Page 23 of Luna Cursed

Tor ran a hand down her back. "Breathe, bunny, and I'll get you there," he said, his voice dropping and alpha power burning the air between them. "I'm going to make it so good for you. Just be a good girl and let me in."

Ciara melted under him, the tension vanishing from her as he moved inside her with shallow thrusts until he bottomed out. He held her hips tight, just holding her and letting her body relax around him. Tor was trembling; she could feel it against the back of her thighs and ass. She shifted back against him, and he groaned. Her body wanted more, needed him to take and conquer. The bond shivered between them, and Tor chuckled breathlessly.

"Oh, is that what you want?" he said, answering her without realizing she hadn't said a word. Tor took it as a challenge and began to thrust into her.

"Holy shit," Ciara gasped, rising up onto her forearms. The carpet burned against her skin, but she didn't care. She wouldn't have stopped for the world. Tor's hand dipped under her to squeeze and tease her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. Ciara's pussy clamped around him, making him laugh again.

"Like that, do you?" Tor dragged her upright, holding her back against his chest, his knees on either side of hers. His lips dragged over her neck and shoulder, both hands running over her breasts and pussy, his dick moving faster inside her. His warm alpha power was pouring into her, urging her to bare her throat, surrender, and give him whatever he wanted. And gods, did she want to.

"Yes," she managed to whimper before she began to shatter. It was too much sensation for her body to handle. Tears leaked from her eyes as she came, screaming in ecstasy.

"Fucking hell, Ciara. I'm going to destroy you," Tor growled. He bent her over the bed and unleashed himself on her.

Ciara cried out into the mattress. Tor's big hand was on the middle of her back, holding her down as he pounded relentlessly into her. The bond shivered between them, and for a split second, she felt the mind-blowing bliss that he was drowning in before he was coming hard, and she was thrown back in her own body, heat flooding her. Tor hung onto her, shaking. They slid to the carpet beside the bed, panting hard and dazed.

A giggle bubbled up inside Ciara, and she couldn't hold it in. Tor started to shake next to her until they were both laughing uncontrollably. She turned to look at him, trying and failing to hold her smile back.

"Just don't expect me to cuddle you now," she said, fingers trailing over his abs because she could get away with it.

Tor raised a brow at her. "You'll do as you're told."

"Sure I will," she said with a roll of her eyes. Ciara yelped as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. It was almost too soft after the carpet. Tor grinned down at her naked body, showing fangs as he pulled off her boots and jeans and placed a blanket over her.

"Just stay there where I can keep an eye on you," he said, heading over to see what food she had brought.

"Okay, but just this once…" she replied as her eyes shut, and she fell asleep.

13

Tor woke the following morning with Ciara curled up into him, her arm and her leg flung over his body to get as much of herself touching him as possible.

So much for not wanting a cuddle, Tor thought and smiled sleepily. He should probably move her to save her the embarrassment later. He couldn't go through with it. He liked having her exactly where she was. And wasn't that the problem?

Tor stared at the ceiling and wondered if he had made a massive mistake. Whether they liked it or not, sleeping together would change things. He hoped for the better, but knowing Ciara, she was going to fight him every step of the way. He was up for the challenge if she was the prize. It wouldn't be any fun at all if she gave in straight away.

Last night had been a revelation; she loved the fight, but she loved the fuck too. She did both with an equal intensity that matched his. The bond between them had made it go to another level.

He'd never experienced anything like her before and would do what he had to do to keep her.

Tor kissed the top of her head and breathed in the smell of her hair. He didn't know when he would have the chance to do it again.

His phone started to ring, and he cursed, fumbling for it on the bedside table. It was Von. He shouldn't ignore it.

"What?" he answered, trying to keep his voice low.

"Good morning to you too," Von all but shouted. Someone had clearly not gone to sleep yet. "How is Onsøy?"

"Dead end. All trace of them is gone," Tor replied. Ciara stirred in his arms, her body stretching against his. Tor's hand twitched to pull her closer, to stop her from fleeing.

"I don't think they found anything there. It might be named after Odin, but there's nothing to support that he spent a lot of time in Onsøy," Von replied.

Ciara woke up enough to realize she was curled into Tor. She went stiff and then slowly started to edge away. Tor tried his best to ignore the quick stab of hurt it caused him. She slipped out of bed, and he got a lovely view of her scarred back and perky ass as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Have you found anything useful for us?" Tor asked, sitting up. "Or is this a social chat?"

"Touchy wolf. I wanted to let you know that I heard a reply from my Fenris expert. He's going to go through some rarer copies of the Binding of Fenris stories and see if anything shakes loose."

"Thanks. Hopefully, Varg won't have access to the same versions."

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