Endre (Elsker Saga Book 2) (24 page)
Ull’s grin stretched from ear to ear.
“Seriously, mate. Take care of our girl.” Gunnar kissed my cheek, then pulled Inga to his side. “Kristia’s family now. We have to look out for each other.”
At his words, Ardis threw her arms around me. When she pulled back, her eyes were moist.
“Oh, Ardis!” I pulled her to me again.
“I just love you so much,” she blubbered in an uncharacteristic display of emotion.
“I love you too.” We held each other tight. After a minute, Ull gently rubbed her shoulder.
“Come visit us soon,
ja
?”
“Try and keep me away,” she sniffed. She gave me a wink. “Go. Honeymoon. Tell me
all
about it when you get home. I want every. Last. Detail.”
Ull glanced down at me. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely.” I placed my hand in Ull’s and he led our little group through the church, and out to the garden where Ull had first opened up to me. My heart filled with happiness. We walked hand in hand the short distance to Ull’s car as our friends tossed English rose petals. Inga must have arranged for someone to hand them out. Their fragrance filled the air, sweet and light.
Ull closed my door before walking to his side. He started the car, and rolled down the windows to hear the well wishes of those we loved most. We waved through the back window and drove off into the night.
Ull took the narrow paths out of Cardiff, reaching the expressway in no time. He held my hand as he easily maneuvered through the traffic with a relaxed smile on his face. I kept sneaking glances at his perfection when I thought he was focused on driving. I’d catch him beaming every time I did. How was it possible this incredible creature was now my husband?
We reached the private airstrip much quicker than I’d thought possible. Ull drove through the gate and parked next to a small jet marked NORSK1. He shrugged when I raised an eyebrow. “Guess I forgot to mention this too, eh? One of the perks of Asgard, for when we need to travel like humans.” He got out of the Range Rover, stretching his long legs as he walked around to open my door.
“How much haven’t you told me?” It seemed impossible that there could still be more surprises.
Ull tossed the keys to the waiting valet while easily wresting our luggage from the trunk with one hand. “Kristia, darling, we have eons to discuss trivial details like family jets. You know the important things—none more important than the absolute commitment of my love for you.” He leaned his tall frame down to kiss my neck just below my ear, the most effective spot for ending my conversation.
We boarded the plane to the welcome of the most beautiful flight crew I’d ever seen. Ull seemed unimpressed, but I couldn’t help but stare at the stunning flight attendant, her silken, chocolaty hair flowing to her waist, holding flutes of a sparkling beverage on a silver tray. She was tall and willowy—the picture of absolute physical perfection.
“Welcome Mr. Myhr. Mrs. Myhr.” She smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth beneath ruby-red lips. “Congratulations on your wedding. Would you care for a beverage?”
“Thank you, Stacey.” Ull grinned at her. “How was your flight here?”
“Uneventful, sir.”
Ull raised one eyebrow. “Was it really?”
“Well…” Stacey grinned back. “…there might have been a few undesirable elements on our exit from Asgard. But nothing we couldn’t handle.” She handed Ull a bubbling flute, then turned her smile to me. “Mrs. Myhr? Champagne?”
“Um, yes. Please.” I took the glass. “Thank you.”
“Gunnar told me about the battalion of fire giants you ladies took out last week. Well done.”
“It was nothing,” Stacey demurred.
“That is not what I heard. Gunnar said you were trapped in a cave with an injured horse and still managed to take out seven targets with a broken broadsword. Impressive.” Ull nodded.
“Well, those fire giants always were slow.” Stacey blushed at the compliment. “Now, if there is anything you need before your flight, just let me know. I will be up front, preparing your appetizers.”
“Thank you.” Ull raised his glass. I watched as the woman sauntered to the front of the plane, moving with a grace that rivaled Inga’s.
“What is she?” I murmured. There was no way she was a human.
