Chapter Thirteen Loki

M y reaction to Heimdall's words was immediate and undeniable. Electricity coursed through my body from head to toe, making me forget all about my quaking muscles, my shivering, and the mind-numbing cold that had seeped into my body. Heat filled my chest, draining down my body and pooling in my groin. Despite how cold and exhausted I was, my cock filled and pressed against Heimdall's stomach. There was no way he could miss that.

And he didn't. His gaze shifted, his eyes widening as they came to rest on my cock. He didn't pull away or even trying to shift me aside. Instead, he just stared, taking me in as he held me tight.

But that wasn't enough for me. Words felt clunky and useless in my mouth, so I decided to put it to work another way. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and forced him to look at me. Those moss-green eyes were filled with warmth and affection, an expression I'd seen on him more than once since we'd fallen into the cave. At the time I didn't have a name for the emotion I saw inside them. But now that all the cards were on the table, I recognized it immediately.

"Mate," I whispered, liking the feeling of that word on my lips. I couldn't help but smile, biting my lower lip. " Mate ."

Digging my fingers in, I pulled Heimdall down to me, our lips meeting at last. The moment we connected, I forgot all about the cold attempting to consume me. In fact, I forgot about everything. The worries of the world above left me in an instant. I no longer thought of Thor, Flynn, Tyr, or the state of our packs. The only thing that existed was Heimdall, his lips, and the way his fingers dug into my skin. His scent strengthened, pheromones filling the air from the both of us. I felt the wolf inside me rise up, my Alpha blood kicking in as my body began to shift into my Alpha form due to the excitement. I kept it at bay as best I could.

It seemed Heimdall was having a similar issue, but he had more control than I did. He held me tight, leaning in and slipping his tongue between my teeth. The intimate feeling of him exploring my mouth left me wanting more. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside of me, which, all things considered, was a surprising, but hot notion.

I didn't need to speak to convey that want though. Heimdall could feel it in my grip, in the ferocity of my kiss, and in the way my cock pulsed against his stomach. Heat flushed through my body, driving away the cold as he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his waist, the sensitive underside of my cock pressed against his abs. Below me I felt his underwear bulge and stretch, the fabric pulsing against my ass. Clearly, he was just as turned on as I was. But I was desperate for more contact, for more friction.

Without a word, I reached back and hooked my clawed fingers into the waistband of his underwear, letting the wolf take over for just a moment. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as I tore them from his body, the cotton shredding easily beneath my grip. Heimdall let out a gasp against my lips, but his kiss only intensified. With his free hand he tore away the remainder of the fabric and I felt his cock suddenly come to rest against my ass cheeks.

I didn't have to look to know it was the cock of an Alpha. The girth alone was enough to make my body shudder in delight, although I really didn't understand why. Heat poured from his groin, bringing my body back to life faster than anything else could. I ground my hips against him, moaning against his lips as my cock bounced over his abs. I wanted more , I just didn't know where to start.

Thankfully, Heimdall was just as curious as I was. His hands explored my body, starting at my chest and working their way downward. He traced every curve of muscle he could find as if he were committing them to memory. Eventually his hands came to rest on my hips where they squeezed and pulled, drawing another moan out of me. Something about the pressure of his touch, knowing that I couldn't get away from him even if I wanted to… it turned me on more than I thought possible.

But that was nothing compared to the next moment when his hands slipped backward, fingers riding over the thick muscle of my ass. His hands were so big that he could cup my ass cheeks entirely, squeezing them with a satisfied groan. He pulled me toward him, my ass cheeks spreading apart in the process. His thick cock slipped between them, the crown coming to rest against my hole, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. If I'd wanted him inside me before, I needed it now. However, being inside a cave, his enormous girth, and a lack of lube dampened my excitement. In that way, I was a virgin. I'd never even put so much as a finger up there. How was I ever going to take his entire cock?

