term goal of solving our lack of fertile mates. Still, after waiting this long, these last weeks were agony.

Claw's monthly report with his newest acquisitions couldn't have come at a better time.

Mist was everything he'd said her to be. I'd reviewed the imagery of her contract auction and some of her interactions with temple patrons in Claw's mind. She was exactly what I needed to exercise my excess lust, if she'd agree to be my fucktoy. The things I wanted to do to that luscious body. And she had a better chance at survival than most if Lamashtu came for her.

"Would you be willing to entertain my patronage, Mist?" My voice had deepened as I held back the roar to simply take, claim, and possess.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "And would I survive that experience, my lord? You won't eat me?"

I smirked. I couldn't help it. Damn, I loved that she'd challenged me. Yes, she was definitely what I needed. "Darling Valkyrie, I have every intention of devouring that wet cunt of yours thoroughly and repeatedly. You smell glorious." My gaze flicked over her, lingering, before returning to her face. "But I won't be sending you to Helheim. I don't break my toys. I like to play with them... whenever I want, for as long as I want, in so many different ways."

She blinked and her own smile appeared with a sensuous lifting of her lips. "And other than orgasms, what would be it for me?" Her right eyebrow rose in a blue arch.

A chuckle escaped as warmth grew in my chest. Her sass and presumption pleased me. She was exactly as I'd hoped and resilient enough physically to take me as often as I needed. Well, at least until I found additional suitable females join her and blunt the ferocity of my desires on her sexy little body. "If you allow me to play with you whenever, wherever, and for as long as I want, I'll ensure you have the freedom to explore outside the temple and don't have to service any other patrons until I decide I no longer need you as my toy. I prefer exclusivity in my acolytes."

Both her eyebrows rose at that. Was it the exclusivity or the freedom that surprised her? Unfortunately, I couldn't read her mind. She hadn't used my name. Not once. Did she know it would give me access if she did?

How much knowledge did Asgard retain from our war a hundred and fifty millenia ago? Asgardians were long lived, to be true, with lifespans in the thirty to forty millenia, but none who'd fought against us still lived. And we were older. So much older than their race. We'd seen the dawn of this galaxy, leaving the Abyss to colonize Muspelheim in my youth. True immortals, Apkallu didn't die, unless another being managed to kill us.

"What kind of play?"

Her voice, still husky with desire, held a note of caution and another surge of arousal heated my loins. She was smart to ask for details. Yes, she'd do nicely.

"I'll tie you up and make you beg for completion. If I'm feeling mean, I'll edge you for hours before letting you cum." Her pulse sped against my fingertips and using my grip on her hand, I drew her against my body. Leaning my head down, I scraped my cheek along her jaw and neck until I purred in her ear. "I do so love to have my toys scream my name in ecstasy, but I may not let you stop until my seed drips from that lush mouth, wet little cunt, and tight ass. I'm a bit savage that way and my dragon nature enjoys the visual. Do you like a little pain, Mist? Does it enhance your pleasure?" I nipped her earlobe and her hips jerked, thrusting against me.

"Yes," she exhaled in a wavering thread of sound.

My teeth scraped her neck, over the frantic beat of her rich blood. "So spanking, floggers, clips, bondage, and breath play is okay?" I didn't want any misunderstandings between us. My free hand rose to cup her breast, its curve an enticing weight.

She shivered, nipple tight against my palm. "Yes. Don't break the skin. No blood sport. No knives, canes, or single-tail whips. No hoods. No spitting. No golden showers. No degradation or humiliation."

I licked over her pulse and the lack of claiming marks on her neck despite her two weeks here was unusual. We demons loved to claim those we fucked, to inject the hormonal mix that brought a female to the height of her fertility, although only a blood exchange created a genetic bond. "What about biting? It's instinctual in my species, but our saliva also heals the minor wounds."

She pressed her body against mine more firmly, tilting her head to give me better access as I continued to nibble and lick over her vulnerable skin. My fingertips pinched her nipple and again, her hips jerked.

"Others have tried. They haven't succeeded in convincing me in the moment." Her head turned, half-lidded eyes meeting mine with sensual challenge. "Convince me."

Damn, this female knew exactly how to fire me up. Releasing her hand, I gave in to the desire and fisted her braids, yanking her head back and elongating her neck. I returned to enjoying the taste of her, sucking on tender skin, while my fingertips continued to pluck at her breast.

"What is your safe word?" I asked, eying the dark red circle I'd left over her fluttering pulse.

"Seashell."

"Hold onto me, Mist. I'm taking us to my palace."

Reluctantly, I released her breast to grip her ass and lift her shorter form, sliding her curves up my body. With her fingers laced behind my head, she wrapped strong legs around my waist. The press of her heated sex almost drew a growl, but it wouldn't due to let her know the fragility of my control.

