Page 22 of Luna Cursed

"You think your fangs are sharp enough to take me on?" he asked, firming his stance in case she attacked.

"Stop picking a fight with me, or you're going to find out, wolf." Ciara's lip lifted in a slight sneer. "Maybe we should finally get it out of the way. I think I'll have you stuffed when I'm done. You would look good mounted on my wall."

"Yeah? I think you would look good mounted on my dick," Tor snapped back before his common sense could think it through.

"You did not just say that," she said, her face turning even redder. He could smell her arousal again, and he was done for.

"I did. Maybe you need a good fucking to get that stick out of your ass," Tor teased.

Ciara exploded, moving faster than a human should, and swung a fist at him. Tor grabbed her hand, but she twisted, breaking his grip as she swiped out a leg and tried to trip him up. He grunted as the blow connected, but he didn't fall, only staggered backward. She was up and out of his reach in a flash.

"Looks like you got a bit of strength with the healing abilities I gave you," he chuckled. She had her hands up, ready to go again.

"You keep pushing me, and I'll make you regret ever saving my life," she panted with a feral grin that hit him straight in the dick.

"Back down, bunny, I'm warning you. I'm trying to be a good wolf right now, and you're not making it easy," he growled.

"Oh, a warning. My knees are trembling."

"You're only going to get one, so listen closely. You play Viking games, you're going to win Viking prizes," Tor said and smiled viciously. "Come at me again, and the next time I get you pinned, Ciara, I'll pull those tight jeans down and fuck you so hard you scream. Understand?"

Ciara's mouth had dropped open, and her pupils blew out. Tor was about to ask if she got the message when she attacked him again.

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All of Ciara's common sense had fled. She had registered Tor's threat, and her body had responded by striking first. Her fist whipped out and slammed him in the sternum.

Tor groaned, and then it was a struggle of feet, fists, and flesh, and Ciara was dragged to the carpet. She snarled and swore, but Tor was bigger and stronger. He had her on her stomach, his hand around the back of her neck, pinning her down.

"You had to push me, didn't you?" he snarled by her ear. Ciara's whole body broke out in goosebumps as he held her firm. "I told you what would happen, and you still did it." His hand slid under the back of her shirt, the touch of his skin against hers overwhelming her. The bond between them throbbed, and she could have cried with how good it felt.

"You knew what you were doing. Does that mean youwantme to follow through with my threat?" he asked, his body caging her in. "Better squeak, bunny. I'm losing my remaining shred of restraint."

"Yes," she admitted into the carpet, her face burning.

Tor emitted a feral sound right before his hands tore open her jeans and dragged them down to her knees. He didn't let her kick them off the rest of the way, the fabric keeping her legs tied up.

Tor muttered something in Norwegian and then tore the back of her shirt in two, her bra popping open and exposing her back. Ciara couldn't move, couldn't participate; she could do nothing but lie there and take whatever he wanted to do to her. It was so hot, her pussy grew wet, and he'd barely touched her.

Warm breath tickled the back of her exposed neck, and a hot kiss was pressed into her spine. Ciara trembled but stayed still as Tor kissed and licked all the way down the curve of her spine.

"Fuck, your skin tastes so good," he groaned against her lower back. Ciara didn't have time to tell him how weird that was when he pulled her hips up and licked her pussy. The heat of his mouth made her gasp, her body trying to lurch forward. Tor only pulled back and held her in place, his mouth returning to her to taste and lick.

"Oh god, I don't think I can take this," she panted.

"You can and you will," he replied, sliding a finger into her. "You're so hot and tight. I'll have to get you good and wet before I can get inside you, bunny."

Ciara cried out as his mouth joined his hand, teasing and pleasuring her until her hands gripped the carpet, desperate to hang onto something.

The tip of his tongue swirled over her clit as he added a second finger and thrust into her. She could die from the feelings bombarding her, parts of her held down tight as others were spread and worked open.

"I knew you would be like this, fighting every step of the way, needing to be pushed into giving in to what you want. I can smell this sweet pussy in my dreams. It haunts me every time you get wet in my presence," Tor said, his words curling around her and making her squirm. She knew she should be horrified that she would never be able to hide it from him, but it just made her hotter.

Tor's stubble grazed roughly over her sensitive clit, making her brain haze in a mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers curled inside her, his tongue flicking over her, and she came with a surprised cry. Hot, wet heat flooded her. She was shaking when he moved his fingers from her.

"Look at you, so soaked, you're dripping with it," he said, deep voice tinged with awe.

The only warning Ciara got was a brush of the broad tip of his dick against her pussy, and then he pressed inside her. Ciara gasped, the air knocking out of her lungs. She tried to widen her legs, but her jeans prevented it. He was so big, she felt like she couldn't possibly take all of him.

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