CHAPTER 25 Torj
Torj
‘A soul bond is too strong to be broken by an individual’
– Tethers and Magical Bonds Throughout History
TORJ’S WHOLE BODY was alight with need, his cock was rock-hard against his leathers, and his fists were clenched in desperation at his sides as Wren palmed him through his clothes. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down and fuck her into the floor.
‘I need to speak to the captain, and here you are, pushing me again, Embers . . . Tempting me. I won’t be responsible for what happens if you keep going.’
‘After what you just asked?’ Wren countered. ‘Perhaps you need to be pushed.’
His hands coasted up her leg, beneath her skirts, and sure enough—
‘No undergarments again, you vixen . . .’
‘Someone destroyed my last pair.’
‘You made sure of it,’ he growled as longing barrelled through him. Dozens of images, some from the past, some imagined, flooded his mind. Every moment he’d wanted her before, every moment he’d want her forever after . . .
Wren’s nostrils flared, as though she could sense his thoughts, could see the very things he was picturing. And there it was again: that glimmer of gold between them. Wren danced her fingers through it, letting the thread coil around her fingers.
‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ she sighed.
‘That’s not what I’m appreciating right now,’ he said gruffly, his hands tracing up her sides, from her hips and waist to the curve of her breasts.
‘We shouldn’t,’ she protested, but there was little conviction in her voice.
‘No, we shouldn’t . . .’ And then he crashed his mouth to hers.
The kiss was hungry and desperate. As soon as her mouth was on his he realized how tightly wound he’d been, how much he’d craved her, even in the short time between now and the inn.
But all thoughts emptied from Torj’s mind as Wren caught his lip between her teeth and demanded more.
He explored her tongue with his, deepening the kiss, delving into her and tasting all that was his, Wren making needy noises beneath him.
He broke away to say against her lips, ‘As much as I want to take my time with you, Embers—’
‘There is none, I know,’ she panted. ‘So fuck me, Bear Slayer. Make it quick and hard. Just help me get rid of this gods-forsaken ache.’
He walked her backwards so she was flush against the coil of chains, his hands already exploring her. ‘That I can do.’
As much as he wished to tear her clothes off and worship her naked body, Torj confined himself to hiking her skirts up around her thighs, baring her to him.
‘Torj . . .’ Wren murmured as he dragged two fingers down the wet centre of her.
‘You’re soaked, Embers . . .’
Wren reached for his laces and undid them roughly, freeing his hard cock. ‘Of course I am,’ she muttered. ‘Do you know how much I’ve been wanting you? Needing you?’
Torj didn’t wait a second longer. He lined himself up with her entrance and sheathed himself inside her with one powerful thrust.
Wren cried out, but he swallowed the sound with a passionate kiss, almost blacking out at the feel of her tight and wet around him. He allowed her a moment to adjust to the size of him, but when she tilted her hips eagerly, he unleashed himself on her.
Caging her against the wall of the anchor’s chains, her skirts bunched between them, he fucked her hard.
Every glide inside of her had him groaning into the crook of her neck, biting the sensitive skin there.
He set a punishing pace of long, hard strokes, pistoning his hips to hit that spot inside her that had her clawing at his shoulders.
Gods, there was so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to show her, but there was never any fucking time.
‘Harder,’ Wren commanded against his lips. ‘This is the last chance we’ll get for a while, Bear Slayer. You’d best make it count.’
It was in his nature to want to drag things out, to wring multiple orgasms from her before he found his own release, but she was right. He slammed into her with enough force that the ink pot on the nearby table rattled, and he moaned her name into her heated skin.
The rhythm of his thrusts was relentless, and when he saw Wren’s eyes start to flutter closed, he reached between their bodies.
‘Look at me when you come apart,’ he growled, pressing his thumb to her clit.
‘Fuck,’ she cried, her hips rolling with his. ‘Torj—’
‘That’s it, Embers.’ He circled her clit again and again, her eyes going wide as she clenched around him. ‘Tell me, tell me when you’re there—’
He had to clap a hand over her scream as her climax hit.
He knew when, for she tightened around him and dragged him over the edge with her.
Pleasure cascaded through him and a primal noise broke from his throat as he spilled himself inside her, his vision blurring.
The force of it was so powerful that his knees buckled, and he had to brace himself against the wooden planking.
Torj looked up, noting the pink flush across Wren’s cheeks, and the way she bit her lower lip. Her chest was heaving, as was his as they looked down between them, his release leaking from between her thighs.
‘Fuck . . .’ he groaned at the sight. In that moment, there was no denying who she belonged to, no pretending. His claim was right there for them to see, and it made him want to take her again and again.
Wren Embervale was his.