Page 36 of Luna Cursed

Arne must have come back because Layla was gone, and Lachie had crashed in the other guest room.

Instead of going to the fridge, Ciara walked out of the door and down the hall. She lifted her hand to tap on Tor's door when it opened. He looked tired and tousled. He didn't say anything, just made a small gesture with his head for her to come in.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better now," he replied. "Come on, bedtime. Don't make me carry you."

"I…okay."

There was no point arguing when she was the one who showed up on his doorstep. Again.

Tor lay down on his massive king-size bed and pulled her down beside him.

"Don't worry, I won't count this as cuddling either," he said.

Ciara smiled in the dark and wriggled into his side. "Good. This is purely to help you heal up. Can't have you going into battle hurt."

"Sure, bunny. Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep better."

Ciara curled her leg over his and heard his breath catch. "Sweet dreams," she whispered.

Tor leaned down and kissed her. "Stop teasing me, you terror."

Ciara chuckled softly, placed her head on his chest, and was asleep in minutes.

19

"I think you should stay in Oslo," Tor told Ciara the next day. They were drinking coffee in his kitchen after the best night's sleep Ciara had had in ages.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. You want me, your only witness, to stay behind in Oslo and let you go and face a bunch of surly wolves by yourself? When we know Varg has supporters there? And you are hurt?" Ciara lowered her cup and stared directly into his gray eyes. "Over my dead body."

Tor let out a frustrated growl. "It might come to that. Wolves hate outsiders."

"You really think I care? We need to stop Varg. I don't care if I make them uncomfortable." Ciara put her empty cup in his sink. Tor was behind her in a blink, his arms coming around her.

"What if I ask you to stay really nicely?" he purred into her ear.

Goosebumps broke out along her arms. "Answer is still no. I'm not letting you go alone."

"Worried about me?"

"You wish," she replied and jumped when he nipped at the side of her neck. "Careful playing those games, wolf. You are still recovering from yesterday and are in no condition to give me what I need."

Tor ran a hand under her shirt and stroked her stomach. "All depends on what you need?"

"Patience. No matter how much you feel me up, I will not change my mind. I'm going to get ready. I suggest you do the same," Ciara replied. She tried to slip out of his grasp, but he held on. His other hand snaked around her throat and made her head tip back.

"Just one taste," he said, leaning over her to press his mouth against hers. He was coffee and pine-scented warmth, and Ciara melted back into him. She didn't know how stressful the day was going to be, and being kissed was an excellent way to take her mind off things.

Tor's hand stroked down her stomach and under the hem of her sleep shorts. She should stop things before they got too out of hand. Tor cupped her pussy with his big hand, and she trembled against him. All thoughts of stopping vanished.

Ciara pressed back into him and moaned into his mouth as his fingers slipped through her arousal and toyed with her clit. Oh, gods, it wasn't fair how quickly he could undo her. He pressed a finger inside of her, and she thrust against him.

"Fuck, Ciara, you're going to ruin me. You're so hot and wet," Tor growled. "I'm never going to resist."

Ciara's vision hazed, and she clung to his arm, hard enough to leave nail marks. "Tor, don't stop, please I'm…"

"I know, sweet bunny. I have you. Come for me, let me watch," Tor replied, adding another finger. He did something with his thumb, and Ciara's orgasm hit her like a slap, an embarrassing gasp escaping her lips as sparks danced in front of her eyes.

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