She looked absolutely delectable, Loki thought as his Pet stepped out of the bedroom. Stark had decided that he was going to host one of his parties at the old mansion where the Avengers had their headquarters for a time, and of course it was a black-tie affair. He was dressed in his tuxedo of course, and though she groaned and bit her lip when she saw him in it, he felt that he paled in comparison to her.

The dress was a sparkling, shimmering number that fell to her ankles and left her back bare. It was a deep sapphire, the color contrasting spectacularly with her eyes and fair skin. It also brought out the burnished hue of the deep mahogany hair that Loki adored. Tonight, she had tied back half of it, letting the locks flow down her back and had braided them with silver thread. She looked magnificent, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.

Tracy caught him staring, probably drooling as well, and blushed deeply. It only served to make her even more beautiful, and Loki found himself wondering how he was going to keep his hands off her tonight. Then he decided why bother. The others were used to their public displays of affection by now. He also knew that he would be the only one she would be dancing with tonight. He sometimes let her dance with one of their friends since he knew things would never go anywhere but dancing, and she didn't always wish to dance with them. Her touch anxiety could be unpredictable and there were a couple of times when she panicked on the dance floor while moving with Rogers or Barnes. Most of the time she was willing to indulge one of their teammates in a dance, but she generally preferred to stay with him.

As for him, he could abide no other partner. It was her or no one. Always her.

He gallantly offered her his elbow and escorted her all the way to his car. He held the passenger side door open for her, and then drove them to the Stark mansion, for the first time since the team had moved back into the compound. The lights reflected off her dress as they walked up to the mansion's front door, causing her to sparkle like some fae creature or the angel that she was.

Norns, he was completely bespelled by her, and had been from the first moment they met. He had known then that she was his, that he was going to have her, and he would not take no for an answer. He was so glad he persisted. He had in his possession the most beautiful woman in existence. All the other lovers he had in his long life were nothing compared to her.

For the next two hours they mingled, they sampled some of the food, but mostly they danced. He twirled, dipped, and held her, their bodies swaying to the music. It was when one song came on that he felt his heart swell:

I see your true colors

Shining through

I see your true colors

And that's why I love you

Loki thought it was an appropriate song for the two of them to dance to. Tracy had seen his true colors, and she loved him despite that.

She craned her head up, her crimson lips whispering into his ear. "You're wrong," she said, obviously having caught his thoughts. "I love you because of them."

That did it. His grip on her tightened and he steered the two of them off the dance floor before grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the crowd and out of the mansion. People were staring, everyone except for their teammates, who were rolling their eyes. Someone—he was sure it was Romanoff—said something about teenagers but he didn't pay much attention.

Tracy used the hand he wasn't holding to hold her skirt off the ground as he raced them across the pavement into the shadow of two buildings across the street. Then he pulled her into the dark alley. Even though visibility was low, he still used his magic to cloak the two of them.

"Loki?" Tracy asked as he whirled her around to press her back against the outer wall of one of the buildings. "That was ru--"

He silenced her with his mouth, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and devouring her with a kiss that had her moaning and gripping his shoulders, her nails pricking him through his tuxedo jacket and shirt. His hands traveled to her ass, groped her thighs, and tugged at her dress, pulling it up to just above the tops of the black silk stockings she wore underneath.

"You were saying, Pet?" he growled in her ear, pushing his cock against her before fumbling with his zipper. "Tell me you really care about being rude when I am here ready to ravish you until your body cannot take anymore."

She whimpered. It was music to his ears. He continued in his deep velvety voice. "Tell me you do not wish me to take you now, my cock buried inside you while you fill this alley with your screams." His fingers grazed the top of her stocking, teasing her inner thigh, hooking under the crotch of her panties. He ran his finger under the edge, delighted when she shivered, and he saw her eyes glazed in passion.

"The others know what we are doing. Everyone knows what we are doing. You like that, I can tell." He ran a finger along her slit and then held it up for her to see. "Just look at how wet you are. Tsk, you are a craven slut, are you not? How does it feel, knowing that everyone knows it?"

Her lips were parted, and she was shivering. Loki knew she loved his voice and loved it when he spoke to her like this. It didn't matter that he was the one initiating this. He pressed his hips into hers, letting her feel how hard he was. "And you are my slut. My devoted slave. Are you going to cum for your Master?"

