Tor

by Lynn Lorenz

  “Yeah, you are.” Tor cuffed Sky’s head. “You’re my boy, Sky. You saved my life tonight in the cage, and I’ll never forget you. No matter what happens to us.”

  Tor moved his hips and thrust up into Sky. Sky cried out, keening his pleasure. Nothing was as good as being fucked by Tor. Tor was his first and would be his only, if Sky had anything to do with it.

  “I did it for you. For you and for Jin.” Sky leaned down and put his forehead against Tor’s. “I love you, Tor.”

  Tor slammed into him, reaching so deep Sky thought his cock would choke him. Sky rode his mate, using his legs to rise and fall, meeting Tor’s thrusts, their bodies slapping together, balls bouncing, as Tor grunted and Sky moaned.

  Tor took Sky’s cock in his hand under the burka and jerked him. That powerful hand, so tender, caressed Sky’s shaft. Tor swiped his thumb over the head, then down, dragging the leaking pearls to smooth his way.

  Sky threw his head back, calling out Tor’s name over and over as his mate held him with one hand, jerked him off, and fucked him. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

  His balls tingled, pulled up to his body, and he knew he would blow any second.

  “Tor,” he warned. “Soon.”

  Tor sped up the stroking of Sky’s cock and slammed even harder into Sky. “I’m coming, gonna fill you up with my spunk. Sky, you’re so fucking beautiful in that burka, I love your eyes. Your eyes…” Tor ranted as he fucked. “Come for me, boy. Come now.”

  Sky gasped, let go, and the tidal wave of pleasure burst through the thin walls Sky had built to hold it back. He unloaded hot cum, soaking the gown and Tor’s hand as Tor milked him dry. Sky shuddered and gasped.

  “Fuck, that’s so good, feeling you come. Sets me off.” Tor thrust up, groaned, and flooded Sky’s ass. “Take it, Sky. Take it.” He moved slowly with each spurt until he shuddered to a stop.

  Tor exhaled. He reached up and removed Sky’s veil. He pulled Sky down into a tender, searching kiss but then pulled away. As he brushed a lock of Sky’s dark hair from his face, he kissed him again.

  “I love you, Sky. You’ve got to know that by now, don’t you?” Tor’s deep blue gaze speared Sky’s heart. His mate loved him! “I was so proud of you today. You surprised the hell out of me when I turned and saw you on Janko’s back, your chains wrapped around his neck. Surprised and proud.” He ran his hand through Sky’s hair and gave him a sweet cuff. How could Sky not have known those were love taps from his werewolf?

  “I’m so happy, Tor!” Sky burst into tears. His emotions were scrambled like the eggs Tor cooked for breakfast. All mixed up. He didn’t know which one he felt the most, because they all came at him at the same time—fear, love, pride, sadness, joy, and happiness.

  But love? That one rose to the top. His love for Tor and now Tor’s love for him. He’d done it; he’d earned Tor’s love and his respect.

  Tor pulled him down, and Sky snuggled against the big were’s chest.

  “I’m not sure what Stoltz can do about this, boy. It might not go well for us, or for you.” Tor stroked Sky’s back in a soothing motion, relaxing Sky. His eyelids fluttered as he fought sleep.

  “What’s going to happen to Marrack?” he asked.

  “Not sure. Fines, expulsion. Maybe even slavery.” Tor shrugged, and Sky rode the motion.

  “We won’t have an owner, then. Does that mean we go free?” Sky yawned.

  “Free? No. I’m too valuable for that, and you? You’re too pretty. We’ll be sold off, most likely.”

  “A new owner? I hope he’s better than Marrack.”

  Tor snorted. “Anyone would be better.” Tor fell silent but kept rubbing Sky’s back.

  “As long as we’re together, I don’t care. We will be together, right?”

  Tor didn’t answer. He just said, “Get some sleep.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Sky had no idea how long he’d slept, but he woke up when Tor stood, Sky still in his arms.

  “What?” Sky rubbed his eyes with his fists.

  “It’s the door.” Tor put Sky down, and Sky righted his burka. “It might be Stoltz.”

  Tor’s voice sounded unsure and a little worried.

  “If it’s not?” Could it be someone to take them away? Take Sky away? He knew the score. Tor was more valuable than he. If anyone had to pay a price, it would be Sky.

  Tor stopped before he opened the door, and turned back to Sky. “No one is taking you from me.” Then he opened the door.

  Stoltz and Ashland stood there.