Instead, I took possession of her mouth, plundering those plump red lips as we rose into the sky with powerful sweeps of my wings. Like plunging into a waterfall, her taste refreshed, washing the ash from the air with a minty coolness. More. The fierce instincts within demanded her response and she writhed against my rigid strength, her tongue darting along mine. A snarl grew in my throat. Savage need rose and I flew more by sensing my way home, than by sight, unwilling to release her soft, wet mouth.

The courtyard off my private wing appeared in my peripheral vision and setting down, I strode the three steps to the nearest table. Lifting my lips from hers, she panted, those spectacular blue eyes dilated and unfocused. Pleasure spiked my chest. I liked that look on Mist's face.

With a growl of approval, I lifted her hands from my neck, leaned her back from me and tore the silken shift down the centre of her body. Taking the scraps, I tied her hands behind her back and lowered her shoulders to the table while pushing her knees wide to her chest. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. From her heaving coral-tipped breasts to glistening sex coated with arousal. All mine.

Her scent rose, filling the air between us and sending another rush of blood to my groin. Buttons scattered, popping off in a staccato of sound as the leather of my pants gave way. Refusing to be further restrained, my primal instincts broke free and I barely clawed back the need to simply bury my cocks in her soft body, regardless of her state of arousal. Instead, I lowered my head to the nest of tight blue curls, dampened to a dark navy. 

My mouth watered.

The first long sweep of my tongue, from ass to clit, had her taste—a hint of salt, citrus, and watermelon—bursting on my taste buds. She was slick and hot, and swollen with desire. I latched onto the little nub at her apex and she bucked in my hold, swearing. Feisty, just as I'd expected she'd be. Lathing my tongue as I sucked, she shoved against my face with the strength of her core muscles, trying to ride me even with bound hands.

But she was mine to take and control. She'd not be topping from the bottom. A growl rumbled my chest. No, I'd not let her set the pace.

Talon-tipped hands gripping the globes of her ass, I lifted her hips from the table while I devoured her mercilessly. Fine trembling started in her inner thighs and moans fell from her lips. Shifting one hand back to fully humanoid, I slid my thumb through the slippery folds to caress the dark rosette of her ass. The tone of her moans deepened, her body stiffening. She was on the edge, but I wasn't about to let her fly without me.

I lifted my mouth, bracing her with one hand as I dug into my pocket and pulled out the essential tube no intelligent dragon ever failed to carry.

"No! Don't stop," she cried out, panting. "I was so close."

My voice dropped to a low command. "You'll get to cum when I give you permission."

Her eyes flashed open to glare up at me.

A chuckle rumbled through me as I prepared her back entrance, my thumb coated with the slick sea plant extract. "Does it feel like I have any intention of stopping, little Valkyrie? Your sweet cunt is soaked, but I'm not an uncivilized beast. Do you really want me to fuck your ass dry?"

She snarled, like a kitten baring her claws. Even with the talons of lust digging into me, her fiery spirit amused. Deliberately, I slid both cocks over her heated flesh. She moaned, straining towards me.

"Did you want something, kitten?" Testing my restraint, I ground against her, teasing us both.

"Fuck me!"

A growl deepened my voice further. "Is that how you ask for your lord's cocks? Beg me for what you want." The wide heads pressed at her openings while I circled my hips and she squirmed, cursing, but unable to get the leverage for more. "Beg me, kitten."

Still, she resisted, her mouth set in a mulish scowl.

Heat surged through me, forging steely resolve. Bending my wings, I wrapped them under her, freeing my hands to pluck at pebbled nipple and taut clit.

She gasped. "Oh, fuck."

"Beg me," I growled, holding her gaze as I strummed her body. There was no way this kitten's will would be allowed to hold out against mine. I'd keep her on the edge for hours if that's what it took.

Shivering, her muscles trembling, I sensed her break before tears came to her eyes, the blue pooling into the mysteries of the sea. "Please, my lord. Please fuck me on your cocks."

In one savage thrust, I buried both into the warm, wet depths of her soft body, as deep as she could take.

Her scream matched my snarl as she climaxed, walls squeezing and rippling over my throbbing flesh. Too far gone in my own lust to deal with her disobedience, I set an animalistic pace, driving into her over and over, chasing my rising pleasure until the coiling inferno within erupted.

Roaring, rope after rope pulsed from my shafts, filling her as she shook, writhing and mewling. I lifted her up against me, wings wrapped tight and she opened dazed eyes.

"That took the edge off. Let's deal with your disobedience now, before we continue," I growled, wrapping fingers around her throat.

Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening. "Disobedience? What—"

"You orgasmed. Three times. Without permission." I narrowed my own gaze, pinching her nipple hard.

She shivered, bucked, and her walls rippled around my cocks.

"Make that four times," I growled.

"But..." Her voice trailed off and her pulse sped under my fingertips.

"Do you want me to spank you with a flogger, a paddle, or my hand?" The dismay on her face at having to choose the instrument of her discipline tempted me to smile, but I held my stern expression.

"Your hand," she murmured, eyes downcast.

Yet I'd felt the clench of her sex when she chose. Yes, my kitten was going to do nicely.