"Don't worry," Heimdall growled as if he could read my mind. He pulled my ear into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before he moved down to my neck. "Not this time."

This time? The implication that this was going to happen again made me shiver with excitement. Did Heimdall really mean it? Was he still going to want me after we finally gave into our lust? Did he really think I was his mate ?

I didn't have time to think about it any longer as his grip suddenly tightened on my ass, and I felt myself being lifted. A moment later I was on my feet, Heimdall stationed between my legs. His thick hands still gripped my ass, squeezing and exploring in ways that made my cock twitch. Already there was pre-cum dripping from me in a long glistening string that caught the sunlight.

For a long moment he stared at it hungrily before looking up at me. I nodded, seeing the question in his eyes. He had my permission to do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. I was all his.

He seemed to understand because the next moment, his hot tongue was licking the sensitive underside of my dick. I cried out in shock, the heat and pleasure more intense than I thought possible. But the sound was full of lust and Heimdall recognized that. Instead of pulling away, he wrapped his lips around my crown, pulling me into his mouth.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, my hand instinctively curling through his short brown hair.

He looked up at me as he took my cock in his mouth, those eyes of his mischievous and playful, but also drunk with lust. His tongue worked my slit and ridge as he drew me in further. To my great surprise, he took more than half my length on the first go. I felt more than heard him begin to gag. But instead of pulling back, he took a deep breath and stayed there, my cock throbbing against the back of his throat.

"Holy shit," I muttered. "Fuck that feels good."

He hummed against my cock, the vibrations causing a sudden heat to rise up inside me. My balls tingled with the familiar feeling of an orgasm building. It wasn't going to take much to get me to blow. In fact, I was pretty sure nothing could stop me at this point.

Panting with my fist still tangled in his hair, I urged him to keep going. I guided his movements with my hand, fucking his face like I'd never get another chance. Heimdall, to his credit, didn't pull away or protest. In fact, he just seemed to moan and lean into it, clearly loving every second. But it wasn't going to last long and before I knew it, I was teetering on the edge.

"Fuck!" I cried. "I'm gonna cum!"

Heimdall's hands squeezed my ass even harder, his finger pressing against my hole as he sucked me. And that was all I needed. A split second later I was crying out, my cock throbbing wildly as I pumped my load down his throat. Heimdall drank it down eagerly, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, the orgasm lasting much longer than I thought possible. When it finally began to dissipate, I felt my knees weaken. My cock slipped out of Heimdall's mouth as I collapsed into his arms, completely spent.

"S-Sorry," I mumbled against his neck. "It was so… intense ."

"I don't mind," he replied, kissing my neck and shoulder. "Get some rest."

I opened my eyes, looking up at him. "But what about you?"

"I'll be fine. I just wanted to make you feel good."

" No ," I growled back, suddenly irritated by his selflessness.

I didn't know if things between us would ever happen again, but I'd be damned if I was gonna let it be one sided. If there was one thing I hated more than anything, it was being remembered as the guy that didn't reciprocate. I hadn't taken many lovers in my life, but I took a lot of pride in making sure they were well satisfied. And Heimdall would be no exception.

"I'm going to help you," I continued. I reached down and grabbed his cock with a firm grip, drawing a moan from his lips. "You're gonna cum whether you like it or not."

" Fuck …" he breathed, suddenly flushed more than ever. "I like it when you talk like that."

"Well, hopefully that helps how sloppy my technique is gonna be. I've never done this before."

"Me either."

He could've fooled me. The man sucked dick like a champ. I'd never cum so fast from a blowjob before. Then again, it could've been the fact that I kept hearing mate over and over while he was sucking me off. Maybe he'd hear the same and I could spare my pride.

Extricating myself from his lap, I kneeled down between his legs, his cock still firmly in my grip. I stroked him up and down, surprised that my fingers couldn't touch as I pumped him. As I pulled up, a shiny bead of pre-cum appeared at his slit. I licked my lips, leaning down with a sudden curiosity. I breathed in his rich scent deeply as I brought his cock to my mouth, my tongue flicking over the head.

