Trapped.
For some reason, the idea made me shiver. “Fenris,” I whimpered. It was like the only word I could remember how to say, and this infuriated and turned me on in equal measure.
He chuckled as if sensing my frustration, and his reaction only sent my emotion, my desire, spiraling.
“I love it when you say my name.” He sighed, tipping his head as he pressed kisses to my neck.
“Is that because you’re a—” My breath caught on the last word, my head spinning. I’d forgotten somehow, or maybe I’d just made myself forget until now. “—a god?”
He ran his teeth against my throat. “Maybe,” he growled, finally batting my hand away. “Put your hands back up.”
I didn’t argue. He moved like the most graceful dancer as he balanced the both of us effortlessly. This man had no right to be getting ho
