The Unleashing
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Gods-damn Skuld and her Crows!
Sorry?
Gullveig glanced at the female next to her and quickly rearranged her plans.
Shes mad, you know. Insane.
Betty?
Betty. Gullveig leaned in a bit. She needs to go away. To heal. From her mental illness. For a while.
The female frowned. Then, slowly, she smirked.
Youre absolutely right, Carol said. We cant have Bettys crazy here. How will that affect our clients?
Exactly. And our clients are the most important thing.
Carol nodded. Ill take care of it. I assume youll be managing things for Betty while shes gone . . . ?
Of course. I wouldnt want to let her down, now would I?
No, you wouldnt. Carol walked off, heading to the door. Ill call an ambulance and get Dr. Rosen on the phone. Hell be happy to help.
Excellent.
Gullveig moved to the desk, pulling over the leather chair and sitting down in it.
She grinned as she put her feet up on the desk and placed the sparkly gold and diamond necklace beneath her torc. She didnt even have to check to know the two looked absolutely stunning together.
Glancing around the office, Gullveig nodded. Oh yes. This will do quite nicely.
Laughing, Kera slapped her hands against the shower wall, trying to get her balance. Not easy when she had Vig behind her, buried deep inside her, and fucking her silly.
Really silly. She couldnt stop laughing. Not because it wasnt one of the best fucks shed ever had. Because it was.
The issue was that this was supposed to be a shower only. It had felt like days since Kera had had one and shed come in here just to get clean. Not to get laid. But try telling that to But Im a Viking! Rundstm. He wasnt really good about the whole waiting thing and since Kera hadnt really said no . . .
Vig leaned over her, blocking the water pouring from the showerhead.
Stop laughing!
I cant help it!
Im a powerful Viking! Youre supposed to be in my thrall!
Now they were both laughing.
Vig! Stop it!
Why arent you thralling?
Thats not even a word!
Vig stood straight, bringing Kera with him. He slid his hand around to cup her jaw and turned her face toward him and up. He kissed her, the water from the shower beating down on them. And his hand slid down her stomach and in between her legs.
Keras giggles turned to a gasp and she gripped his arm, her fingers digging into the skin.
His fingersstroked her clit while he took her from behind, his cock still buried inside her.
Vigs finger began to make circles and Keras entire body tightened, legs shaking. She pulled out of their kiss so she could scream out, the orgasm rocketing through her.
When she could think straight, she realized that Vig had her bent over again and he was pounding into her, his breath coming out in hard pants until he came, his fingers holding her waist tight.
He bent over her, his lips kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, until he finally pulled out of her.
Are you okay? he asked, which was when Kera started giggling again. Woman, youre still not thralling!
Vig pulled on his jeans and sat down on the bed. Brodie put her head in his lap and rolled over onto her back, a silent order for him to pet her chest and stomach.
Shes training you well, Kera teased as she pulled on a pair of wonderfully tiny, cut-off denim shorts.
She was amazing in battle. And Odin always says you have to keep your best warriors happy.
Does this mean that Brodie will be heading to Valhalla one day?
Sure. They already have battle dogs. Shell just be a battle Crow. Until then, though, shell be our dog.
Our dog?
Vig froze, realizing his mistake. Uh . . . I mean . . . uh . . . your dog. Shes your dog. Of course, shes your dog.
Kera sat down on the other side of Brodie. She let out a long sigh.
Vig
Please dont . . . run. Or fly away.
Vig
I know. I know. I jumped the gun. Im not trying to crowd you.
Ludvig.
Just give me a chance!
Are you done?
Yes.
Good. Because all I was going to say was you may want to consider a doggy door because
Brodie Hawaii! Walk time! a Crow yelled from outside and Brodie scrambled off the bed, shot out the door, and two seconds later a window somewhere in the house broke as Brodie most likely went through it.
Because I cant keep buying you new windows, Kera said with a shrug. And Ive fallen in love with you. But if you tell the Crows, especially Erin, that I said it first, I will tear your toenails out while youre sleeping.
Thats not a problem because I actually said it first.
You did? When?
Yeah. About five months ago. You walked to my table, brought me a fresh cup of coffee and another bear claw, and then you smiled. It was a really pretty smile. When you walked away, I said, I love you.
