Chapter 24
As they reformedon the castle portico, Týr instinctively sensed that it was the early hours of the morning, despite the darkness.
“Whoa, this sucks. From heat to biting cold,” Kira grumbled, her breath a white fog as she exhaled, clutching the sheathed jambiya in her hand.
Smiling, Týr inhaled a deep, refreshing, icy lungful of air and reluctantly let her step from his arms. She made no move to hurry indoors. Instead, she looked up at the sky. He did, too. The stars appeared like glitter scattered across a navy background, the pale moonlight turning the snowy, winter wonderland into shades of silvery blue…so different from the heat and purple darkness of Wrath’s world.
Kira sighed and shivered, her shoulders sagging, exhaustion almost pulling her to her knees.
“C’mon, my deadly rainbow. Let’s get you to bed.” Týr swung her into his arms and willed the huge front door open. With no grumbles that she could walk on her own, she yawned and rested her head on his shoulder, her warm breath coasting his skin in a caress.
He stepped into the quiet foyer, the door shutting softly behind them. After the ruckus of Stygia, the silence resonated real loud. Hopefully, the females didn’t sense them. Kira needed to rest before she faced life again and handle her new reality.
She stirred as he headed up the stairs. “I should call Gran.”
“It’s early hours, let her sleep. I’ll send her a text that we’re back, and we’ll see her later in the day.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For everything. And for coming after me especially to that realm.”
His lips brushed her brow. “You are my heart,elska. I would go to the ends of any world for you.”
“What does that word mean?”
“Love.”
Her eyes misted. And she hugged him tightly as he made his way toward the corridor to their quarters. “I’m glad Tomas agreed to go with Riley. At least I know he’ll be safe and out of the alleys.
“Hell, I’m grateful I don’t have him targeting me with a bullseye every night,” he countered.
“You? A big, bad warrior, afraid of a child?” She huffed out a tired laugh.
“What? You think I shouldn’t be? He warned that he’s all grown up. Hell, he could trip me while on patrol, injure me.”
“You’re hopeless.”
He smiled and kissed her.
“Uh, Týr—” Kira pulled her mouth free, wariness creeping into her expression. “I know you have to report to Michael about the children we rescued. And you can tell him everything else, too—about me. I have nothing to hide. But he may not want me coming here, considering who my father is.”
As if he’d let that happen. “The Sins aren’t demons, Kira. They’re a different entity altogether. Where Wrath resides doesn’t make you one of the dark species. Unlike Riley. His mother was demon, yours human.”
Her lips curved in relief. “Thank God. I wouldn’t want to be away from my friends and Hedori. Oh, your poor face.” She gently stroked his aching jaw.
“Don’t care.” Yeah, the bruises ached like a bitch, but he breathed. And those fuckers were dead, the arena flattened.
Týr willed the door to his quarters open, shutting it behind them, and made his way toward the bed. He kissed her again. At first, it was a need to know that they were finally back home and that he had his mate in his arms.
This new normal would be amazing. Even if his bond with Kira were one forged in the dark and brutal world of her sire’s, where he’d bared his soul to her. She’d seen him at his worst and stood by him still. She’d been his anchor in a cruel storm.
Then her tongue touched his, slipping into his mouth in a sensual caress, and his thoughts scattered like smoke. She could do that so easily.
The sheathed jambiya dropped to the floor. He let her slide down his body, every curvy inch pressed against him, and his mind started to spin. Words weren’t necessary. In her eyes, he saw the same need that burned in him.
With frantic movements, he pulled off her clothes and she his, their lips performing a lot of breaking off and resealing. As he straightened from kicking off his pants, her warm body hit his, taking him down to the bed. He wanted his hands, his mouth, his tongue all over her, but right now, it was his desperation to be inside her that won.
He slipped his hands between her thighs and stroked her cleft, flicking her clit. Her breath hitched and she shuddered. He flipped her to her back. Her thighs spread, and he settled between them and braced on his arms to press the head of his cock into her. With another firm push, he penetrated her tight opening.
A soft sigh escaped her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he slid deeper into her. A groan of pure, blissful torment tore out of him.
