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Fenrir took a deep breath, knowing where the conversation was headed.

“I’d like to get to the point where you could do the same with me.”

They stood for a long minute, and Tyr’s hand dropped away.

Tyr sighed. “Maybe it’s time I settle down myself.”

Fenrir finally looked at him. He’d never seen Tyr with a woman. He knew Tyr had been with women. Lots of women. Human women. Demigods. Everything in between. When you were the Norse god of war, you tended to get a lot of women. But Fenrir had never seen him with anyone special.

“Maybe it would be good for you,” Fenrir said finally. “And the others as well.”

Tyr looked at Fenrir. It was the most Fenrir had said to Tyr in a hundred years. He wasn’t sure why he’d said it, but he meant it. If they all found happiness, maybe they would all move on and heal.

CHAPTER13

Fenrir walkedGrace to her front door. He’d been unusually quiet on their way back, but she’d decided not to pry. He’d tell her when he was ready. She couldn’t imagine all of the emotions and feelings racing through him. The night had been beautiful, yet she could also feel his pain.

They stepped up on the porch. All the lights were off inside, and Grace took it as a sign that her roommates were out clubbing somewhere. The idea made her heart flutter and her gut clench as she remembered the feel of Fenrir’s feathered touch on her core under the table. She’d never felt anything so amazing before.

She came to a stop outside the door and turned to him. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

He looked at the door and then at her. “Do you think your roommates would be all right with it?”

“They aren’t home. All the lights are out.”

He looked at her for a moment and then advanced on her, backing her into the front door. He slid his hand up her arm until it tangled in her hair at the base of her neck.

He leaned in and sniffed her neck, making her quake. “I liked how you smelled tonight,” he said. “At the table. When you let me touch you through your leggings, I loved how you smelled. It was why I couldn’t eat anything. I was afraid I would scarf it down, turn my attention to you, and attack you right then and there.”

“I liked how it felt when you touched me,” she whispered. Damn. When had she become that bold?

Their eyes connected, and he slid his free hand slowly down her stomach to her core.

Grace sucked in a sharp breath as his thumb found her sensitive nub and rolled over it as it had before.

“You like it when I do that?” His words came out as mere curiosity. No vibrato. No goading. Mere interest.

“Yes,” she panted.

He rolled his thumb over her again, and she yanked his lips to hers.

“Fenrir.” She kissed him hard.

Lips smacking. Teeth clashing. Tongues mingling.

He rubbed over her nub again, and she shuddered. The thrum in her core from earlier pulsed again like a drum.

“Fenrir. Come inside,” she panted between kisses.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I want you, Fenrir. I need to feel you inside me, and I’d rather it was in a private room than out here on the porch for anyone to see.”

He breathed heavily, and his eyes grew anxious. “I… I don’t know…”

She palmed his length and slid her hand up and down. He groaned and grabbed onto a piece of the door jamb behind her, cracking it in two.

“I don’t know either,” she said. “But I’m pretty sure we can figure it out.”

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