  “Come in.” Tor stepped back to let them in. “What’s happening?” He returned to the recliner and motioned for the two men to sit on the couch. Sky came over and curled up at Tor’s feet.

  “Marrack’s done for. They took him into custody. They took Janko’s owner also. The man confessed. Janko’s DNA proved he was Cosack.” He ran a hand over his face. “Everyone is in an uproar. The league is going to make an example of both of them. It’s slavery.” Stoltz looked upset, but he shook it off.

  “No shit.” Ashland snorted. “But Stoltz did some fast talking.” He glanced sideways at his owner, a look of pride on his face.

  “What does that mean for us?” Sky asked. He wanted to know his fate, whatever it was. Knowing would be so much better than worrying.

  “They dissolved his ownership of you both. A slave can’t own another slave.” Stoltz’s lip curled into a nasty grin.

  Tor nodded. “Bastard deserves it.”

  “So, we’re free?” Sky sat up, his heart skipping beats at the promise.

  “No.” Stoltz shook his head. “You’re both too valuable.” He exhaled and looked at Ashland.

  Ashland nudged him with his elbow. “Tell them or I will.”

  “Okay, here’s the deal. I bought both of you.”

  “What?” Tor stood.

  Sky leaped to his feet. “Yes!”

  “I was at the right place at the right time.” Stoltz shrugged. Sky figured Stoltz was smart enough to make sure he’d been exactly where he needed to be. “I took you two off their hands, that’s all.” Sky wondered how much he’d spent to buy them but didn’t ask. None of his business, after all.

  “You want to fight me?” Tor stared from Stoltz to Ashland.

  “I can’t. You’ve been sanctioned. Both of you.” Stoltz sighed. “Tor, you can’t fight again.” When Tor began to protest, Stoltz held up his hand. “I can use you for sparring. You can earn your keep that way.” He turned to Sky. “But you?”

  Sky swallowed and clenched his hands.

  “I knew I could never get Tor without you. I’m going to use you to teach other mates how to truly fight in the cage.” Stoltz leaned back and grinned.

  Tor looked at Sky, then pulled him into a tight embrace. “That’s good.”

  Stoltz stood, and Ashland followed. “Look, you’ll have to move to one of my quarters. This place is in Marrack’s name, and right now, I’m not sure what they’ll do with it or how long you’ll be allowed to stay. Be packed and ready in the morning.”

  Tor nodded. “Thank you, Stoltz. Ash.” The two weres embraced, slapping each other on the backs.

  Sky hurled himself at Stoltz, wrapping his body around the big man. He gave his new owner a loud smack of a kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For keeping us together.”

  Stoltz put Sky down as Tor growled. “I do know what love is, Sky.” He winked and opened the door. “Come, Ashland. Tor, I’ll send over some boxes for you to pack up.”

  Ashland dipped down, pecked Sky on the cheek, and winked at Tor. “See you tomorrow. I’ll help you move your stuff.”

  Tor raised a hand to them and closed the door. He strode to the center of the room.

  “Come here, boy.”

  Sky scrambled to him.

  “Take off your veils.”

  Sky removed them, letting them fall to the floor. He waited, ready to drop to his knees at Tor’s command.

  Instead, Tor fell to his knees. �
��Thank you. For myself and for Jin.” He rested his head against Sky’s hip as his hands fluttered up and down Sky’s spine. “I’m yours, boy. Command me.”

  Sky gasped. Command Tor? He was the slave boy, Tor the werewolf, right? Sky looked down at the top of Tor’s head and ran his fingers through that beautiful blond mane. Tor, the werewolf, kneeled at his feet, waiting to be commanded to pleasure Sky, a slave boy.

  No, not a slave boy. Not anymore. He was a fighter. He’d proven himself in the cage, fought and won. Fought and killed for his mate.

  This was Tor’s way of showing him they were truly equals.

  “Does this mean you’ll stop calling me boy?” Sky asked.

  Tor looked up at him. “I’ll call you anything you want, as long as you call me your mate.”

  Sky smiled. “No matter what you call me, I’m your boy, Tor. I always will be, even when we’re both too old. Always.”

  Tor grinned up at him. “I love you.”

  “I love you.” Sky laughed. He cuffed Tor on the back of the head. “Now lick me, wolf!”

  Tor shifted. Sky buried his hands in Tor’s ruff.

  Sky threw back his hand and howled as his wolf obeyed.

  About the Author

  Lynn Lorenz lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like Longhorns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers.

  Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.

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