“A Valkyrie,” Ull whispered conspiratorially. “Our battle goddesses.” He led me to the center of the cabin and placed my bag under one of the couches.
“And they’re in charge of your airplane? I thought Valkyries flew winged horses?” I tried to remember my grandmother’s stories.
“They will drive anything that flies. They are not particular. Best pilots we have.” Ull shrugged, unconcerned. “Shall we begin our honeymoon, Mrs. Myhr?” He nodded to the oversized chair and I settled comfortably into its cushions. He sat beside me and I curled up against him. It had been an exhausting day.
“How do you feel now?” Ull asked once we were safely in the air.
“Happy.” I ducked my head so my hair hid my sudden bout of shyness. “I can’t believe I’m your wife.”
“I am the one who is in disbelief. You have taken on so much by marrying me. I cannot fathom that you would do that for me.” He looked at me closely. “Do you feel… different?”
“No visions since the wedding, if that’s what you mean. Is that bad?”
“No, darling. Believe me, nothing would make me happier than you being vision-free. You will continue to keep me in the loop when things affect you?”
I bit back a smile. It didn’t matter one bit that I was a goddess now; Ull would
always
fret over me. It was sweet as strawberry pie.
“I cannot help but worry about what you plan to do. But I trust you will let me know if you feel overwhelmed with any of this.” He grazed the tips of his fingers along the inside of my elbow, and I nearly dropped my glass. Just then, the world’s prettiest flight attendant came to top off our champagne.
“I’m not overwhelmed, Ull. I promise.” I turned to Stacey and smiled. “Thank you. This is delicious.”
“Of course. Your appetizers will be ready in just a moment.” She retreated to the front of the cabin and Ull kissed my forehead.
“You look absolutely incredible in that dress, my love.” He traced a finger along the
V
of the neckline and gave me a look that seemed to shoot sparks from his eyes. In that instant they shifted from icy azure to inky midnight. I shivered.
God, I loved that color.
Ull pressed a button on his seat and the lights in the cabin dimmed. A loud click came from the front of the plane, making me jump. “What was that?”
“I just turned on the
do not disturb
sign.”
“But Stacey just left to make appetizers. And we’ve barely taken off. Why would you—”
I was cut short by a god nibbling on my earlobe.
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” he murmured.
My mouth formed a small
O
. No. No he did not.
Ull scooped me onto his lap. “Get over here, wife.”
Spirited butterflies wreaked havoc in my belly. Ull continued his ministrations to my ear, twirling a complicated pattern with his tongue in the sensitive spot just behind the lobe. I shuddered as a wave of contentment rocketed through me. A slow burn worked its way across my skin, my pulse keeping time with the rhythm of Ull’s mouth. As he worked his way down my neck, I drew shallow breaths in a pointless effort to control my pounding heart. My pulse quickened, growing more intense with each movement of Ull’s lips. He made his way toward my collarbone, raking his teeth over the skin. And then…
Oh my God
. My eyes rolled back in my head as Ull shifted me on his lap. His hands locked tightly around my waist as he began tracing the neckline of my dress with his tongue. It was hot against my skin, which suddenly felt like it might burst into a thousand tiny flames, if not from the proximity of the Norse deity doing insanely amazing things, then from the anticipation of what was
finally
going to come next.
“Ull.” The word came on a breath. I shifted my weight, driving the hem of my skirt up another inch. Ull pulled his hand off my hip faster than a goose could fly off a griddle. Before I could bemoan the loss of contact, I felt his palm on my bare knee. The touch sent smoldering embers up the length of my leg. My eyelids flew open—inky-blue eyes stared me down. One corner of Ull’s mouth turned up as he rested his forehead against mine. And then he inched his palm upward, spreading his fingers so he gripped my upper thigh.
It was the first time he’d touched me like that.
