“Perfect.” The word rumbled out in a low growl against her core, stroking her passion like a flame. “Now I have this delicious part of you exactly where I want.”
He lightly ran his tongue over her aching flesh, lashing her with little flicks and sensual nips. Desire thrummed deeper, pleasure holding her mind captive.
But positioned this way, she couldn’t press her clit into his mouth. He controlled every movement. And she desperately needed the push, neededhim. Her fingers dug into his abs instead. “Týr, please…”
“You beg me so well,” he teased, his voice rough. He slid a finger into her sensitive sheath. Her inner muscles tightened, her body tensed as he thrust in and out.So close—so close. As he pushed another finger into her, working her core with his digits, his mouth covered her aching clit, and he tugged hard on her flesh with his teeth. Her orgasm exploded, hauling her into a place where nothing existed but unbelievable pleasure and him…
Breathing hard, her body boneless, Týr moved her down his torso and settled her half over him again. “Maybe now you can sleep.” A teasing smile tugged at his mouth.
Too dazed to think clearly, Kira pressed her heated face to his chest. If he could do that with just his mouth and hands…she couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his body. But first, another longing burned deeper, the need to touch him as intimately as he had her—to caress this immortal who wanted her.
Kira straddled him once more, but lower this time, over his thighs. He arched a brow. She merely smiled and kissed his belly button, his fingers tangled in her hair. As she trailed her lips down his hard abs, her chin bumped something hard. The head of his sex pushed past the edge of his waistband.
Meeting his searing gaze, Kira eased his sweats to his thighs.
At the sheer size of him, she blinked. Heck, he was a big guy at six-eight, and his sex was proportionate to his size, deliciously long, thick, and so damn tempting. Unable to resist him, she wrapped her fingers around his heavy length and licked the head of his cock.
He cursed and grasped her hair, holding her still. “Kira, you don’t have to do this now. The stars know I want you so damn bad, have for so long, but this can wait until you’re healed.”
“My back’s hurt, not my mouth.”
Amusement curved his lips.
“I…wanted you for just as long as you’ve wanted me.” She ran her thumb over the crown of his cock, spreading the pre-cum there. He lost the smile.
His stare gold with desire. Kira lowered her head and ran her tongue along his length. His fingers threaded through her hair and tightened. “Then stop fucking around with my dick and put it in your mouth.”
Kira laughed before taking him deep, her tongue sliding over the silky skin wrapped around his steely length. She squeezed the inches of him she couldn’t reach, her other hand gently massaging his heavy balls.
“Fuck, Kira,” he groaned. She would have smiled were her mouth not busy. Heck, she liked making him crazed with lust. She worked him, tightening her lips around his thickness and sucking with firm pulls.
“You’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours—wait.” Týr grasped her head, holding her still, his big body gone motionless. “I’ll be right back.”
He shifted her off him and rose. His features hard.
How did he do it? Switch from being consumed with passion to possessing this dead-cold demeanor? Kira snatched her discarded nightshirt from the floor, dragged it on, and then rushed after him as he padded barefoot to the front door and opened it. The sounds of the whining winds drifted to her.
He stood there in the frame, blocking her view.
“What is it?” She put a hand on his board-straight back and looked around him. It had started to snow again. “You think the shadow found us?” she whispered.
“I don’t sense anything. If it does, make no mistake, I will kill it.” His tone that of a ruthless killer. “It’s probably just the winds causing the noise.”
A faint whine reached her ear. “It sounds like an animal…” She peered into the swirling snow and spotted a black bundle stumbling near the bottom step. “Oh, no. Týr—” She tugged at his arm. “It’s a pup.”
“No.” He pushed her back inside. “Its mother will come looking for it, and I’m not in the mood to fight off wild dogs.”
The small, trembling furball hit the bottom step. It pitched out another pitiful wail. The pup lurched away, bumping into a pile of forgotten firewood.
“Týr, we can’t just leave it. If its mother comes, we can let it go then.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the pup.
“Týr!” She smacked his back. “We can’t abandon the little thing in this weather.”
Growling, he raised his head heavenward as if pleading for answers, then with bare feet, he stepped onto the snow-covered deck and loped down the steps.
Now that he wasn’t there to block the cold—aw, crap! Kira hastily wrapped her arms around her waist as the icy air stole whatever warmth she’d gained from Týr’s sexy body. He tried to grab the pup, but it scurried backward.
