“You’re probably right. But there is one thing we can do that is supposed to help get rid of headaches,” she said with a wink.
“Really? What would that be?”
Kenna ran a hand down the side of his face and swept her thumb across Tor’s bottom lip. “Sex.” She licked her lips. “You want to give it a try?”
He gave her a sexy grin. “Definitely.”
Tor stood, then pulled her to her feet. Once they were back inside the house, she walked at his side as he guided her to the foyer and up one of the curving staircases. She only had a short time to take in the huge master bedroom and king-sized bed before Tor pulled her into his arms, his lips claiming hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on as he hungrily took her mouth.
An ache built deep inside her pussy at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her. This time she’d have all of Tor. She’d been daydreaming about this all day. Both of them breathing hard, Kenna pulled back and stripped Tor’s t-shirt off him. With all that naked, male flesh on display she couldn’t hold back from caressing it. Her lips made a wet path across his wide, muscular chest. She even traced the outline of his tattoo.
Tor took off her shirt and bra before he bent her slightly over his arm and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth. Kenna moaned, holding on to his broad shoulders to keep herself upright. Arousal surged through her body as wetness pooled between her legs.
Once he’d showered her other nipple with the same attention as the first, Tor turned her and slowly backed her toward the bed. The back of her legs hit the mattress, but he didn’t push her down onto it. He reached for the fasteners on her jeans and undid them. As he pulled the material down past her hips, Kenna toed off her shoes, kicking each one away.
Tor lifted her and placed her on the center of the bed once she was free of her jeans and panties. She lifted up on her elbows to watch him take his pants off. His erection stood out straight from his body and bobbed with his movements. She couldn’t wait to have it buried inside her. Wetness leaked onto her thighs as she ran her gaze over every delectable inch of Tor.
As naked as she, Tor climbed onto the bed next to her and stretched out alongside her. Kenna lowered herself onto the mattress. He ran a finger from the top of her chest, between her breasts and down her stomach until he reached the mound of her pussy. Everywhere he touched he left a trail of fire and need.
His hand dipped between her legs and Tor moaned. “You’re already wet for me. I thought to take it slow, but I crave you too much.”
Kenna took hold of his cock and pumped it, eliciting another moan out of him. “We can do slow another time. Right now I want you inside me.”
Tor settled himself on top of her, his hips spreading her legs farther apart. The very tip of his cock brushed against her slick opening. That small touch sent jolts of pleasure through her. Going slow was definitely not an option for her. Ever since the night before, she’d longed for this. Ached for him.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he pushed the head of his shaft into her. Kenna rocked her hips with Tor, taking more of his length with each thrust until he was sheathed to the hilt. He was big and thick, stretching her to her limits and filling her to capacity. And she loved it. Then he pulled back and seated himself again, and she loved that even more.
Kenna lifted her legs and put them around Tor’s hips as he surged in and out of her. She squeezed her inner walls around his plunging cock, increasing the pleasure she felt.
As he continued to thrust inside her, he whispered gruffly in her ear, “I’m not going to last long.”
“I won’t either,” she quickly whispered back.
He pumped his hips faster, taking her harder. She matched his pace, her breath coming in gasps. Tor pulled almost all the way out before he thrust back in, butting up against her cervix. Kenna’s body coiled tighter as an orgasm inched closer.
She teetered on the edge when Tor suddenly stopped pumping. His body grew stiff on top of her, his arms clenching until the veins stuck out. She was about to ask him what was wrong, but he let out an animalistic growl and put his arms around her. In a show of strength, he lifted her as he shifted to a sitting position so she ended up straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Tor dropped his hands to her hips, holding on tight enough that Kenna was sure he’d leave bruises behind. He had her ride him fast and hard. She placed her hands on top of his shoulders, rocking against him, taking his cock as deep as he could go.
Just as Kenna came, Tor fisted the hair at the back of her neck and roughly pulled her head to the side so her ear almost touched her shoulder. He bent his with a growl that an animal would make and bit her where neck and shoulder met. At first, she felt a sharp pain as his teeth broke the skin, but then a sudden rush of intense pleasure tore through her, making her have back-to-back orgasms. Tor thrust up into her one final time, then stiffened as his cock pulsed, filling her with his cum. His teeth were still buried in her skin. She gasped as she felt something snap between them, almost as if an invisible bond formed, tying them together.
Tor’s hold on her loosened and he slowly pulled his mouth away from her neck. His gaze zeroed in where he’d bitten her, and his eyes widened ever so slightly. She would have missed it if she hadn’t watched him so closely. Kenna went to kiss Tor, floating in the afterglow, but he stiffly lifted her off him and placed her beside him. Without a word, he slid off the bed and walked into the en suite bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Kenna stared after him, really not sure what was up. They’d just had what she thought was the best sex of her life. Something had to be bothering Tor for him to just get up and walk away. Maybe it was because he’d gotten a little carried away and had bitten her. She reached up and touched where he’d sunk his teeth into her. She felt nothing there, and after getting off the bed and looking in the mirror attached to the dresser, she saw there wasn’t even a mark. She guessed it only felt as if he’d broken through the skin.
