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Tor's body burned. He pulled his shirt off and dropped his jeans. Heknewshe would run. It was like she couldn't help herself and had to make everything a fight. It was one of the things he liked about her.

Tor grinned, his mouth filling with fangs, and the wolf burst free from his skin. She might want to play games, but he wasn't in the mood to play fair. The day had been one long anxiety-fuelled nightmare, and he needed the release.

Ciara's trail headed straight into the forest. He followed it, not hurrying, wanting her to think she was getting a head start. He could have followed the trail of her arousal alone. She knew exactly what was going to happen when she got caught.

Tor began to trot, weaving through the trees and picking up his pace. He was eager for her. Had beenburningfor her all damn day.

After she had fought for him, he was almost mad because of his need for her. The fierce and feared Wolf Slayer had claimed him.Him.

Tor couldn't get over it. He wouldn't. It didn't matter that she would need to be convinced. He would have her because no one else would ever be able to satisfy him. He wanted her vicious heart, and he would fight to get it.

Ciara was headed for Alfheimstod. Maybe she was thinking if she made it to Layla, that she would be safe. Nowhere was going to be safe for her. He would hunt her to the ends of the earth until she submitted to him.

Ciara was standing in a glade, glancing around like she could sense him coming. Tor circled her, sticking to the shadows. Her face went alert. She knew she was being stalked. Tor shifted and pounced on her from behind.

Ciara was lightning quick, ducking and throwing him over her shoulder and to the ground. Tor stared up at her. She looked wild in the moonlight, her inky hair a tangle of shadows, blue eyes glowing.

"Is that all you got, Wolf Slayer?" he asked, grinning up at her. "Why do you always want to fight me instead of just asking me to fuck you?"

Tor expected her to take advantage of him being down to throw some kicks in and take off again.

"Where's the fun in that?" she replied. She launched herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

"I'm going to fuck you, but I'm not going to mate you," she growled against his lips.

"Not tonight, but you will. It's inevitable, bunny. We belong together, and you fucking know it," Tor replied. He pulled her shirt and bra over her head, rolled her, and dragged off her boots and jeans. She was stunning. Every part of her.

"I can wait until you're begging to be my mate, Ciara Ironwood. I will hunt you and fuck you and hunt you again until you finally submit to me. I won't stop until you accept what you are."

Ciara snarled wordlessly at him. Her legs locked around his waist, and she rolled him until she was back on top.

Tor laughed softly and bit her bottom lip. "You take what you want, just like an alpha should."

"Compliment me all you want. I'm still not mating you," Ciara replied. She grabbed his dick and pressed it to her wet entrance. "This is all I want from you right now."

Tor took a handful of hair and pulled her head back. His teeth dragged down her neck. "Be mean all you want. I like that about you too."

Ciara whimpered and lowered herself onto his dick. Tor grabbed her hip with his other hand and pulled her down fast enough to make her gasp. Her nails were tearing into his chest and shoulders, and it felt so damn good. Everything with her always did.

Ciara rocked her hips, riding him, taking what she wanted. Tor let her. He kissed her, teeth and tongues locked in their own kind of battle. She was just as feral as he was. She was everything.

Tor bent his head so he could lick and bite at her perfect, perky breasts. Ciara's hands were buried in his hair, holding him to her and crying out when he bit down. Her whole body trembled with power, and Tor opened the bond between them.

They both gasped, swamped with feeling the other's pleasure. If this was what it was like with a normal bond, he couldn't imagine what an actual mating bond would do to him.

"Fuck, Tor," Ciara panted, and she shook with release, her inner walls gripping him tight and flooding him with warmth. Tor didn't give her a second to catch her breath. He pressed her back into the soft moss, lifted her gorgeous hips, and drove into her.

Tor would never forget her blissed-out expression, the moonlight pouring over her as he took her. It was primal. Nothing would ever be so right as that moment.

Fuck, I'm so in love with you,he thought and bit his tongue so he wouldn't say it out loud. The wolf in him roared to mark and mate her. He released her hips and put his hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

Ciara kissed him, her legs locking around his lower back and hanging on. She looked up at him and very deliberately bared her neck to him.Surrender.

Tor came at the sight, unable to hold it back. He buried his face in her shoulder, his fangs begging to sink into her.

Ciara's fingers buried in his hair, her lips pressing into the crown of his head. He dragged her into his arms, sitting back to get her off the cold ground. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her swollen lips.

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