She was speechless and his hand cupped over her breast, fumbling her through the gown. It was nice, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted skin.

With a flourish he called up his sharpest dagger. Her eyes widened, and he flipped the blade in his hand, pressing the flat against her throat. She swallowed but he knew she wasn't really scared. She'd seen him with knives and knew how skill he was. She also knew he would gut himself before hurting her. Well, at least hurting her in the way she didn't love and crave.

He trailed the dagger down her throat, across her collar bone, and slid it under one of the straps of her dress. She started to open her mouth, no doubt to protest the ruination of the garment—it was a very nice gown—but then she remembered that he could repair it in the blink of an eye, so she stayed quiet. Loki couldn't resist giving her a level stare, raising one eyebrow. The blade cut through the strap and the garment slid off her shoulder. The built-in support fell, leaving her breast bare.

Taking the edge of the blade, he carefully brushed it over her stiff nipple, teasing her with it for several moments. Tracy was fighting not to squirm under his regard. "Do you like that, my Pet?" Loki murmured to her. "But then we both know how much you love my blade, do we not?"

She bit her lower lip, so he took the very tip of the blade and pierced her breast lightly. She gasped loudly and he took the opportunity to claim her mouth once again, biting down on her lower lip. "That is my job," he reminded her with a sultry purr. The cut he had made was as surface level as one could get, and he leaned his head down to lap up the single drop of blood that spilled out before her angelic healing factor took care of the scratch. "Delicious," he whispered, licking his lips.

She was panting now, and Loki knew she wouldn't be able to stand much more teasing. He slid the knife under the other strap and allowed the gown to pool about her feet. She was in nothing but her panties and stockings, her body quaking as he dragged the edge of the dagger lightly down her sternum, teasing her stomach, and finally coming to those accursed panties. He easily sliced them off, then stuffed them into his pocket. The dress he would fix, but she wasn't getting those back tonight.

He grasped a breast with one hand, flicking a thumb across her nipple while his blade teased the other. Her legs were spread far and wide and she had wrapped one of them around his thigh. He had her right where he wanted her. Needy. Desperate. "Does my Pet want me to fuck her?" he purred.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I cannot quite hear you, Pet. I want you to say out louder. Say you want my cock, that you want me to ravish you until your body cannot take anymore."

She licked her lips. "I want your cock, Loki. I need it. Please, fuck me until I can't take anymo—OH!" She exclaimed as he ran the flat of the dagger up her thigh and then used the edge to tease her lower lips.

She moaned and started to reach for his trousers. "Loki, please."

He used his magic to pin her arms to either side of her, then reached down and pulled himself out of his pants. He threw the dagger aside, shoved her legs further apart to make room for himself, and plunged himself inside her. Her legs wrapped around him, and he let her arms go so she could cling to him.

He wasn't gentle and he wasn't slow. He took her with a ferocity that would terrify lesser women, but he knew his wife loved it.

She was so worked up that she came immediately. Not satisfied with that, Loki called one of his phantoms to lap at her clit. He yanked her head back by her hair and nipped at her neck. She screamed as another orgasm crashed over her, taking him with her.

The two of them stood in that alley for several minutes, him with his face in the crook of her neck, her legs trembling weakly around him. "Good girl," he praised when he caught his breath, pulling out of her and after cleaning himself with his seidr zipped himself back up and straightened himself out. Then he bent down and slide her gown back up her body, using his seidr to repair the straps and clean any residue from the alley floor off it. Then because he was feeling charitable, he cleaned the fluids between her thighs. He may be denying her panties, but he would be nice enough to not force her to walk about with a wet spot on her dress...at least for tonight.

His arm was around her as they walked back to the party. There were some looks, some whispers, as they rejoined the festivities, but neither of them cared. They were envious, that was all. Jealous that he had a wife whom he loved and lusted for so much that he couldn't wait until the end of the night when they were home to have her.

He watched as Romanoff and Belova claimed her, Belova giving him a sly look and a whispered "Way to go" while Romanoff smirked. The giggling trio went off to have some "girl time", and Loki smiled to himself watching his Pet's ass sway in that gown.

If she thought their tryst in the alley was explosive, just wait until they got home.