Free Fate Undone (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 5) by Linsey Hall

do.”
    “Then why?” The words left her lips on a whisper. She knew why, but she wanted to hear the words.  
    His face was so close to hers that she could make out individual spiky black eyelashes even though the light was dim.
    “This.” He pulled her toward him, his big hand now cupping the back of her head as he dragged her up to crush his mouth to hers.
    A light burst within her, magic streaking through her veins as the pleasure of his lips raced through her mind and body. His lips were soft and firm at the same time, perfect in the way that they molded to her own.  
    She moaned at the taste of him, at the way his lips parted her own and his tongue dipped into her mouth. His big hand held her steady while his arm about the back of her waist pressed her tight against him.  
    The hardness and heat of his muscles clouded all rational thought from her mind and pushed the magic through her veins all the faster.
    It was like when she practiced her seidr, but stronger, fiercer, than it had ever been. If she could gather her thoughts from the pleasure, she was certain she could create magic like none had ever seen.
    But she couldn’t gather her thoughts from the pleasure. All she could do was run her hands up to his broad shoulders and hold on tight as his mouth tasted hers, as his sweet breath feathered across her lips, as his tongue made scandalous thoughts race through her mind.
    A dark noise, animal-like in its intensity, rumbled up from his chest. His big hands tightened on her as his mouth plundered hers and his hips surged against her own.
    She wanted to grab more of him, to touch every inch of the hard muscles that flexed beneath her palms. She was ravenous to tear his clothes away and set her mouth upon every inch of his flesh, to taste his skin and feel him shudder beneath her. She would take his pleasure into herself and use it to fuel her magic, to create something the world had never seen.
    The thoughts streaked through her head like lightning, entrancing and terrifying. It was the terror that shocked some sense into her. She tore her mouth from his, gasping for cold air that she hoped would return her sanity.
    All her muscles quivered and heat streaked through her veins, gathering at the juncture between her thighs and driving her nearly mindless.
    But why had she been thinking about magic and Loki’s naked body? About his pleasure?
    She’d never even kissed a man before, much less used one in her magic. It was insane. It was dangerous. She’d never heard of such a thing. If it was something she was supposed to do, wouldn’t Freya have told her?
    Loki’s head was bent, his broad chest heaving. Was he struggling to gain control? To not push her back against the rough wooden wall of the hall and do those amazing things to her mouth?
    She wanted him to.  
    But no. She needed to think.  
    “This is madness,” she said.
    “It’s something,” he rasped.
    “Is it always like this? Kissing?”
    “No.” He paused. “I don’t know. I haven’t done it much. But no. I think not.”
    She glanced up at him. That was unexpected. He was still breathing heavily and she could see no color in the dim light, but she’d swear his cheeks were flushed. His eyes gleamed with what she thought—hoped—was desire. “You haven’t?”
    “I’ve been busy.”
    “Oh.”  
    “And I haven’t found anyone like you.”
    “Like me?”
    “Someone who makes me forget to be busy. Meet me tomorrow night.”
    Her heart raced. Dare she?

CHAPTER SIX

    Mythean Hotel
    Musa Wadi, Jordan
    Present Day

    After what felt like hours, Logan lowered his arms and the fire blinked out of existence. Sweat beaded his brow from the strain of maintaining the flame for so long, but he’d managed to figure out Ian’s rough location.  
    Ian was about a mile away, at the ancient archaeological site of Petra, talking to a Bedouin family who had taken up residency in one of the caves that had been carved out of the rock centuries