Page 55 of Luna Cursed

Tor nipped up the side of her neck and dragged his sharp teeth over her ear. "Oh, bunny, I'm going to make sure you feel me for the next week."

Ciara scratched her nails down his sides, and his control snapped. He lifted her up, gripped her ass tight, and fucked hard into her. Ciara laughed breathlessly, her body racing to meet his, thrust for thrust. Tor pulled her into his lap, but didn't let her take over for a second, dragging her hips up and fucking her onto his dick. She kissed him, her teeth scraping his lips hard enough that she tasted blood. Tor growled, an absolute feral sound, and grabbed her hair in a tight grip.

"Be careful where you sink those teeth or I might do some biting of my own," he warned her. Ciara stretched out her neck to him, and he groaned. "Don't. I can't yet, and I want to so badly."

Tor sucked the spot between her neck and shoulder instead; the thrumming ache of it ran through her, and she cried out. Tor lifted his mouth from her and drove up deeper into her. It was her turn to bite into him, her cries smothered into his shoulder.

"That's it, beloved, bite me as hard as you want. Oh, fuck, Ciara." Tor's words stuttered as she clamped her teeth down hard. His ecstasy smashed through the bond, and they were both coming, their pleasure tangled together so Ciara didn't know what was hers and what was his.

"I love you," she panted against him, unable to let him go.

Tor's arms clamped around her, holding her as close as they could get. "I love you too."

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The drive back out to the campsite was dark and chaotic. The storm had turned parts of it to mud and blown branches down over it.

Ciara had spent the night wrapped around Tor, waiting for the dawn. There had been no point in trying to sleep for a few hours, so she had cuddled into him and listened to his heartbeat while the rain had lashed the windows.

Whatever happened next, the fight with Morrigan's generals and their followers would finally be over. If they survived, Ciara wanted a holiday. A long one.

They found the spot where they had parked the day before, and Tor turned off the car.

"You ready for this, bunny?" Tor asked, his eyes full of wolf.

"I've been training for a fight against an army of wolves my entire life, sweetheart," Ciara tossed back at him. "It's you I'm worried about."

Tor laughed and kissed her hard. "I might just surprise you."

Ciara didn't doubt it for a second. She wanted to see him really unleash. That would be a sight.

Ciara texted Imogen to let her know they were in place. Almost instantly, a dark portal appeared at the edge of the forest, and Imogen and Arawan emerged from it. Both were wearing armor and looked like they could take on a wolf army on their own.

"Here you are, cousin. Something to keep your hide safe and sound," Imogen said, passing her a bag and placing a smacking kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks for coming, the both of you," Ciara said with a respectful nod at Arawan.

His smile was as sharp as a dagger. "Thank you for giving the Hunt a chance to stretch its legs."

Ciara's eyebrows shot up. "The Hunt?"

"Don't worry about that. Go get your gear on so we can get this show on the road," Imogen said. She looked over at Tor. "You. I want to talk to you."

"Play nice, Gen."

Arawan laughed. "She knows how to do that?"

Ciara left them to argue and went to see what Imogen had brought her. It looked like one of their hunting suits, but it was easier to get on, and the fabric felt odd. She couldn't quite figure out what it was until she did up the zip and felt a magic shield lock into place.

"What in the gods'…"

"Good, isn't it? Charlotte has been tinkering again. This is a prototype," Imogen said, coming around the side of the Jeep. "It doesn't feel like your insides are getting squished into shapewear either."

"You went back to Ireland to get this for me? I'm touched," Ciara said.

Imogen shrugged. "It was nothing. Besides, you're the best person to test it out. We've all been worried about you."

"You have?"

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