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Loki’s pale face looked to Bucky as he said, “Winter has to come out. He’s the only one who can handle my Jotun form and come out alive so to speak. We must try everything in our power not to take her choices away. With her being in heat, she’s being influenced.”
He explained that his magic was unraveling, but there may be a way to keep YN safe. He explained how aggressive his Jotun form was and that the coupling of mates was violent thing. Loki knew of the help Steve had given Winter before. Neither one of them had a problem with the same sex and since they were part of a triad, it could potentially be manipulated in order to strengthen his seidr, to lock his other half away.
“Hopefully, if we do this, we can be strong enough to withstand this last ‘feral heat’. Otherwise, my hold on it with break.”
Bucky looked at Loki as a swirling blue snaked its way underneath the skin. His own darkness prowled close to the surface. He had never willingly let him in and didn’t know if he could do that now. Winter didn’t hesitate or give Bucky an opportunity to push him back. Bucky’s body posture became compacted, muscles coiled ready to execute any move it needed.
Loki moved out of the nesting room as Winter prowled behind him. When he finally turned back, Loki was finishing the transformation into a Frost Giant. He towered over Winter by more than a foot and more muscles filled in around his body. His eyes had turned red and the ridges that were his legacy scrolled across his body. He shifted back just in time to avoid the right hook aimed at his face.
Both men were oozing Alpha pheromones. Here were two of the top predators and they were about to clash. While they recognized each other as mates, their base instincts wouldn’t let them do anything without a fight. Loki growled as he rushed Winter. Bucky dropped to the floor, sweeping the thick legs out from under Loki.
Bucky jumped on top of Loki’s larger figure, planting his knee in the blue man’s chest. Simultaneously, both drew their knife and dagger, pressing them into each other’s throats. Winter drew a line along the hollow of Jotun Loki’s throat. He raised his neck up giving more of his skin to Winter with his sharper teeth drawn. Winter snarled back, nashing his own at the man beneath him. Loki was able to get one knee up pushing Winter over onto his back. Both pressed their blades in harder as he leaned down, licking a line up Winter’s cheek.
In a deeper gravely voice, he told the soldier, “You’re not trying hard enough. Try harder. Dominate me.”
Winter reversed his hold on the knife and brought it down through the prince’s torn clothes. It sliced through the fabric like a hot knife through butter. His metal hand came up and splayed across the exposed skin. He pushed hard launching the Frost Giant backwards. Loki landed on one knee, his own dagger dripping his soldier’s blood. Winter stood back up but did not approach. They waited for the other to make the first move.
Loki distracted Winter by licking the man’s blood off his dagger. A rich bouquet of flavors exploded on his tongue. Again, he flashed a wickedly sharp smile. Winter approached using the tip of his dagger to angle his head up.
“You will bend to us, for her you will do this.”
In the blink of an eye, the knife was sheathed, and Loki’s neck was held in the metal grip of his left arm. Loki’s hand wrapped around the metal wrist, trying to ice it. It only served to tighten the grip on his throat. Loki moaned as his breath was restricted. He turned Loki’s head enough to get to the line of blood flowing from his neck. As Winter’s tongue touched skin, Loki grabbed his shirt ripping it off. Then set about working his belt off.
Winter tightened his grip again, raising Loki up to his knees. With his other hand, he jerked his own belt off before Loki had a chance. He looped the belt around his neck essentially making it into leash. If he wanted to be treated like an animal, Winter had no problem in doing that. Pulling his head back, Winter reciprocated taking the giant’s blood into himself.
Winter lapped at the neck wound several times before biting into it to draw even more blood out. Loki’s hands which were now on his hips wandered over the bulge that appeared behind his tight pants. It was now Winter’s turn to moan out loud. He bucked into Loki’s hands, enjoying the friction.
“Be a good doll and take my pants off.”
Loki made quick work of the Super Soldier’s clothes. While Winter still held the belt around his neck, he leaned forward in order to take his thick shaft into his watering mouth. Right before his lips wrapped around his head, Winter pulled him back harshly. Loki ended up on his back, hands out from his side.
Winter took his knife out again, flipping it as he straddled Loki’s hips. Loki responded by grinding up into the underside of his cock. He pushed down right about the prince’s lower stomach, holding him still as he slid further down. The knife sliced through the leather pants until they fell around his legs. Winter crawled back up grinding hard into Loki’s groin.
“Rough or easy?”
“Rough. It’s the only way a Jotun knows.”
Winter jumped up, pulling Loki with him. They crashed their mouths together, devouring each other. Lips were busted and blood poured. Loki was flipped onto his front. Winter had the metal hand between his shoulder blades pushing his face into the floor while his flesh one wrapped the end of the belt around his fist. Loki’s head was jerked back at a painful angle. With a crack to his ass, Winter told him that he better stay still.
Winter’s cock was angry and weeping with precum. Spreading the lovely blue cheeks, he grinded his cock against Loki’s tight ring preparing to breach it. Loki tried to push back but was stopped with another crack to the ass. It turned the skin a dark shade of purple. Winter took a handful of his cheek right where he came down on it. He then pushed the head of his cock pass the barrier teasing the man beneath him.
The Super Soldier pulled the belt tighter as he pushed in deeper. Loki’s hand came back to claw at Winter’s thigh. The scent of blood permeated the air. There was no resistance to the invading cock as Winter’s groin was flush with Loki’s body. He pulled and pushed making the prince growl out in pleasure. The sounds coming from both men were lewd and graphic. Winter continued to pound mercilessly into Loki, giving no reprieve.