Valkyrie's Harem (Academy of Immortals 1)

“Because,” he says, closing the distance between us, “I can smell it on you. All the damn time. The want. The sex. The cum.”

“That’s crazy.”

“The gods, do you know what they do when they curse you? They find what you love, what you’re best at, and take it to the next level. For me that was sex. They took my love for intimacy and cranked it up. That’s how I became a legend.”

“So the gods made you a sex addict?” I laugh. “You wish.”

He grabs me by my upper arms, hands clenching tight. “It has never been a problem, Valkyrie, not until you. Do you understand that? You’re the only one that has ever driven me so insane. Your body, your scent, your everything.”

I stand before him, his hands holding me tight, stunned. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying walking in and finding you straddling Agis? Fuck no. Hearing that you tried to defile Rupert last night? Gods. I can’t fucking take it. And Armin, yeah, I’m aware of your little nap time pursuits. Is that who you went to last night to quench your desire?” He sniffs me again, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out who I smell like. It’s disturbing and strangely arousing.

“Ha—" I start, but before I manage a snappy comeback his mouth is on mine and he’s pushed me down a side hall. My body, riled up from sparring with Agis, throbbing from how close we’d just been, reacts immediately to Marshal. I know traces of the venom is still in my veins, even after the pounding Miya gave me. Even on a good day, I can barely resist Marshal.

But now?

Like him, I’m tired of holding back.

He opens a door and we fall into a small, unused classroom. His hands tug at my clothes, his hips grind against me.

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous,” I say through a ragged breath.

His jaw tenses and his eyes avoid mine as he leads me across the room. I back into something hard. A flat desk. He lifts me on it. “I’m not jealous.”

“Then what is this?”

He doesn’t answer but his nails dig into my skin as he yanks down my leggings. I reach back to steady myself, caught in the whirlwind of his motions. I barely have a chance to grip the edge of the desk when he pushes my legs wide and kneels on the floor.

“Wha—ohhhhhhhh,” it comes out in a long groan. His tongue takes a long sweep over the hot center between my legs. I reach one hand into his hair, threading my fingers tight. His green eyes look up at mine as he licks slowly, flicking the tip of his tongue.

My brain, along with my body, starts to melt. I can’t even begin to process what’s happening. There’s an immortal knight between my legs; an egotistical, self-absorbed, asshole knight, providing a very selfless act.

What the hell is going on?

I tug his face upward.

“Have you been possessed?” I ask. He responds with his fingers, sliding them deep in my pussy. Further words fail me as he focuses solely on my needs, thrusting deep inside. Again he kisses me on the mouth, hard and unrelenting. It doesn’t take long for my body to succumb into a mass of quivering nerves.

“Come for me, Hildi,” he whispers against my lips. I’m panting like an animal, my whole body wound up in pleasure. “Let go for me, let loose.”

Marshal is the only one that begs me to come. That grants me total and absolute sexual freedom. I’ve suffered through Rupert’s rejection. Begged Miya to help me. Coaxed Armin. Sparred with Agis. I’ve had to keep my desire in check, worrying about everyone else, that Marshal is having to dig deep, push through the barrier I’d erected to keep the want inside. With every kiss, every thrust, every stroke, a piece chips away and gets closer to where it’s buried.

The wave starts to build, the euphoria wells up inside. Higher and higher it go

es, carrying me with it. I can no longer kiss, no longer move; the muscles in my legs relax, my stomach bottoms out. The orgasm swells, cresting at the highest peaks and crashes down on the two of us.

I’m a woman drowning. I cling to Marshal, gasping for air. His hot lips kiss my neck and shoulders, nibble on my ears. He doesn’t let me go until I’m breathing normal and I lean back, resting on my elbows.

“Odin above,” I mutter.

“Odin didn’t bless me with those skills, sweetheart.” He brushes my hair out of my eyes.

“Care to explain that?” I ask, trying to process everything we did and what was said beforehand. My brain is mush, my body just relieved to finally have release.

He stands and bends over, kissing me gently. I cock an eyebrow and he shrugs and says, “I sense what’s about to come, and I just want everyone to know I was here first.”

“What’s about to come?” I’m barely able to think coherently.