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“They’re both just broken shells of the women they once were. I thought I was lucky when Denise got pregnant. He left me alone for years, but then she lost the baby, and then Ella got sick. He still has no sons, you see. So suddenly, he wanted me again, but I refused him. I swear to you, I refused him. I was so afraid Thor, so afraid would break me, too,” she confessed, tears running down her cheeks.

“He didn’t break you, Nica,” Thor interrupted, taking her by the upper arms.

He couldn’t stand to see her pain, but she needed to see the other side of it. He had to help her see. And he would if it took him all his life, he would. That was his vow to her, though he didn’t voice it.

“You got free, Nica. You aren’t broken.”

“I ran. I was afraid, and I ran, and I just left them!”

She hiccupped, her blue eyes were wild, and her tear-stained cheeks were ruddy. Nica trembled beneath his fingers and something darkly possessive grew within him. His protective instinct went into overdrive, and he growled deep and low before reining back the Wolf. When his eyes met hers again, she was no longer crying, but shivers seemed to run through her and into him.

“Listen to me, Domenica Corvo, you are not broken. You did the best you could in a terrible situation. You got the fuck out, Nica. You got out! And I am so fucking proud of you,” he told her, and pride filled his veins, lacing his voice.

Brave. Fierce. Badass female.

“You shouldn’t cuss,” she whispered, eyes glued to his mouth, and that warm feeling inside him grew some more.

Thor couldn’t have stopped what was going to happen next even if he wanted to, and he had to be honest with himself, he did not want to stop it. Not at all. He closed the space between them, lifting one hand to cup Nica’s cheek. Her big, blue eyes stared, unblinking, as he slowly lowered his head to hers. He needed to make sure she had ample time to step back, to tell him no if that was what she wanted.

Please don’t tell me no.

Thor continued his advance, nuzzling her nose and tipping her head to the side before pressing his lips ever so softly to hers. That warm buzz he felt whenever he was around her was focused now, right on their meeting lips. Then he kissed her harder, pressing against her mouth, waiting till she parted her lips on a sigh, and he delved inside.

Mine.

Chapter8

He’s kissing me. Thor Ulger is kissing me.

He closed the space between them. Those hard, hot muscles she’d been coveting for weeks pressed into her soft body, as he ever so slowly pressed his lips against hers with soft, tender kisses. Her whole body teetered on the edge, but she didn’t move. Didn’t want to scare him away. Thor kissed her sweetly, as if he was waiting for her to push him away.

Yeah, right.

Like she was going to do that. Didn’t he know how much she wanted this? To be the woman who got to kiss a man like him? Those first few kisses were everything to Nica. She sensed him holding back, though, and that was not okay. She wanted all of Thor, not some watered-down version. Nica needed more.

She didn’t have to wait long, thank goodness. As if sensing her desire, Thor growled, crashing his mouth against hers, and Nica moaned, helplessly accepting him, and holding on for dear life. It was all she could do while the man himself plundered her mouth like his Viking ancestors did to villages in the not so distant past.

Yes. More.

His scent enveloped her, Wolf, wood, and some musky spice that made her want to climb him like an oak. The kiss turned rough, demanding as he backed her against the wall, and she wondered what he would say if she told him she wanted him to strip her clothes off and make love to her just like this.

Her emotions were all over the place, and something inside told her this man could wreck her. It was nuts. She’d been living in fear of one man breaking her for so long, but a few weeks with the Dire Wolves, with him, and she was ready to throw all caution to the wind.

Nica had felt anchorless, helpless for so long, but in this moment with Thor, she felt grounded, truly grounded for the first time in her life. Thor’s chest reverberated with that ever-present growl as she clung, kissing him back for all she was worth. True, she was unpracticed, but he did not seem to mind at all. She clutched his shoulders, tangling her tongue with his while pressing herself more fully against his body.

He was so big, so hot and hard. And so very good at this, she thought while he kissed her till her toes curled. Again, as if he’d read her mind, he lifted his head, ripping his shirt off so she could feel all those wonderfully warm muscles pressing up against her. Her shirt came next, then both their shoes and pants.

“Fuck, we should stop. I should slow down. Get you to a bed or something, at least,” he growled, but she pulled him back down to her.

“Let me have this,” she whispered, almost begging. “Let me have you just like this, Thor. Please, I need, gods, I need,” she moaned, rubbing herself all over him wantonly, but unable to help herself.

“Fuck, you are so sexy. What do you need, angel? Tell me,” he commanded.

Nica gasped when she felt the cold wall against her back. Thor growled, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, loving the feel of his hardened length against her core. She was wet with need and embarrassed by it.

How long till he realized she was dripping for him? Would he shame her like Jack did that first and only time she had been with him? Of course not. Nica should know better. Trusting her gut, she decided to own the way he made her feel. This was something good, something rare, and beautiful. She wouldn’t cloud it with thoughts of Jack. The foul man deserved zero seconds of her time.

“Your scent is driving me wild. But you gotta tell me what you want,” Thor growled, and she moaned as he slipped her panties to the side and found her sopping wet secret. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, angel. So hot and tight. S’good.”

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