"Suck me, Thora."
For a moment, she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. His chuckle told her the surprise registered clearly on her face.
"What? You want me to…?"
"Yes. Take me in your mouth and suck me."
The idea left her shocked, yet strangely giddy at the same time. Her gaze fell once more to his hard cock, inches from her face. His heady, musky scent surrounded her, leaving her with the sensation she'd just drank several horns of ale.
With a deep breath, she once more enclosed his shaft in her hand, leaning forward, now eager to please him. Eager to learn his taste. The wanton feelings added to the chaos in her body, and her apprehension vanished on a wisp. Closing her eyes, she darted her tongue out, lightly licking the tip of his cock. A low moan echoed around her. His sound of delight intensified her lust and she found his earthy flavor almost enjoyable. She parted her lips and slid her mouth around his tip. His fingers once again fisted in her hair, urging her to take him further in. She obliged, finding the hot flesh filling her with a strangely wicked delight. Using her tongue to slide along his length, she sucked hard, rewarded with his harsh shout. His cock thickened still more. She gave another pull, using her fingers to cup and stroke his balls. A violent quiver swept over him and Thora found her pussy slickened and heated even more with the knowledge that she had brought him to this state. She continued to stroke and suck, finding a rhythm that kept him trembling and groaning under her touch.
Another shout and he erupted in her mouth, Taken by surprise, she attempted to pull away, but Ari held her firmly in place. She swallowed, his salty seed almost filling her mouth faster than she could keep up. When he finally stopped, breathing heavily, his shaft softening in her mouth, he released his hold on her head. She pulled back, licking her lips and shivering at the echo of his taste on her tongue.
"You are a delight, Thora."
His hands curled around her upper arms, hauling her up and against him, devouring her mouth with a bruising kiss. The cave seemed to spin, her fingers curling into his shoulders, looking for something with which to steady herself. Didn't matter. The tempest engulfed her and her awareness narrowed to his mouth on hers and the corresponding throb in her sex.
Finally, Ari broke the kiss and Thora sucked in several heavy breaths, still leaning heavily against him. His musky scent teased her nose, intensifying the trace of the flavor of his seed on her tongue. She forced her eyes to open, only to find him studying her as usual.
"Come."
He turned her and for the first time she noted the furs spread across the cave floor along the wall. When had he done that? She gave a glance to where the wolves lay, both clearly asleep. Her awareness returned to focus on Ari as he guided her to the bed he'd prepared. She slid into the soft pelts, turning to her side to watch as he followed. Her entire body seemed to ache with need.
He raised himself up on one arm, reaching out to cup her cheek with his other hand. Just that simple contact intensified the longing. Judging from the gleam in his eye, he intended that reaction. A moment later, he pulled her across his chest, his arms encircling her, holding her tight against him. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling sharply. The feel of his body engulfing hers left her senses in disarray. The contradiction between his intentional coldness and warm moments like these left her confused, yet fully aware of the ferocity of his need. For her. She knew it instinctively, for it matched her own yearning.
What had happened in only a mere handful of days that she wanted to give herself over to the control of a man, to let him lead her on a journey that only they two would understand? She'd fled her home to avoid an unwanted marriage and now here she was, wanting to stay with this man forever, even after only knowing him a few short days. No, not short days. Long days that took over all sense of her past, as if she'd never known a time without him. How could this be? She didn't want to be beholden to any man. Yes, she owed Ari a debt, and yes, she knew very well how his claims of repayment went far beyond acceptable. That she allowed him to take advantage gave her the satisfaction of knowing she maintained control as well, and perhaps better than he did. Without her virginity, she had no value her father could place on her, and she now held the right to make her own life decisions.
Still, the desire to let Ari make those decisions grew ever stronger and troubled her more than she cared to admit. The constant to and fro of her wants and needs left her head near spinning. She needed to stop dwelling on her dilemma. Her head ached at the thought of trying to decipher what the gods meant when she knew they would reveal all to her when it was time for her to know. Still, she longed for the chance to plead for relief from the tempest that refused to give her true peace. Would a sacrifice such as she might be capable of making be enough to sway their compassion?
She frowned. Likely not.
The troubling thoughts scattered like ashes on the wind when Ari rose above her, spreading her thighs, his cock once again hard and straight.
***
Ari woke with a start, the haunting tendrils of a frightening dream leaving him gasping for breath. Little of the dream remained, but instinct told him it related to his upcoming victory. In his now tight embrace, Thora protested and squirmed. He let loose a deep heaving breath, her warmth soothing, even as he sought to recall his dream.
Nothing came clear, except a shadowy image. A woman. Thora? The vision was cloaked in a thick grey fog. Somehow, though he couldn't be sure exactly he how, he knew her time walking Midgard approached its end. Once more he hugged Thora tighter. He wouldn't allow that. Surely there was more to his dream, something to confirm or deny his fears.
The shift of her head against his shoulder drew his gaze to hers, open wide and intent on him. Heat slithered over his skin, the simmering fire having little to do with the rapid increase of temperature. She slid her tongue along her lower lip and the half-rational thoughts baffling him vanished as desire took control.
A deep groan shook from him the moment before he took her mouth, sliding his tongue deep, as if somehow claiming her as his. Her fingers dug into his arms, the sharp prick of her nails another torment to his lust-clouded thoughts. The brief suspicion she was sent from Loki to trick him into some ill-fated turn skittered away as he tore his mouth from hers and slid his mouth along her cheek to the underside of her jaw.
The high-pitched sounds escaping her told him how his touch excited her and thrilled him further, his cock hard and hot and seeking her cleft, only inches away. Somehow, he pulled hard on the reins of his desire, knowing he wanted to savor her, taste her, in every way possible.
With a quick flip so she lay beneath him, he meandered his way along her throat, nipping and licking as she arched her head back, her fingers now tightening in his hair. He welcomed the way the tug brought his awareness to greater heights, still, he wanted her helpless and pleading beneath him. With a deep breath, he pulled himself away and reached for his belt.
The firelight revealed both disbelief and excitement to her dark eyes. "Why?"
"Because I would not have your touch distract me."
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. "Not fair! You claim I owe you a debt, yet you won't let me repay it."
He paused, staring hard at her, then grabbed her wrists and held them together with one hand, wrapping the leather around them. She tugged, but the effort seemed half-hearted. He suspected she liked being under his control, much as her fiery nature might protest. He pulled her face close to his.
"You are repaying it. On my terms. Not yours."
"The day will come when you will repay me. On my terms."
