Page 47 of Luna Cursed

Ciara tapped away, her frown deepening. "Okay, so according to Google, the deepest place is actually here in Norway. It's a cave system called Pluragrotta. Oh shit, it's connected to a lake, and look at this, Tor. Most of these caves are filled with water." She held up the phone to him, and he scrolled through.

"It also says how dangerous it is to dive and how narrow the passages are. How would Odin get something as big as Fenris into a place like that? That is if it's the right spot," Tor said.

"He's the fucking All-Father, Tor! He could have used magic," Von exclaimed. "For all we know, he might have had another way in that he did with magic. He could have gotten the dwarves to build something. He's Odin, for fuck's sake. I don't know why you can't just ask him. Aren't the wolves meant to be his private army?"

"Doesn't really work like that. Using magic to hide a passageway makes sense. We'll have to go and check it out and see what we can find. Thanks, Von. We really appreciate it," Tor said sincerely.

"You're welcome, handsome. Don't forget you owe me a story about Odin making a recent appearance," Von replied.

"Talk to Layla. She was the one who found his holiday house and stalked him," Ciara chimed in. They hung on Von as he started to make squawking sounds.

Tor went into his Maps app with one hand while he ate with the other. "Looks like Plura Cave is about a fourteen-hour drive away. Maybe we can get Alruna to portal us to a nearby town where we can get a car and some supplies."

"It feels like a pretty slim chance, to be honest. If Von's friend, who is an expert, had to search everywhere for this tiny hint, then what are the chances Varg would be there?" Ciara questioned.

Tor put his phone down. "I don't know. Something about this feels right. I can't explain it."

"Animal instinct?" Ciara asked.

"Maybe. I doubt Askel was the only shaman Varg has under his command, and if he's using magic to guide him, he might end up at the caves sooner rather than later." Tor rubbed at his chest, a ball of unease already forming. "How about we ask Alruna to send a group of elvish hunters to Uppsala, and we check out the caves? I don't want us all to turn up in force if it's a dead end."

Ciara bit her lip. "I won't cave dive. I don't like small spaces, especially if they involve water."

"Agreed. I doubt I'd even fit in some of those passages," Tor replied. He put his empty plate in the sink and turned on the water. Ciara came up behind him and placed her dish beside his, pressing a kiss into his bicep at the same time.

"I can wash up. You cooked," she said, trying to gently push him out of the way.

"I can do both," Tor replied and shot her a teasing smirk. "You can repay me another way."

Ciara's mouth twitched. "Oh, can I?" She slipped her hand down the front of his sweatpants, and he went hard with the first touch of her fingers around his dick.

"Oh gods," he groaned. He needed to not think about the mating frenzy in case he kicked it off. There would be no hunt for Varg, no one and nothing except her.

Ciara took his curses as encouragement. She turned the tap off with her free hand and twisted him about.

"What mischief…fuck," Tor spluttered out as she dropped to her knees right on the kitchen floor.

Ciara pulled his sweatpants down and licked straight down his cock. Holy gods. A small part of Tor knew that the kitchen probably wasn't the place for it, but he'd be damned if he could stop. He threaded his fingers through her silky black hair, the sight of her taking him into her plush little mouth was almost too much.

"Fuck, you're going to ruin me," he gasped, his dick hitting the back of her soft throat.

Ciara pulled off. "That's the idea. Why do you want me to stop?" she asked, the sweetness of her tone totally ruined by the devil in her eyes.

"Never, ever stop," Tor replied, his voice ragged with need.

Ciara stroked his pre-cum down his shaft, the slippery friction making him want to blow too soon. She sucked him back down, and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

He could smell how wet she was, and it drove him even madder. His grip tightened in her hair, and he began to fuck her mouth like he had always dreamed about. She gagged on him a few times but didn't pull away or show any signs of slowing. He wanted to fill her pretty mouth, but not as much as he wanted to be inside her.

Tor pulled himself free and picked Ciara up, making her yelp in surprise as he dropped her on the counter. Tor ripped open the flannel shirt so he could see her beautiful tits and pressed her down against the timber surface.

"Gods, Tor, get inside of me," she begged, spreading her legs so he could see how wet and ready she was for him.

Tor let out a strangled sound of need, gripped her hips, and guided himself into all of her soft, wet heaven. He leaned down and kissed her breasts, his teeth digging into her pretty pink nipples. Ciara hissed at the sharp sting, her back arching up and pussy clenching around him.

A part of Tor had always worried she would try and kill him one day, and he decided that this was definitely the way he wanted to go. He fucked her hard, unable to hold back the wild urgency to take and claim screaming through his veins.

Ciara's eyes were hazed with pleasure, her short pants and sounds encouraging him to go harder and deeper. Tor grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. Ciara's nails scored the counter under her as she cried out the sweetest scream of release he had ever heard.

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