Page 76 of Tyr

“You shouldn’t have to see those things. See that side of me.”

“You call meFylgja. Do you mean it?”

“Of course.”

“And you told Anton I was yours. I was made for you. Your soulmate. Your fated mate.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Then, if you believe that, how can you believe I won’t be able to handle what I see in you? How can I ever be what you need if you shut part of yourself away from me?”

“But you… You’re different. You make me want to do better. Be better.”

“But I like you the way you are. What you are. Who you are. All of you. How can I be what you need if I do not know you? And how can you give me what I need if you don’t trust me?”

Celeste lowered her shield and waited.

A moment passed, and she squeezed him again. “Lower your barrier, Tyr. Let me understand.”

His eyes flickered with conflict. She licked his bottom lip and then bit it, teasing.

He groaned and kissed her hard before letting down his barrier. She sent out a small mental shove, and Tyr hissed.

The pain, though small, made him grab her rear and squeeze. Images flashed through his mind. Not of other women. Not of things from the past—but of her. Things he wanted to do with her, to her.

She blasted him again, harder, and he growled and pulled her hips into his.

“If you do that again?—”

She did it again. His red eyes flared, and he slammed his lips down on hers. Flipping her against the wall, he lifted her off the floor and smashed his chest into hers.

A thrill raced through her and landed in her core. She kissed him harder and delved back into his mind, seeing everything he wanted. What he needed.

She broke the kiss and slid her tongue down his throat. “Tyr. I want you.”

His vibrant red gaze landed on her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She bit his shoulder. “I don’t want it soft. I can’t. Not now. I want… I need what you need. Not always, but this time. I don’t want slow. I don’t want tenderness. I want you to screw me, Tyr. Show me what the God of War is made of.”

His eyes remained conflicted, and then she reached between them and squeezed him hard enough to cause pain.

The flash of emotion and desire that surged through her at his thoughts made her smile and tingle.

“Tyr. Do you love me?”

His eyebrows drew together.

She squeezed him again, and his jaw clenched.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” His voice came out strangled.

“Then give me what I want. Show me why you are the God of War.”

It took them less than a minute before their clothes were on the floor, and he carried her into the other room and set her on the kitchen counter.

He growled as he entered her hard and fast.

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