Breaking our kiss, I lock gazes with him and reach down. My hand wraps around his length, and his eyes widen. “You’re big, Wilder. Big everywhere.”
He’s breathing hard. “Izzy…”
I feel the smile that twists my lips. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Noah, so don’t make me wait any longer.”
He nods, still looking shocked. His hand digs into the back of my hair, and he starts to trail kisses down my neck. I feel eager and excited, and I feel his mirroring emotions as I stroke him slowly.
A groan tears from his lips, and he shudders, his forehead resting against my throat. “Izzy, you’re pushing me too far.”
I’m panting as I tell him, “No, I haven’t pushed you far enough yet.”
He lifts his head. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
A thrill moves down my spine. “Show me.”
But before he can touch me again, a thought comes and goes like lightning, and I shift into the shape in my mind. A second later, Wilder shouts, “Shit!” and leaps back from me.
I laugh hysterically, even though I don’t know why. “What? Don’t want a piece of this?”
He looks baffled. “Why the hell would you want to look like Van now?”
Hell, there’s something wrong with me, because I grab my newfound dick and shake it at him. “What? This isn’t doing it for you?”
He groans. “Izzy, please, any shape but that.”
Another idea flashes into my mind, and I feel my body shudder and change again.
Wilder takes one look at me and puts his hand over his face. “Aiden? Are you serious?”
I start dancing around, letting my dick swing around. He peeks at me between his fingers and I can see his cheeks turning red. But I don’t care. Feeling balls and a cock between my legs has got to be the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced. And, let’s face it, it’s hysterical.
Finally, I sigh and shift back into regular old Izzy. Even though I kind of wanted to try hitting on Wilder in Aiden’s form and see how the hell he’d respond. I guess my idea was only funny to me.
“You’re insane,” he says, finally dropping his hand.
I grin, race up to him, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Sometimes I hate the gods, but sometimes it’s nice to just…embrace that part of myself. You know? It makes life more fun.”
He shakes his head. “Maybe if you’re Loki. Odin is all, ‘Heal this, think about this differently’. It’s annoying.”
I smile and run my hands through his hair. “Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe we need each other to balance things out.”
“Oh, hell,” he mutters.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “I thought my dick had taken a permanent vacation after seeing you shift into the guys, but apparently, it’s too horny to care.”
I grin. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet, Wilder.”
“No?”
I take a step back from him and yank my shirt off.
His mouth drops.
“Better?”
He snaps his mouth closed. “Uh…wow.”
Hooking my fingers into my shorts, I tug them off too.
Standing in nothing but my underwear, I grin at him. “What are you going to do with me now?”
“I can think of a few things…”
Chapter Eight
Wilder
Izzy looks so gorgeous, even standing in the middle of the gym with her hand cocked on her hip and her breasts swaying above her lean waist. Her soft caramel curls fall over her shoulders, and a mischievous smile lights her face.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, cupping her delicate jaw in my hand to tilt her face toward mine. “Just like that. Stay just like that.”
Her teasing smile widens until it crinkles her brown eyes at the corners. Her unabashed smile takes my breath away.
I kiss her hard, and she leans into my kiss. My lips caress hers open, and our tongues dance tentatively. I run my hands over her hips, gripping her tightly. I’m never letting her get away from me again. It feels like I’ve been waiting all my life to kiss her.
And to touch her. How many damned times have I thought about holding her just like this?
I pull her body against mine, and she lets out a small breath of surprise. She’s so curvy and soft and warm, and her arms twine around my neck. The two of us are trading kisses as I press toward her, slowly walking her back across the gym.
She glances up at me when her shoulder blades gently brush the pommel horse behind her, and her eyebrows quirk curiously.
It’s my turn to grin as I bend down to catch her around the thighs, before lifting her up on top of the horse. Her hands catch my shoulders as I put her on the narrow leather perch.
“What are you up to, Wilder?” she breathes.
“Mm?” I ignore her. If she’s going to play her pranks, I have every right to tease her right back.
I draw her panties down her thighs as she balances skeptically on the edge of the horse.
I stroke my hands across her thighs as I lean between her thighs. Her breath hitches even before I press a kiss to her mid-thigh, and when I kiss her again, closer to her center, her fingers curl into the leather.
I press the next kiss to her core, and her hips roll toward me as if she wants more, even as she murmurs, “Wilder… Here?”
“Anywhere we fucking want,” I tell her, because we are gods, aren’t we?
I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her securely, as I tease between her thighs with my tongue. She gasps, then bites her lower lip. Seeing her react to me is sexy as hell.
When I slip my tongue inside her, she tastes sweet and smoky. Her hips rock back and forth faintly as I work my mouth against her clit, and her hands find my shoulders again. Her fingers curl into my shoulders as her breath stutters in her chest. “Oh…Wilder…I can’t take it anymore.”
I can’t tell her right now, but I think she can in fact take it.
Her thighs tighten, then begin to tremble. Her fingers grip me more tightly as her feet kick faintly, then I feel her toes curl against my back. I would grin if I weren’t so damn busy continuing to push her further and further into pleasure.
She cries out when she comes, and I still, then gently pull away. Her muscles are shaking.
“What was that?” she demands, a smile arching her lips as I grip her waist and swing her down off the horse.
I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“You’re not even undressed,” she says. “It’s unfair.”
“You’re going to have to be a good girl if you’re going to get me naked, Loki,” I shoot back.
She laughs, running her fingers through her hair at my mention of her trick.
“Not too good though,” I admit. Her fingers in her hair looks sexy as fuck, and I twine my fingers through her hair. My hand cups the back of her head as my lips capture hers again.
She breaks away, grinning, and tugs at the hem of my t-shirt. Oh, fine. I draw it over my head and toss it over my shoulder onto the mats. Her eyes widen appreciatively, and it makes me grin. I like having Izzy ogle me.
“You seem to need some help with these.” She slips her hands over my hips, drawing down my pants, and goes to her knees in front of me.