Page 54 of Luna Cursed

Ciara's heart sped up. "Maybe? Obviously not right this second, but maybe one day? If we both want it?"

"I didn't hear a no in there, so I'll take it as a win. You should say yes. It would make me feel better," he said, tilting his head back to stare at her with his big gray eyes.

"And I would've felt better if you had said anything after I told you I loved you this morning, but you didn't, so here we are," Ciara said and instantly wished she could take it back.

Confusion clouded his beautiful face. "You were serious?"

"What do you think? You're the only man I've said I love you to besides my bother, and you said nothing back!"

Tor was on his feet in a flash, moving in front of the shower doors so she couldn't escape. "I wasn't sure if you actually meant it or if it was just because you were coming so hard, you didn't know what you were saying."

"I've never come hard enough to let a random 'I love you' come out," Ciara argued.

"You said, 'I think I love you.' It was the 'I think' part that made me question whether you were serious or not." Tor tucked her wet hair behind her ear. "I want to mate you, Ciara Fiadh Ironwood. Do you really think I would want to do that if I didn't also love you?"

"How am I meant to know? Wolves mate for strength. Love has never been mentioned."

Tor took her hand and placed it over his heart. "You're going to talk everything in circles. Feel."

Ciara was about to ask what he was on about when the bond blew open between them. It was clearer than it had ever been, and she felteverything.

There was the immense alpha power he didn't show anyone, his worry for his sister, but most of all, there was a thrumming, burning ache of love for her. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe, make her smile, and make love to her under the stars. It was like her whole psyche was being enveloped in his joy and longing and how she felt like home to him.

Ciara placed her head on the groove of his chest and sobbed. She couldn't hold it in and didn't even try. "I love you too," she said.

Tor's arms came around her. "I know. I can feel it as well. I know you're scared, and that's okay too. I want to make you mine, but I'm content to wait until you're ready to accept it."

Ciara went up on her tiptoes and kissed him deeply. She might have a battle ahead and the worry of her turning, but she also hadthisto fight for. It was going to make it worth it.

"You are going to make me beg when the time comes, aren't you?" she said, smiling up at him.

"You can count on it."Tor grinned, as charming as the devil, and carried her out of the shower. He toweled them both off before laying her out on the bed and staring at her. "You are so damn lovely, you know that?"

"Is it because of all my scars?" Ciara teased lightly. She really didn't know how to take a compliment at the best of times.

"It's your scars and your sweet freckles and delicious lines. It's everything," Tor said, leaning down to kiss the skin over her thrumming heart. "And it's all mine, to lick and taste and cherish."

Ciara threaded her hands into his hair as his mouth moved over the curve of her breast. He stroked and teased, mapping her entire body with his mouth.

Their love making had always been so intense and frantic that this gentleness was unraveling her in a whole new way. Ciara fell into the sensation of being loved, she could feel it humming through the bond that he had left wide open. Her whole body was aching to have him on top of her, inside of her. She needed him.

Tor chuckled softly. "We'll get there. Let me have my fill of you. You taste so fucking good."

Ciara was so wound up that his tongue on her core almost made her leap off the bed. Tor's big hand stretched over her waist, pinned her down, and pressed his tongue inside of her.

Ciara's legs tightened around his shoulders, trying to find something to hang onto as he feasted on her until she crashed through her first orgasm in a shuddering cry.

Tor kissed the inside of her thigh in a sucking bruise that would leave his mark on her. For some reason, it made Ciara whimper with want. She wanted him to mark her, to claim her. She didn't want another wolf's teeth marks on her. She only wanted his.

Tor slid up her body. "Don't worry, bunny. When I claim you as my mate, everyone is going to know about it."

"Is that so? You have to convince me to mate you first," she said, her teasing turning into a groan as he thrust deep inside of her. She was so wet that there was no resistance, just him filling her up and making her feel whole.

"You feel like home," she said, not realizing she had said it aloud.

Tor brushed her hair from her face. "You feel like home too, and I'm never going to let you go no matter what happens."

Ciara rolled her hips. "Make me believe it. Make me feel how much you want me."

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