Chapter Seven

Your Natural State

The little chit was an absolute delight. Even now, as she struggled from her ungainly position on the floor Loki could see the spark of defiance in her eyes. The realisation of what he was asking her to do brought a downward tilt to her lips, a dark slash of disgust. In the past, he had perceived only fear in the eyes of the mortal women he bedded. As he broke them, a quick and sordid affair, their fear would morph to desperation. They would beg for him, yearn for the brush of his fingertips against their sensitised flesh, but by that stage he found them tedious. Some, he sent back to Midgard, others he left lingering around the palace for another man to acquire.

But Alexandra Beckett was anything but broken. Perhaps a little desperate, even a little scared, but definitely not broken. She provided a challenge, one he could not wait to fully exploit.

"I said, kneel."

His smile returned as the mortal did as commanded, heaving her heavy limbs off the rug and into the subservient position. The stiffness of her back, the stance of her shoulders, revealed that this was a position she loathed. The resentment seemed to stream off her body.

"I have given you your pleasure, Agent Beckett, now it is time for you to return the favour." Slowly he threaded the fingers of his right hand into her tallow locks, his other hand flat against the back of her head. Even as she dragged her lips toward the waiting jut of his cock, the mortal resisted. "I think you know what to do, little one."

Grey eyes looked up, boring into his green. "My teeth and your masculinity might not exactly be the best idea," she hissed, "if you get my drift."

Loki snorted. "Your teeth would break before they pierced the skin."

"You self indulgent-!"

Loki cut her off, pushing her mouth against the swollen head of his erection. "I suggest you do as you are commanded, Agent Beckett."

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Alex found herself instantly conflicted. On the one hand, she was humiliated that Loki was enforcing the act upon her without allowing her to initiate it. On the other hand, the forceful thrust of his erection against her lips caused every nerve in her body to thrum.

You are a damned whore, Alexandra Beckett.

Chancing a final glance at his face, Alex brought her fingers up to grasp his hips, softening the embrace of her lips against his head. Slowly, she dotted the underside of his length with feather light kisses, causing a hiss to escape his lips. Applying the same feather light embrace to his testicles, she drew one of her hands down to cup the sensitive sac, massaging them lightly as her kisses turned to well-tuned licks, tasting every square inch of him.

"Just suck it, damn you."

Alex chuckled against his base, well aware now that she had a vestige of control. "You need to be patient, my prince."

"I am a damned god, you foolish girl!"

Exhilarated by the desperation now evident in his voice, she drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, circling the head with her tongue while her thumb and forefinger ran along the remaining length. The fingers curled in her hair tightened, wrenching tears from her eyes. Nonetheless, she continued, drawing more of him in. Ignoring the reflex to gag she grabbed his arse as he rhythmically thrust into her mouth, humming against his quivering length. He came loudly, very loudly, spilling into her eager mouth as she swallowed every last drop.

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Seven books clutched in her hands, Alex shot a glance toward the naked figure sprawled on her bed. He was doing it to taunt her, knowing full well that the necessary task of unpacking would soon fall secondary to whatever he had planned for her. Once more he was reading smut, but as he had not turned the page in ten minutes, it was clear he was using the book as a decoy. What drew her gaze though was not the book, but rather the location of his second hand, wrapped tight around his length.

"Having fun?"

His gaze moved from the page. "It is not the first time I have done so."

Placing the jumbled mess of Shakespeare and Fitzgerald on her desk, Alex turned on him, eyes wide. "You're telling me you-?"

He only smiled.

"What? Loki! No! That's just plain wrong! You don't do that kind of thing in someone else's bed."

"You seem to be enjoying it."

"Because I'm watching."

Loki snorted. "Would you have me believe that you did not spend the last three weeks with your fingers between your thighs thinking of me?"

"I didn't do it in your bed!"

The god of mischief discarded the book. "Come here."

"No, I will not."

"Your defiance, little mortal, grows tiresome. Come."

Resigning to the fact that her belongings would not find homes until the following day, Alex fell onto the bed. Loki's lips immediately found her neck, tracing a path from jaw to collarbone. She shuddered. "I would like you see you make yourself come for me, Alexandra." The words, murmured against her flesh, caused a vivid blush to taint her cheeks. "Especially in my own bed."

He did not allow her a retort, instead dragging her up the ruffled mattress toward the pillows. His cock was taut against her thighs, and she squeezed herself around him. The gasp against her flesh was intoxicating, as were his lips when finally they crashed upon hers. Long, thin fingers played delicately against her clit as he thrust, burying himself with her in one smooth movement. His pace was slow, deliberate, her fingernails scoring the perfect pale flesh of his lower back.

It was moments like these that Alex could wipe ramifications from her mind, forget that the man she was with was a misogynistic pig who was only interested in what lay between her legs. True, he was far more skilled than the other men who had treated her in a similar fashion. For a few fleeting minutes he made her feel like the princesses she read about in fairy-tales (if fairytales were filled with smut, that is). Yet at the end of the day, was he any different to Lucas Malory?

Alex suspected not.