Page 49 of Tyr

Celeste sat up and looked at him over her shoulder.

They stayed that way for a long minute, and he didn’t need to read her mind to tell what she thought.

“I should let you rest.”

He beelined for the door, but Yegret squawked in the corner. Tyr stopped and squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to let her out so she didn’t pester Celeste all night.

He strode to the enclosure, and the bird hopped up onto his shoulder and preened him. For the first time in longer than he remembered, the sensation grated on his nerves. He threw the window, but she didn’t stop.

“Go,” he commanded.

Yegret stopped and blinked at him.

He scratched her chin. “Go,” he said gentler. “Hunt.”

Yegret blinked once and then dove out the window into the darkness. Tyr turned without looking at Celeste. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t. If he did…

Celeste jumped from the bed and grabbed his hand.

Don’t. Don’t you do it. Don’t you dare look at her.

He turned but kept his gaze on the open window.

“I… I just wanted to thank you for today. It was exactly what I needed. I am feeling more myself than I think I ever have.”

“I’m glad I was able to help.”

Don’t look at her. Don’t?—

She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly.

Heat flooded his body. Stunned, he looked down at her.

Her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted, so soft. She bit her bottom lip and stepped away. “I… I’m sorry.”

He stared at her for half a second before every shred of control inside him snapped. He yanked her back to him and fisted his hands in her hair before slamming his lips down on hers.

He couldn’t hold back. Everything his body had wanted from her for days rushed to the forefront, and he parted her lips with his tongue.

He needed to taste her. To feel her. To claim her. He needed… her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the floor, deepening the kiss. Backing her into the wall, hepressed against her as he kissed her harder. She moaned like earlier, and his manhood strained to be let free.

Her lips were hot and demanding, and he was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted to take from him.

He broke the kiss and continued to pin her against the wall as he kissed from her throat to the front of her shirt.

His hands traveled to her rear, and he pressed against her, the heat of her body melting into his.

She sucked in a breath as he kissed over her collarbone, and she raked her fingers through his hair.

“Tyr,” she panted.

He growled and nipped at her skin, tasting every salty inch. She rubbed against him, and the friction made every part of him jolt.

“Tyr,” she whispered into his ear before biting it. “Make love to me.”

He carried her to the bed and laid her on it. “As you command, myFylgja.”

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