With a shrug, Kenna walked back to the bed and climbed onto it to wait for Tor to come out of the bathroom. If that was his problem, she’d just have to set him straight. As far as she was concerned, he could lose control like that any time. She’d loved every minute of it.
Chapter Five
Tor ran cold water in the sink and splashed some on his face. His hands shook as he reached for a towel to dry off. His head still ached, but not nearly as bad as it had just before he’d lost all control. And it wasn’t because of the passion that had flared so hot between him and Kenna.
Right in the middle of making love to her, the headache had become intense and cutting. Tor swore he heard the sound of the demon laughing inside his head just as Tor seemed to lose control of his body. It was as if someone else had taken over. He’d felt like an observer, feeling everything that happened, but wasn’t in the driver’s seat.
He’d fought it, but it had been futile. Even when he’d felt his eyeteeth drop and the urge to bite Kenna rose, he’d fought. Whoever, or whatever, had control of him had made him roughly act on the impulse that rode him. Once he’d bitten hard enough to break the skin, he’d regained the ability to control his actions. He’d pulled away from Kenna and watched with shock as the deep bite mark he’d given her healed within seconds, not leaving anything behind.
Tor healed like that. He’d also felt something he could only describe as a bond form between him and Kenna right after he’d bitten her. He had the suspicion that she was now as immortal as he was. He also now understood why Anubis wanted Tor to bring his mate into his world before he acted on the powerful urge to sink his teeth into her. And because of whatever had used him like a puppet, Tor had broken his promise to the god of the underworld.
He jumped when he heard a knock at the bathroom door and Kenna asking if he was okay in there. Of course she’d think something wasn’t right since he’d practically bolted in here without a word after having great sex with her. Tor stood straighter and si
ghed. He’d have to talk to Anubis, but he couldn’t do that while Kenna was in the house.
Tor opened the door and put on what he hoped was a smile that didn’t look like a grimace. “I’m fine. Sorry.” He looked at where her neck and shoulder met. “For everything.”
She returned his smile and reached up to caress his cheek. “I’m not into the kinky stuff, but I don’t mind you losing control and using your teeth on me.”
If only she knew how out of control he’d been she wouldn’t tell him that. “I’m usually not a biter. So I doubt it will happen again.”
“Stop worrying.” Kenna bent her head to the side. “See? Not even a mark.” She straightened and took his hand in hers and slowly walked backward, taking him with her. “Come back to bed. I know you have to work tonight, but there’s still time for round two.”
Tor had actually planned to take the night off, but now he needed the excuse to take Kenna back to her place early. Having a chat with Anubis was number one on his list of things to do. He gathered her close and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. He reluctantly lifted his head, more than enjoying the feel of Kenna naked and willing in his arms.
“I do have to work. And I just remembered I have to start a little earlier than normal. So to make it up to you, how about we spend the entire weekend together as we’d planned, but you sleep over here, or we can stay at your apartment, starting tomorrow?”
Kenna gazed at his chest, circling Anubis’ mark with a fingertip. “All right.” She looked at him. “But we stay here. Your place is a hell of a lot nicer and bigger than mine. And instead of you having to pick me up, I’ll drive myself over tomorrow, say after lunch? That way you’ll have enough time to catch up on your sleep since you’ll be working all night.”
“Deal,” he said and swooped in for a quick kiss.
Tor wanted Kenna again, but was a little concerned if he’d lose the ability to control what he did once more. The headache was now gone. He just didn’t want to risk it. He’d already done enough damage for one night by biting her.
They both dressed and soon were outside in his car as he drove Kenna to her apartment. With this new invisible bond in place between them, Tor found it hard to let her go. He had to force himself to stop kissing her, holding her back from getting out of the car. He waited until she was safely inside the building before he headed back to his house.
Once he arrived, he headed up one of the curved staircases and to the bedroom Anubis’ temple occupied. He stood before the small altar, and called, “Anubis, I want a word with you.”
What do you need, Tor?
“First of all, I had an encounter with a demon last night, but the bastard refused to show himself.”
Did he force the change on you?
“No. I thought all he’d tried to do was give me a really bad headache. I’m not so certain of that anymore. And I’ve found my mate.”
And?
“When I was intimate with her my eyeteeth dropped and I had the urge to bite her.”
Which you held back from doing, correct?
“The first time, yes. Today, no. In the middle of being with Kenna, the headache came rushing back and I lost control of my body.”
What do you mean by that?
“I mean it was as if I were someone’s puppet and he made me do whatever he wanted. I was aware of everything that happened, felt everything too, but I couldn’t stop what my body did.” Tor paused before he continued. “I bit her. I felt a bond form between us.”
Have you told Kenna what you are yet?
“No. I wanted to speak with you first. I think my loss of control was the demon fucking with me. I heard his laughter in my head just before it happened. Could this be another spell?”
It would sound like it. Let me check to see if you’re still under the influence of it. Anubis went silent, but Tor felt the god’s presence moving around in his head. Then a minute later, Anubis said, It was a spell. Not a long-lasting one, though. It probably only works as long as the demon makes use of your body. Once he relinquishes control, the spell ends.
