Page 45 of Luna Cursed

His hand gently cupped her pussy and dipped a finger inside. Ciara's leg went around his waist, angling her hips so he could slide further in.

"That's a good point," she gasped. He slipped in another finger, working her open, making her bones turn to liquid. She was about to come when he flipped her, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. Her aching breasts were pressing into the cold tiles, and he pulled her hips up and slid his cock inside of her.

"Fucking hell," she groaned, her entire body expanding to make room for him.

Tor chuckled, a gorgeously smug male sound that had her clenching around him.

"My beautiful Wolf Slayer," he growled in her ear. His hands stroked down her slick back. "I'm never going to get enough of you."

He thrust slowly and deep into her, making her rise up on her tiptoes. He clamped an arm around her waist, lifting her up off her toes altogether and making her cry out. He was so deep, she could feel him everywhere, and the bond blew open again. She felt his joy and wonder at being inside of her, and under that, she could sense the feral need he had for her.

"You've been holding back on me," Ciara said, bracing herself against the tiles.

Tor kissed her wet shoulder. "I don't want to break my bunny. The beast in me will always want to take and take. I want to undo you, keep you right here at my mercy."

He changed his angle, and Ciara just about started speaking in tongues. Tor took that as a sign to hit her in the same spot again and harder.

"Oh gods, I'm going to black out with pleasure if you keep doing that," she warned.

Tor tightened his grip on her. "I won't let you fall."

Too late for that, Ciara thought and then cried out as her orgasm blew her brains out.

"Gods, that sound undoes me every time. I fucking love it," Tor said, his voice full of awe. He held her tight enough to bruise and thrust deeply another two times before filling her.

Ciara would die of this feeling. She'd never been so close to another person and still felt like it wasn't enough. Her legs were trembling when Tor released her and washed her again. She was in a complete daze as he dried her off and carried her to bed.

Tor pulled her into his heat and strength, wrapping her in comfortable silence and making her feel so protected and safe. It was something she never thought she would ever feel again.

It's okay for you to give a shit about a man that's not me,Lachie's voice drifted back to her.

It was true that Ciara hadn't cared for any man that she wasn't related to. She was trained to analyze risk, and it always seemed like too much of a big one. She lived a dangerous life that she wouldn't give up.

She knew what it was like to lose people violently and never wanted to inflict that onto another person or have to try and live through it again.

Ciara wrapped an arm around Tor and listened to his heartbeat. "I can't lose you."

"You won't," Tor replied like he knew every worry going through her head. "We go after Varg as a team and get the family involved. We aren't going to do it alone. If I have my way, you'll never be doing anything alone again."

Ciara bit his chest. "Don't be so possessive."

"Rich coming from the woman who actually fought to the death to be in my bed tonight," Tor replied, his laugh a deep rumble in his chest.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" Ciara sighed.

Tor kissed the top of her head. "Not while I'm still breathing."

"Monster."

"Keep calling me names, and I'm going to fall in love with you," Tor threatened.

Ciara started to laugh. "You're not okay in the head, are you?"

"Not when it comes to you, bunny." Tor kissed the top of her head. "And I don't want to be cured."

24

The next morning Tor was cooking steak and eggs and wondering if he should follow up with the wolves and Von. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't stay in his cabin shagging Ciara while Varg was still out there. They needed a plan. He needed to head back to Uppsala at least and see if any of the cult were still there.

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