Týr struggled for control as Kira sat astride him. He glanced down between their bodies, to where his cock impaled her. It seemed too surreal, claiming his mate in the realm he loathed the most. But he didn’t care, hardly able to believe that he had her safe in his arms. Or that he’d finally gotten the stink of the demon off her.
His breath stuttered at the inescapable truth. Kira was, and would always be, his.
The chaosshecreated, he wanted.
It excited and enticed him. She set everything in his hollow heart alight. And he let her. This had to be the most real thing he’d ever experienced in his long life.
Her heat licked inside him and across his skin. She shifted, and his rigid sex pressed deeper into her snug sheath, pulsed with the need to move, protesting his stillness. Teeth gritted, he held on. The urge to thrust and claim her as his mate sent blood thundering to his already painful cock.
He trailed kisses along her jaw, unable to stop touching her. “You okay?”
A smile. It brought out those perfect little dimples that always rendered him mute. “Even better if you move.”
A chuckle escaped him. Tightening his hold on her, he pushed to his feet, and her legs wrapped around his hips. His cock slid deeper into her snug body, nearly garroting him with need as he crossed to the wall. She moaned, kissing him deeply.
Týr pressed her up against the shut window, pulled out and thrust into her. She broke their kiss, panting hard, eyes glazed. His gaze lowered to where they were joined, watching as he pumped his hips, his thick cock spearing her body again and again.
Everything about her was sexy, deliciously decadent. But he wanted more, so much more. He wanted to claim her in the Norse gods’ primordial way—bonding her with his scent—so she’d never forget she belonged to him.
Desperation crawling through him, he pulled out and thrust into her harder, faster. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she moved with him—fuck, he loved her fierceness, relished the tiny stings.
His jaw clenched, his neck muscles strained. He was so fucking close, but he needed her to fall with him. He sucked on her tongue, deepening the kiss.
Her legs tightened around him as he angled his hips, letting his cock drag against her clit with each thrust. Her inner muscles clamped around him. She kissed him harder, moving with him in a frenzy. Her body spasmed, and she yanked her mouth free and cried out.
Her release triggered his. He drove harder, faster—fuuuck! He grunted, her body clamping around him like a vise. His orgasm rolled down his spine to his balls, shattering him. Unbelievable ecstasy scored his entire being. But all he felt was her. Her innate light seeped through him, calming…soothing him.
A peace he’d sought for eons with others, but which had always eluded him, she held it within her tempting body. Breathing hard, Týr rested his brow on her shoulder. Her lips brushed his cheek in a soft kiss. His heartbeat stuttered.
“That was amazing,” she murmured, stroking his back. “And you smell incredible. I’m mean you always do, but it’s more…like I’m in an orange grove with pines and something musky…”
He couldn’t speak to explain, engulfed with emotions.
She made sex—something he loathed, an act always filled with pain and degradation—beautiful once more. With her, he’d found himself again.
Possessiveness burrowed deep, every primeval instinct flaring brighter than ever before.Mine, the word echoed in his soul.
Shewas the mate of his heart.
As far as he was concerned, his fucking dagger was faulty.