Terrific. That’s all Tor needed. To lose control whenever a demon decided to have some fun with him. “Is there a way I can lure that demon out into the open? I’m not going to want this hanging over my head for long.”
Demons aren’t known for their patience. I doubt you’ll have long to wait before he tries a physical attack. He’ll grow bored with his games soon.
“That may be the case, but he can do a lot of damage before that happens. You want me to ease Kenna into my world. How can I do that if the demon takes control of me again and reveals my true nature to her? He could force me to shift before I get the chance to tell her everything.”
Since you’ve already claimed her as your mate, there’s no need to take it slow. I suggest you tell her very soon. She’s going to notice there is something different about her since she’s now immortal.
“I thought she was when the bite mark healed in seconds. Did you give her immortality as you did me?”
No, you did. With your bite, Kenna is no longer mortal. Her life force is now tied to yours. You die, so does she. It was the only way I could make the women meant for my warriors their true mates. I can only grant immortality to a mortal if he or she is dying on a battlefield and is willing to vow to serve me for eternity.
Tor shuddered at the thought of Kenna having to go through that. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Millennia later, he still sometimes woke up struggling to breathe, having dreamt of how he’d fought to stay alive, not ready to go into the afterlife, before Anubis had come to him on that battlefield in Egypt Tor had fought on.
“I will. And hopefully when I go out hunting prey tonight the demon will make an appearance and I can send him to the underworld to you.”
I want you to hold off on hunting evildoers until the demon is taken care of. Since you’re now bonded to your mate, you not only risk your life, but hers as well.
“I’m immortal.”
Yes, but remember the last demon had a spelled dagger that left my warrior weak and vulnerable. If not for a protection spell I put over his house using the demon’s blood, he would have been too easy to kill.
“I’ll do as you say.”
Tor felt Anubis’ presence leave the temple. He wasn’t exactly pleased with the god’s edict of no hunting until Tor had taken down the demon. He was used to taking the initiative rather than sitting around doing nothing, waiting for the bad guys to come to him. And not being able to hunt meant he’d have a long night ahead of him before he could see Kenna again. He couldn’t show up at her place after they’d made plans to meet the next day. She’d wonder at the sudden change. Plus, she might think he moved a little too fast if he came across as demanding all of her attention all of the time. He knew what she meant to him but she didn’t have a clue.
Tor left the small temple and headed downstairs to the living room where he had a fifty-five-inch LCD television. He’d watch some movies to help the time pass before he was tired enough to go to bed.
As he looked through his collection of DVDs, his thoughts kept straying to Kenna. The more he thought of her the more he remembered how she tasted, how it felt to sink his body into hers. The sounds she made as she came. He longed to be with her, to have her always at his side. He craved her touch, and would for the rest of his very long life. His feelings for her had gone from simple attraction to full-blown love in a matter of days.
Maybe it had a lot to do with the bond that had formed between them, but Tor knew he didn’t want to go back to his old life of being alone. Kenna completed him, made him feel things he hadn’t felt in thousands of years—longing for someone to share his days and nights with being one of them.
Tomorrow he’d take the steps to bring Kenna into his world and permanently into his life. He wanted her living under his roof where she’d be better protected from the evil Tor knew all too well lurked outside, just waiting for a chance to strike at the next victim. She’d a
lready experienced it firsthand, not that she remembered. He wanted to shelter her from it so it would never happen again. He would always be one of Anubis’ warriors, but he now had a duty to protect Kenna, his mate, as well.
* * *
Kenna found she didn’t know what to do with herself after Tor had dropped her off at home. She prowled around her apartment missing him like crazy. No other guy had she obsessed over as much as she did Tor. Some great sex and now she wanted to hang on to him and never let him go. Neither of them had even discussed the future. She didn’t even know if Tor wanted a serious relationship with her. And it was way too early to think about bringing up the topic of marriage.
She went to her bedroom and decided she might as well pack a bag for her weekend at Tor’s. The first thing she did was head to her underwear drawer. Though she wasn’t one for dressing overtly sexy, she did like to wear slinky undergarments. Nick called her the closet slut, that deep inside she wanted to show off her body. She did, but only to the men she slept with. And right now that man was Tor.
Kenna pulled out some of her skimpiest lingerie. She had one set in particular she wanted to take. After lifting it out of the drawer, she held it in front of her. It was a red satin baby doll with black lace trim along the hem and a sweetheart neckline. The straps were black and thin with tiny black satin bows partway up. A red satin G-string completed it. It was one of Kenna’s recent purchases and she hadn’t had a chance to wear it yet. She had a feeling Tor would like to see her in it. She knew she’d love it when he stripped the baby doll off her.
Once she finished packing, Kenna took a long, hot shower. She washed her hair, shaved her legs and lathered herself up with her vanilla-scented body wash. Letting her hair air-dry, she applied lotion to her body. Now she was all set to see Tor the next day.
When the hour grew late enough, Kenna went to bed. She thought she might have a hard time falling asleep, since she was more than looking forward to the weekend starting, but that didn’t happen to be the case. Sleep claimed her in a matter of minutes.
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