Chapter 19 - A Night to Remember

Froðe's breath hitches as he takes the sight of me in once again, and Arne whistles beside me in appreciation. I don't dare glance down to check, but I can feel that my cloak clings to me with the moisture in the air, hugging my every curve and still as sheer as ever. Got to admit, past Beatrix would likely never dream of doing what I just did. In fact, she would be horrified.

Is this her doing? Is Freyja making me more bold, more...confident?

Though my heart is about to explode out of my chest, I put on my best nonchalant face and lean back onto the bench. Sweat drips down between my breasts, and I eye the pool of water in front of me hungrily. Is it filled with water from the river? Despite how it felt about 20 minutes ago, river water sounds pretty nice about now.

"Feel free to take a dip, if you like," Arne says, motioning towards the pool. "It should feel refreshing if you need a break from the heat. Though ...you may want to discard this cloak to be more comfortable," he adds with a devilish grin.

Oh geez, what have I gotten myself into?

"Or not...But you are welcome to join me regardless..." Arne says, winking, then pushes off the bench and strides into the pool. He pauses part way, looks over his shoulder at me and grins, before removing the towel draped around his waist and throwing it to the bench, exposing his glorious backside completely.

My eyebrows hit the ceiling, and it takes all of my willpower to school my features. Inwardly, I'm squealing like a schoolgirl and I'm definitely blushing. Wow. Just...wow. Arne is just as beautifully sculpted as Froðe, but his facial features are slightly softer in the dancing firelight. I can't see what's going on in front from this angle, what a shame, and Arne's grin widens once I finish raking my eyes up and down his form.

The look he gives me is playful, inviting but without any pressure for me to take it further. It's incredibly sexy. Rather than lingering to me to follow, he simply turns back towards the pool and steps deeper in, sitting so that the water reaches his neckline. The gesture feels chivalrous, like he's waiting for me to initiate, completely at odds of what I would expect from viking men.

Was what I saw during the raid not typical? Or are women within the community treated differently?

I look back over at Froðe, who is awfully quiet by the way, to find him studying me. He shrugs, which elicits a raised eyebrow from me.

"Unmarried women within our community are free to lay with whomever they wish, Beatrix. Not even I will stop you from what you desire."

Not even him, huh?

Maybe it's because I've been around him so much the past few days, but I can see that his eyes convey a contradicting emotion to the nonchalance of his words.

"I also don't mind sharing..." Arne chips in, eyes closed as his head rests on the edge of the pool. "Wouldn't be the first time, would it Froðe?"

Oh boy....

Just like that, my core ignites again, an ache forming deep within me. I honestly can't even remember the last time I had sex, which is a pretty sad realization. It had been a couple years since my last long-term relationship, and I'd been so caught up with work in the last year that my own escapades were far in between and I'll be honest, somewhat lackluster. But this...this is a whole different ballgame, and my body is responding to the anticipation.

"It would not," Froðe says unabashedly, eyes only on me. His eyes darken like he's picked up on my arousal, and more sweat drips down his temple. He has this way of stripping away everything with his gaze alone, penetrating straight into my heart. A hunger to see what's lurking inside, a desperation even. It draws me in like a magnet, and despite the war constantly raging within me these days, I can feel him breaking down my walls barrier by barrier. It's terrifying, exposing me vulnerably yet giving me the thrill of a lifetime at the same time.

"Although...I will say that more often than not, women usually choose me after," Arne adds.

Froðe snorts, but does not correct his brother.

"What?! It is true!" Arne blinks open an eye and looks over at me. "He is too rough around the edges for most," he adds in a whisper, then winks again.

I chortle. Here I am in a wet sauna with the two most beautiful men I've ever seen in my lives, and both of them seem into me. Well, one of them is playing games, but I can tell he's at least a little jealous every moment I consider Arne's open invitation.

Maybe I should let loose a little, and have a little fun? It doesn't necessarily mean I open the door to something serious, right?

The heat is starting to become too much for me, and I'm tired of overthinking things. Tired of over analyzing, worrying about what ifs. Tired of Froðe and I just eye fucking each other without any follow-through because he seems to delight in being a tease.

Something deep inside me cackles with glee at this. Frejya.

I slowly stand, returning Froðe's stare with a silent invitation of my own. Maybe it's more of a dare. A dare to continue our game we're playing, and that wicked part of me wants to see how far we'll take it before one of us breaks. Froðe tracks me hungrily, but doesn't rise yet from his seat. As if he's waiting for something. Another sting of rejection hits me, but I do my best to brush it off. There's at least one man here that would like my company, and he's definitely less rough around the edges.

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I make my way to the pool, testing the temperature by dipping in my big toe. It's blissfully much cooler than the air in the sauna. I peek over to Arne, who's eyes are still closed, head leaned back on the edge of the pool, but there's a slight uptick growing on the corner of his mouth, showing me that he is aware of my approach.

In a confidence I wasn't aware I possessed, perhaps this is Frejya egging me on, I dramatically shrug out of the cloak. It squelches as it hits the floor beside the pool.

Well, that was a less sexy sound than I was expecting.

Regardless, a hiss from Froðe tells me it does not matter, and I still had the effect I was aiming for. A feeling of satisfied approval warms within me, telling me a certain Goddess has done something similar in the past. I step into the pool, praying that I don't slip and make an idiot of myself to ruin this super erotic moment. Once I'm fully submerged, I sigh with relief that the cool water brings me, and close my eyes in bliss.

After a few moments, I feel a hand reach for mine and softly tug me further into the pool. I blink my eyes open, and find Arne pulling me towards him. He's standing, half submerged to his waist, and raises an eyebrow at me in question. Water droplets drizzle down his muscular chest, unmarred of any scarring. There's a soft smile on his lips, and his grip on my hand is very loose, still giving me the option of pulling away if I choose. But I don't.