Sorry?
Gullveig glanced at the female next to her and quickly rearranged her plans.
Shes mad, you know. Insane.
Betty?
Betty. Gullveig leaned in a bit. She needs to go away. To heal. From her mental illness. For a while.
The female frowned. Then, slowly, she smirked.
Youre absolutely right, Carol said. We cant have Bettys crazy here. How will that affect our clients?
Exactly. And our clients are the most important thing.
Carol nodded. Ill take care of it. I assume youll be managing things for Betty while shes gone . . . ?
Of course. I wouldnt want to let her down, now would I?
No, you wouldnt. Carol walked off, heading to the door. Ill call an ambulance and get Dr. Rosen on the phone. Hell be happy to help.
Excellent.
Gullveig moved to the desk, pulling over the leather chair and sitting down in it.
She grinned as she put her feet up on the desk and placed the sparkly gold and diamond necklace beneath her torc. She didnt even have to check to know the two looked absolutely stunning together.
Glancing around the office, Gullveig nodded. Oh yes. This will do quite nicely.
Laughing, Kera slapped her hands against the shower wall, trying to get her balance. Not easy when she had Vig behind her, buried deep inside her, and fucking her silly.
Really silly. She couldnt stop laughing. Not because it wasnt one of the best fucks shed ever had. Because it was.
The issue was that this was supposed to be a shower only. It had felt like days since Kera had had one and shed come in here just to get clean. Not to get laid. But try telling that to But Im a Viking! Rundstm. He wasnt really good about the whole waiting thing and since Kera hadnt really said no . . .
Vig leaned over her, blocking the water pouring from the showerhead.
Stop laughing!
I cant help it!
Im a powerful Viking! Youre supposed to be in my thrall!
Now they were both laughing.
Vig! Stop it!
Why arent you thralling?
Thats not even a word!
Vig stood straight, bringing Kera with him. He slid his hand around to cup her jaw and turned her face toward him and up. He kissed her, the water from the shower beating down on them. And his hand slid down her stomach and in between her legs.
Keras giggles turned to a gasp and she gripped his arm, her fingers digging into the skin.
His fingersstroked her clit while he took her from behind, his cock still buried inside her.
Vigs finger began to make circles and Keras entire body tightened, legs shaking. She pulled out of their kiss so she could scream out, the orgasm rocketing through her.
When she could think straight, she realized that Vig had her bent over again and he was pounding into her, his breath coming out in hard pants until he came, his fingers holding her waist tight.
He bent over her, his lips kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, until he finally pulled out of her.
Are you okay? he asked, which was when Kera started giggling again. Woman, youre still not thralling!
Vig pulled on his jeans and sat down on the bed. Brodie put her head in his lap and rolled over onto her back, a silent order for him to pet her chest and stomach.
Shes training you well, Kera teased as she pulled on a pair of wonderfully tiny, cut-off denim shorts.
She was amazing in battle. And Odin always says you have to keep your best warriors happy.
Does this mean that Brodie will be heading to Valhalla one day?
Sure. They already have battle dogs. Shell just be a battle Crow. Until then, though, shell be our dog.
Our dog?
Vig froze, realizing his mistake. Uh . . . I mean . . . uh . . . your dog. Shes your dog. Of course, shes your dog.
Kera sat down on the other side of Brodie. She let out a long sigh.
Vig
Please dont . . . run. Or fly away.
Vig
I know. I know. I jumped the gun. Im not trying to crowd you.
Ludvig.
Just give me a chance!
Are you done?
Yes.
Good. Because all I was going to say was you may want to consider a doggy door because
Brodie Hawaii! Walk time! a Crow yelled from outside and Brodie scrambled off the bed, shot out the door, and two seconds later a window somewhere in the house broke as Brodie most likely went through it.
Because I cant keep buying you new windows, Kera said with a shrug. And Ive fallen in love with you. But if you tell the Crows, especially Erin, that I said it first, I will tear your toenails out while youre sleeping.
Thats not a problem because I actually said it first.
You did? When?
Yeah. About five months ago. You walked to my table, brought me a fresh cup of coffee and another bear claw, and then you smiled. It was a really pretty smile. When you walked away, I said, I love you.
