Free The Hostage Bargain by Annika Martin Page B

so good. And then he guided himself into place, and with one hand planted firmly on my hip, he entered me.
    Slowly.
    Excruciatingly slowly.
    I dropped my head to Thor’s shoulder. I couldn’t multi-task anymore, I just needed this. Thor tweaked my nipples as Odin invaded me, right to the hilt.
    I gasped, overwhelmed with a glorious sense of fullness.
    Slowly, Odin pulled out, then he pushed in again.
    “Do it,” I said. “Do everything.”
    “Good girl,” Odin said, reaching around to the front of my pussy to rub my clit as he thrust into me.
    I hissed out a breath. Now I had all these hands on me while being fucked. Deliriously, I backed up to him, needing more and more and more. Totally on the edge.
    “Yeah,” Thor whispered. “Take him. Give it all up.”
    Odin’s fingers sped wickedly, and then Thor took hold of my nipples and twisted them, sending shock waves through my core. “Give it up, come for us,” he whispered.
    It was mercy that he said that—I was coming already, wave upon wave of the most pleasurable, blinding orgasm I’d ever experienced. I cried out, my senses hurtling through dark space. Odin held my hips more firmly, his cock pushed into me, relentlessly, breaking me apart, and I realized he, too, was coming. He clenched my hips and thrust one last time, locking deep inside me, cock pulsing.
    I cried out, unable to process, as wave after wave of orgasm swelled through me.
    “Yes,” Thor said, caressing my hair, kissing the top of my head, practically making out with it.
    Some moments passed. I barely knew where I was.
    “Jesus,” Odin whispered, as we sort of came down together. “Jesus.” He pulled out.
    I turned and collapsed next to Thor. Odin went over to discard his condom in a wastebasket and then collapsed on the other side of me.
    “Wow,” I said.
    Odin kissed my ear. He grabbed both my hands and kissed my fingers. I smiled and then I laid sideways over Thor’s lap, still holding Odin’s hands.
    “I can’t believe how amazing that was,” I said.
    The three of us sat like that for a while, basking.
    Thor reached over, picked up the phone, and called room service.
    Guys.
    Then I realized I was hungry, too. “Oh my God, I’m starving!” I exclaimed. I’d eaten nothing for hours.
    Thor handed over two menus.
    I flipped my legs up across Odin’s lap so I was lying across them, and I read my menu from that position. The prices were exorbitant.
    Odin put in his order; he wanted two steaks. Thor added on two lobsters and a large pepperoni pizza, chocolate covered cherries, an entire flourless chocolate cake, and two bottles of champagne.
    I paused over the menu’s description of the mushroom burger, my sister Candy’s favorite food in the world, feeling a flash of guilt for how much fun I was having. All my life on the sheep farm I’d had this sense that all the excitement was happening elsewhere. Now I’d found that place, but at the expense of my sisters, who were certainly thinking the worst. I told myself I’d be home soon. Surely I could get a message to them.
    “Hurry up,” Thor said.
    I decided on Fettuccini Alfredo and a mini pizza. “I can’t believe none of us have eaten since those gas station chips.” I handed my menu back to Thor.
    “It’s the job energy,” Odin said. “Doing a job produces all this fucking-g energy. You can’t eat, you just want to fuck, but after you fuck, then you must devour everything.”
    Thor stroked my hair. “Though we like to repeat the fucking and eating cycle a lot between robberies.”
    “What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” I asked.
    Odin gave me a warning look that sent shivers through me. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”
    This only made me twice as curious. Did they pick up women? Hire prostitutes? Have sex with each other?
    “We’re glad you’re here,” Thor said.
    “I am, too,” I said. “I am greatly into your bandit cycle.”
    Thor looked down at me. “I am greatly