Instead, I rise to stand face to face with him, well, I'm a good nine inches shorter than him, so face to chest. Water streams down my breasts as I emerge, and Arne takes his sweet time admiring me before reaching to tilt my head towards his. His eyes glitter as we lock eyes, and he lowers his head to brush his lips against the corner of my mouth, simultaneously tracing the back of his fingers along the inner curve of my breasts. Damn, Arne knows what he's doing.

Arne continues his playful tracing, and turns his kiss across my lips so that he can shoot a wicked grin at Froðe, but I don't look. I'm done being rejected by him. I reach for Arne's face, pulling him back to my lips, and open my mouth to deepen the kiss. Arne makes a delighted sound and obliges, cupping my face with both hands, and begins a very thorough exploration with his tongue.

Angry splashing sounds moments later, and I can't help but smile into my kiss. Got him.

Another pair of lips brush my left shoulder, and a hand sweeps my hair away. Then those lips continue to trace their way and delve into the crook of my neck, my fucking sweet spot. A tongue swirls. I groan into Arne's mouth.

This is got to be the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

Arne grins against my lips, then reaches down, sliding those skillful fingers gloriously slow down my center, before plunging below the waterline. He glides them over my clit, massaging the tight bundle of nerves, and I gasp. A hand reaches over to my chin, turning my lips away from Arne and over my shoulder. Lips graze my ear, nibble my lobe, while Arne's thumb lazily circles that bundle, starting a steady buildup deep within my core. With his lips now free, Arne decides to use his mouth to explore my left breast with interest, sucking and swirling his tongue on my nipple. A hand dips a finger into my entrance slowly, then pulls out, and another groan tears itself away from my throat.

Meanwhile...a husky voice whispers into my left ear.

"Have you decided...Beatrix?"

My breathing gets faster, so many sensations taking place all over my body that my skin starts to tingle. Arne moves over to my other breast, and a second finger dips inside of me, pushing deeper, thrusting in and out, and I whimper. Pressure is starting to build at the base of my core, and I feel like a rubber band that's ready to snap. I need...I need...

"Decided what?" I ask, breathlessly, reaching behind me to fist Froðe's hair. I fucking love his hair. Lips smile against my neck just under my ear, and Froðe laughs darkly. A third finger, and a strong arm pulls me back into him, aggressively, splashing water over the edge of the pool and giving him deeper access to me, making my groan turn guttural.

I'm getting close...

Froðe slows his fingers, settling his lips back against my ear, and my body screams in response for him to continue. My legs are starting to shake and I start panting.

"You know exactly what..."

Arne closes the distance between us again with a swagger, claiming my face back for another deep kiss before resuming his circles on my clit.

"Don't stop..." Arne grabs underneath my thighs, lifting me out of the water.

"Beatrix..." Froðe says against my ear as he anchors me in place with his arm. Arne spreads my knees apart and pulls my pelvis towards his mouth, roving his lips over my inner thigh teasingly while maintaining eye contact.

"Please..." I arch into Froðe as Arne's lips kiss closer and closer to my entrance.

"Answer me." Arne reaches my entrance, and swirls his tongue around my clit.

Oh fuck!

I'm about to explode into a million pieces. But...not yet...I need...I need him. So I give Froðe the only answer I can give him right now.

"Maybe...I'm....a monster too..." I say in between pants, and I use my fist in his hair to yank Froðe's mouth to mine. He startles at first, but then his kiss becomes deep, possessive, all consuming, and he groans into my mouth. His fingers move again, pulling in and out, deliciously slow at first until they start to speed up. Meanwhile, Arne is still devouring me below. It's almost too much, but with his mouth finally on mine, something inside me unleashes and breaks free. Something wild and untamed and terrifying.

I grip Froðe harder, claiming him with my lips, until it pushes me over the edge and I shatter. I cry out into Froðe's lips, the sound feral, and his arm holds me tighter to him, tethering me to something strong and solid while the world around me falls away completely.

His kisses soften, his hands slowing as wave after wave hits me, extending the orgasm until I slump into his arms.

Damn...that was...explosive. And we haven't even gotten to intercourse yet.

Arne's kisses move back to my inner thigh, before he pulls away and Froðe lowers me into the water.

"I think she enjoyed that..." Arne says with a devilish grin.

Froðe buries his mouth into the crook of my neck, and a new fire sparks to life within me. I tilt my head for easier access.

"I'm not done with you, fiery one," he says into my neck.

"Neither of us are, I'm afraid," Arne adds, coming in for another kiss. He bites my upper lip and releases it, but Froðe rotates me around to face him with an inhuman speed and we lock eyes.

Arne harrumphs with disappointment, but I throw my arms around Froðe's neck as he takes another claiming kiss, lifting me so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. Froðe runs his fingers through my wet curls before grabbing a fistful and tugging. It causes my breathing to hitch, and Froðe immediately breathes into me through our connected lips, giving me his air. I breathe back into his, and I feel his slick tip sliding against my entrance, teasing it and pulling away. I groan into his mouth, and he breathes the air back to mine. We continue to share breaths like this, taking our act beyond so much more than just sex, allowing us to completely lose ourselves in one another. I've never experienced anything like it before.

No...I was wrong...this is actually the hottest thing I have ever done. The level of intimacy has become much deeper than how this all started, and my heart somersaults within my chest. Froðe reaches underneath my right arm to hook my shoulder, slowly dragging my entrance down...down...down...

Suddenly the sauna door slams open, and Torsten barges in.

"Jarl, we're under attack!"