Page 10 of Witch Untold
Yeah, Cora, make excuses to get what you want.
Truth was, there was no backing out now, because I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and then his hard length was pressed to my core and his sharp intake of breath was masked by the thunder of blood in my ears.
He began to move, hips rolling in a way that rubbed his thick, hard shaft against my slick core. I couldn’t think. I—
Heat encased my nipple. His mouth. His teeth. His tongue. His cock swelled against me.
I gripped his shoulders and rode him, setting a tempo that had my pulse racing and my lungs too tight to take a breath. I was close, so fucking close to coming. His hand fisted in my hair and he pulled my head back, eyes blazing as they bore into mine. His lips hovered over my mouth even as his hips rolled against me, pushing me, urging me toward the precipice.
“Tor. Oh, fuck. Tor.”
I was going to—
His mouth claimed mine, sending a zing to my core. His kiss was a brand, a possession tightening every muscle in my body, ready for release. His fist tightened in my hair, and the pain mingled with the pleasure was too much. We came, tongues tangled, teeth grazing lips, moans meeting gasps.
I rode the wave, grinding against him, wanting more. Needing more, until there was no more to take.
The kiss softened, morphed into something else, something questing and gentle. My eyes pricked and grew hot and my mouth trembled.
Tor pulled back, his gaze questioning as it swept over my face. The domineering alpha of a moment ago was suddenly vulnerable and laid bare. I saw myself in the steely depths of his eyes, mouth parted, eyes bright. I saw the beginnings of what was going to be, and a cacophony of emotions swelled in my chest.
I closed my eyes, needing to wrestle them under control. “Tor, I—”
He placed his thumb to my lips. “No. Don’t say it, not until you’re sure. Because when you say it, there’s no going back, Cora. Not with me. Never with me.”
I smiled. “I’m falling in love with you, Tor, and there’s no going back from that.”
I opened my eyes to a brighter world. Too bright.
“Cora…” Tor’s grip on me tightened.
His face was sharper, as if I were looking at him in high definition.
“Cora, your eyes.”
“What?” My hand went up to my face and my cheek burned.
Tor gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.
I turned my head to look at it, at the inky black talons that had replaced my fingertips.
“Cora, what the fuck?”
Chapter Four
Isat on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket even though I wasn’t cold. Leif had thrust a mug of tea into my hand because, yeah,thatsolved all problems.
My fingers were back to normal, and so were my eyes according to Tor, but the way he was watching me, all wary and tense, told me he was ready to leap on me if I did any weird body-morphing shit.
“Her eyes changed?” Leif asked for the third time.
“Fucksake, Leif, do not make me repeat myself,” Tor snapped.
This has to be something to do with the virus.
All eyes went to Rune.
He padded closer and peered up at me.You say a voice helped you, an unnamed entity. She helped you burn the virus from your body, but she must have had to do something for that to happen. Maybe she changed you.
