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A wave of pleasure rocked through her, and she hit him again with a blast. Tyr groaned and pulled out before slamming into her again. Her head bounced against the wall, and she smiled. The pain traveled down her spine and settled in her core.

More.She wanted more.

Tyr’s mouth claimed hers, and he thrust into her again. She looked deep into his eyes, and their minds connected.

He saw what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her. Minutes passed between them, with her blasting him and him responding. His response to the pain heightened her experience.

“Tyr.” Pleasure and pain collided inside her as he took her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her and pinned her to the wall.

Over and over, he thrust into her, and she lost herself until she couldn’t tell which thoughts were his and which were her own. All she knew was that everything she’d been through, everything she’d experienced in her life, had prepared her, trained her, for that moment. For him.

Tyr roared as he came, and Celeste’s own orgasm crashed into her a second later. Even as her climax tapered off, Tyr didn’tstop. He didn’t want to stop. She saw in his mind what he wanted and was willing to oblige him.

“Tyr.” She called his name, but he didn’t stop. “Fylgja.” She lifted his face. “Let’s go upstairs and continue this. There are things I want to do to you, but not if it’s going to cause me to get glass in my knees.”

Tyr withdrew from her and swooped her into his arms.

He strode naked from the room, jumped to the second floor, and then to the balcony before continuing to his room.

They’d barely shut the door before he bent her over the edge of the bed and entered her again.

Celeste smiled. Being Tyr’s mate was going to take her places she’d never dreamed of.

EPILOGUE

It’d beensix weeks since Celeste had left the estate. Every day she’d gone down to sit at her dad’s grave to talk to him. She knew he wasn’t in there, but she talked to him anyway. She told him about Tyr and Herm and Vid and Phes. She told him about how Yegret was getting used to her. How she’d planted a bunch of flowers around his grave. How being in the Underworld, she’d found more peace than her entire life on Earth. But mostly, she talked to him about the classes she’d started taking online, and the graphic novel she was writing.

She loved being so close to him, even though he was gone. For years, she had wondered where he went when he wasn’t with her, and now, to know he would be with her always, brought her more comfort than she thought it would.

The sky had begun to grow dark when Tyr joined her on the grass. He kissed her and smiled, but his eyes remained uneasy.

“What’s wrong?”

Tyr shook his head. “Nothing is wrong,Fylgja.I just think it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

He blew out a breath. “Time for you to get out of the estate.”

Her gut clenched. She didn’t know what kept her from leaving; she just knew that she hadn’t felt like it.

“Tyr, I don’t know…”

“Hear me out. It’ll only be for an hour, maybe. Nothing too long, and if you aren’t comfortable, we can come right back.”

“Where?”

He licked his lips. “To Odin’s place. It’s family dinner, and I need you to come with me.”

“You need me to, or you want me to?”

He grabbed her hand. “I need you to.”

She stared at him for a moment and realized how nervous he was. “You’re going to do it?”

He nodded. “It’s time. But I don’t know if I can do it without you.”

She chuckled. “The God of War needs me to hold his hand while he does something hard?”

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