I gasped as his taste spread over my tongue. It was sweet and tasted uniquely of him. And it made me completely forget that I'd cum only moments before. Suddenly I was rock-hard again and ready for another round. With a sudden confidence, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, wrapping my lips around his massive cock. He let out a long groan of pleasure as I managed to take the entire head, my tongue working over the underside like he'd done for me. At the same time, I reached down and grasped his heavy balls with a firm, but gentle touch. His cock twitched and thickened in my mouth, letting me know he liked the added pressure.

With an amount of enthusiasm I hadn't had in months, I went to work licking, sucking, and worshipping Heimdall's dick. His pheromones filled my senses, cutting out everything that didn't have to do with him. I quickly found myself with my head buried between his legs and my ass sticking straight up in the air to give my aching cock room to breathe. Without looking back, I knew I was leaking again. I could feel the pre-cum dripping down my thigh.

Heimdall, to my surprise, didn't thread his fingers through my hair like I had him. He was more than content to allow me to work my magic without interference. However, as his muscles began to tense and his hips bucked of their own accord, I felt a hand on my back. It didn't stop there as his thick fingers worked their way down to my ass and slipped between my cheeks. I moaned with his cock in my mouth as he found my hole.

But he didn't stop there. Instead, he began to make slow, firm circles around my pucker, sending a new sensation through my body that I'd never felt before. It was like an entire bundle of nerves were waking up for the first time, lighting me up like a Christmas tree unlike anything else ever had. I didn't know what to do with the sensation or how to comprehend it. All I knew was that I wanted more. So, without overthinking it, I pushed back against his fingers.

He didn't need to be reassured after that. Without a word, Heimdall hooked his middle finger against my hole and pulled. I would've moaned or made noise if the motion hadn't also forced his cock to the back of my throat. My body wanted to gag, but I forced it back. I wasn't about to let go of this, not when everything felt so fucking good.

Heimdall was moaning now as he worked his finger against my hole, his body rock hard with tension. Meanwhile I was bouncing against him from both ends, eager to drive him to orgasm like he had me. At the same time, I felt the heat rising in my belly once more. Just from the act of pleasuring him, I was coming up on a second orgasm.

"Oh fuck," Heimdall groaned, pushing his finger against me. "I'm gonna–"

He didn't finish his sentence before he cried out, his cock seeming to double in size inside my mouth. I managed to pull back just enough, so he didn't drown me as he filled my mouth to the brim with his seed. It was salty and sweet, tasting of him in a way that was completely unique. I drank it down hungrily, sucking to get out every last drop.

At the same time, I reached back, grabbing my own cock and pumping furiously. I leaned against his finger, forcing his first digit inside me with a small pop. Ecstasy shot through me like adrenaline, my dick suddenly thicker than I'd ever felt it before. Before I knew what was happening, I was crying out as the pleasure overtook me, spilling myself onto the stone below for the second time.

Heaving and panting, I collapsed on top of Heimdall. He wrapped me up in his arms, his touch gentle and firm like a heavy blanket on a cold winter night. Together we fell back onto the stone, my body completely on top of his. I felt his muscles beneath me, pushing and pulling as he fought to catch his breath. I did the same, pausing only to lick the taste of him from my lips.

A sudden exhaustion came over me and for a moment, I felt fearful. Going to sleep after being so cold could be the last thing I ever did. However, as my eyes began to droop and sleep took me against my will, I realized that I didn't feel cold anymore. In fact, with Heimdall this close to me, I was sure I'd never feel cold again. Already the icy walls I'd built around my heart were melting. That should've scared me, but I was too spent to worry about it just yet.

Besides, what could go wrong? I'd found my mate and that was all that mattered. For the first time in months, I felt happy .

I held onto that feeling tightly as I fell asleep in Heimdall's arms.