“This okay?” His thumb rubbed a slow circle on my leg, sending my already-heightened nerves into apoplectic hysteria. The butterflies beat a frenetic rhythm in my abdomen, which clenched in a way that sent my head spinning. He’d touched my leg—
just touched my leg
—and I was ready to black out. How on earth was I going to make it through what I desperately hoped was coming next?
“This okay?” Ull repeated. I managed a small nod before Ull dropped his head. He ran his nose along the line where my skin met the dress’s lacy strap. Then he pressed his lips against the material. The heat of his mouth seared through the thin fabric of the gown, and I twisted in his arms. Ull stilled, then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the back of the plane.
“What are you doing?” I giggled.
“What do you think?” Ull kicked open the door to a small room. It was barely large enough for the bed, entertainment unit, and wet bar it held, but somehow I didn’t think space would be an issue. Ull deposited me onto the bed. Without turning around he locked the door behind him, and lowered himself so he hovered me. He kept his weight on his forearms, but I could still feel the weight of a six-foot, five-inch idol resting against me. It was intense. Exhilarating.
And something I wanted to experience privately.
Not
within earshot of a ridiculously hot flight crew.
“Ull!” I squirmed. “We can’t do this here!”
“Why not?” He ran his nose along my shoulder. “You are my wife; the love of my existence. You look stunning in that dress. And I have been waiting literally forever to be with you. Why delay?”
Well, when he put it like that…
“Because.” I struggled for words as Ull lifted one arm over my head. His lips brushed the insides of my wrists and my head spun. “Um…”
“Exactly.” Ull kissed his way down my arm, drawing a figure eight pattern with his tongue when he reached the inside of my elbows.
“No. Hold on.” I forced myself to think. “I can’t do this with witnesses. It would be too embarrassing.”
“The crew would never come back here.” Ull drew his fingertips down my ribcage, pausing at my hip. As he grazed my thigh, I put a hand to his chest.
“Trust me, I want this. Way more than you do. I’ve practically been begging you for this for months. But when we do this, I don’t want to worry about other people being around. When do we land?”
“Three hours.” Ull kissed my arm.
“Ull?” I lifted his chin with two fingers and forced him to meet my eyes. He let out a sigh heavy with frustration.
“What is another three hours going to kill?” He rolled off me and stared at the ceiling.
“Precisely.” I pressed his palm to my lips and nestled my head in the crook of his shoulder. “Besides, we wouldn’t want those appetizers to go to waste.”
“I have no problem wasting the appetizers,” Ull growled.
“I know.”
Ull stood and crossed to a mini-bar in the corner of the bedroom. He returned with two champagne-filled flutes.
“To an extraordinary honeymoon, Kristia Myhr.”
My heart soared at the sound of my new name. So much had changed in the last year. I’d gone from the timid loner in the one-light town to an international co-ed. I’d experienced a physical transformation that all but killed me, and joined the gods in an immortal existence. And I’d married a guy who was more myth than man, whose very existence defied everything I’d ever believed to be true. Nothing in my life was even close to what it had been twelve months before. I should have been freaking out—leaping from the airplane screaming like the proverbial banshee.
But the truth was, I’d never felt more like myself. After nineteen years, I had direction. It would take me a while to get there, but for the first time in forever I could see why my path had been so convoluted. And I could see exactly where I was meant to go.
The best part was knowing that Ull would be with me every step of the way.
“To our honeymoon.” I clinked my glass against Ull’s. Honeymoon with my Norse god. I was definitely in over my head.
I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
3 eggs
¾ cups sugar
1 dash baking powder
1 tablespoon vanilla sugar
¼ tablespoon cardamom
1 cube melted butter
1 quart of milk
Flour to taste (approximately 5–7 cups)
Whip eggs thoroughly, then mix in sugar. Add baking powder, vanilla sugar, and cardamom together, and blend. Pour in butter and milk. Add flour until mixture reaches desired consistency. Yields one pitcher of waffle batter.
Serve with a tart jam. Or Nutella…
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Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, ST Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the books of
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