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I hadn’t known that, but in a way, I supposed we all had. Maybe not in deep prayers the way we had customarily done in our world, but just as heartfelt.
None of us practiced our religions any longer. How could we? Taken from our homes, the last thing we expected was for the gods to follow us to this place. But maybe, I allowed, maybe they had… and I had been lucky enough to be the first to discover it.
As the leader of this new clan of Sieghvathar, it would be my responsibility to remedy this. “Perhaps we should hold a special ceremony tomorrow,” I suggested.
Xano nodded eagerly. “I’ve been thinking about this and would like to take the lead on this if you approve.”
Relieved I wouldn’t have to deal with it, I nodded. “If you already have ideas in mind, then by all means.”
“Most of our people are Vhar’Khyngs, but there are others like me, and I would like to incorporate their religions into ours.”
“I’m sure whatever you have planned will be fitting,” I agreed, wanting to go back to bed to my szaria as tiredness finally caught up with me.
“How about we hold a bonding ceremony as well?” Xano pressed.
I saw the sense in it but wasn’t sure how Holly would feel about that. On Jahrle, mate bonds were initiated as soon as possible after the destined couple found each other, driven by the need to celebrate. In this case, it was only one-sided, something I hoped to remedy soon, but I needed time for that.
“Let me talk to her about it,” I told Xano.
“If you wait, the others will think her fair game,” Xano warned.
My mood darkened, I would kill anybody who dared lay a hand on her, even if they were members of my own clan. Yet, I couldn’t hold it against them if they wanted to pursue a lovely female after having seen none for five years. In their eyes, by not claiming her, I would justify their behavior.
“I’ll talk to her,” I reiterated, and wished him a good night, hoping he would now find some sleep as well, but wondered if his planned ceremony for tomorrow would keep him up.
This time when Iwoke, I was very aware of where I was and with whom. Sometime during the night, we must have gravitated toward each other, because as I was lying on my side, he was spooned all around me from behind, and I didn’t think for a second it was his massive sword poking my ass.
Now the question was what to do about this. Should I get up and pretend I hadn’t felt his morning wood, or should I take full advantage of it?
Under normal circumstances, I would not have been aroused by a he-man like him. I would have written him off as a steroid-pumping, brainless hulk. But from the little I knew of him, he wasn’t like that. At all. I also wasn’t the kind of girl who jumped into bed with a man she had only known for a few hours.
But these weren’t normal circumstances. He saved my life and had been nothing but sweet to me. Not that I felt I owed him for that, but it added points to theyescolumn of my mental Should I Fuck Him or Not checklist.
‘Life was short,’ added another point toyes. And boy, didn’t I know that one. A giant vortex—or something like it—hadsucked me up and dropped me here after all. Who was to say that couldn’t happen again? That thought had crossed my mind before and made me just as uncomfortable now as it had then.
None of those things mattered though, because it was my body reacting to him that made the greatest argument of all. I had woken plenty of times to Gabriel’s boner poking me from behind, and most of the time, it repulsed me—I should have taken that as a sign—but I chalked it up to the fact that I wasn’t a morning-sex kind of person. In the morning I needed coffee and to mentally prepare for the day, check my messages and emails from around the world, which was especially important because of the time differences, and I liked to catch up before somebody went to sleep. Then I needed more coffee.
Perhaps my priorities had changed in the last two weeks. Well, they most definitely had, but I liked to think had it been the other way around, had Thor been dropped into my life instead of me into his, I would have reacted the same way to him.
His cock which was nestled against my ass created a fluttering sensation in my stomach I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since my first-ever date. It felt good. One of his hands rested on my hip, and I imagined it traveling higher, up my waist, my ribs… My nipples tightened at the thought of his fingers tweaking them, and I inadvertently pressed my ass harder against his cock. His suppressed moan created a thunderstorm inside me, and I closed my eyes, feeling my heart rate increase just from imagining his hands doing things to me.
So I pushed my ass even harder against him, pondering how much of an invitation he needed, when his hand moved tentatively on my hip. It was so large, his fingers reached down my pelvis. And now a new image appeared in front of my eyes. Him stroking my pussy, his fingers diving deeper.
A moan escaped me, and I felt my cunt become wet. Hot and wet. Inevergot wet. Gabriel had always needed to use a lubricant on me, but now it felt as if I was actually dripping.
Thor’s hand cupped my stomach that was only slightly rounded now, his fingers spread, encompassing nearly my entire midsection before slowly rising higher, making my breath hitch in anticipation of him cupping my tits.
He moved behind me, slid closer, then his other arm snaked around me to pull me tighter against him and his warm breath tickled my shoulder as his fingers moved my hair out of the way. Soft lips nuzzled my throat, my ear, and I squirmed against him, rubbing myself against his cock and adjusting my head to give him better access.
The hand that had brushed the hair from my neck rose higher, moving out in front of me, and I leaned forward to capture one of his fingers with my mouth. My lips closed around it, and I tasted salt and him on it.
Behind me, he groaned and rubbed his cock against my ass, making my cunt even wetter. Slowly, I turned in his arms.
“Holly,” he rasped.
“Thor,” I throatily replied around his finger.
He leaned forward and, after pulling his finger away, crushed his lips against mine. He used that same hand to creep underneath my shirt and finally cup my tit. His hand felt like fire against my tender flesh. Greedily, I arched into his hand and was rewarded with a hard knead. His fingers plucked at my nipple, and it was all I had imagined and more. My eyes rolled behind my lids and more moisture ran down my cunt.
