Calder nips at my clit, and I jolt, moaning as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. Tension is building deep in my core again. I’m going to explode with Calder’s face between my thighs and Thorsen’s cock buried deep in my throat.
The fun and games are over when Thorsen takes control, forcing my head down his shaft until I gag. He lets me come up for air for a second and then does it all over again. I whine for his roughness, but this isn’t his normal dominance at play. He’s trying to punish me, and I don’t understand. Why is he so fucking pissed?
That’s what this is. In the foggy depths of my mind, it occurs to me that he’s angry. Not just angry, but livid.
My nails dig into his thighs, and Calder forces my pelvis against his face, sending me off into a kaleidoscopic oblivion with so many colors, they look like fireworks streaking through the night sky.
I can barely draw a breath as I collapse into Thorsen, and he pulls my face off his dick, staring down at me like a man scorned. I reach up to touch his face, apologetic, as Calder unzips his pants behind me.
Something snaps in him then. It all happens so fast I can hardly comprehend it. One minute, I’m lying face down in Thorsen’s lap, and the next, he’s up on his feet, taking a swing at his brother. Calder staggers back, clutching at his jaw while he stares at his brother with wild, confused eyes.
“Thor?”
“Fuck you,” Thorsen roars, eyeing us like we’ve betrayed him. “Fuck you both.”
He stalks down the hall, leaving me with Calder, who looks like he’s been doused in ice-cold water. I know because I feel it too.
“Who are you?” Calder murmurs in disbelief.
We don’t say anything else. We can barely look at each other. He tugs his pants back up and zips them closed, and that’s the last image I have of him as I chase after Thorsen.
My feet slap against the floor, the sensation vibrating all the way up to my skull. When I reach his door, I fling it open and don’t bother to close it behind me. I find him standing at the vanity in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. He seems so fucking broken.
Tears splash onto my cheeks before I can contain them. I charge toward him, giving him only a second of warning before I jump into his arms, forcing him to catch me. He stumbles backward, collapsing against the vanity, and I cling to him, squeezing his face between my palms. My lips crash against his, and he freezes, hissing when I tug on his lip, drawing blood.
“Kiss me,” I beg. “I know you want to taste me too.”
He tries to resist, but I’m a wild animal that can’t be controlled. I claw at his shirt, his pants, everywhere I can reach, desperate to feel his flesh on my flesh.
“I want you,” I chant. “I only want you.”
His resistance snaps, and he cups my ass beneath his forearm, hauling me off to his bed and dropping me onto it. His fingers come up to the buttons on his shirt, and in his frustration to get them open, he pulls the fabric apart with his hands, sending buttons scattering everywhere.
He’s unzipping his pants again while I’m spreading my legs for him. Thorsen tugs his dick free and doesn’t bother to take off the rest of his clothes. With his pants hanging from his hips, he comes for me, hot and dark and god-like in my pounding, frantic eyes.
He mounts me, spreading my legs as wide as they will go to accommodate his massive body. His cock is an angry beast against my hip when he reaches down and grabs my face. His eyes wild with thunder, I can see his chaos reflected back at me. But he won’t let his mind have a voice, even when he desperately wants to.
My palm comes up to rest on his cheek, and for a moment, it tempers the war inside him.
“Only yours,” I whisper the lyrics playing on repeat inside of my head.
He growls his approval, dipping his head to claim my lips as his cock bumps against me. I want him so badly. I want to feel him inside me, the place where no man has ever been. The temple just for him. I want him to fuck me until his body gives out.
I drag my nails over his shoulders, and he shudders. Reaching down between us, he adjusts his swollen cock, slipping the head inside me inch by inch. It’s slow and excruciatingly hot. If there’s pain, it’s washed away by the lightning storm in my veins. His is a high that a chemical can’t give me. A force of nature true to his namesake. He is the god of thunder. And when he finds refuge deep in my body, and I’m stretched around his throbbing masculinity, something settles into my bones that I never would have anticipated.
Completeness. A balm to the lonely existence I lived before him. He isn’t just inside my body. He’s in my mind. My blood. My beating heart. And when I look up into his beautiful, tormented eyes, I don’t know how I’m ever going to survive him.
I place my hand on his heart, and Thorsen rolls his hips inside me, his head falling back, lips parting. At this moment, I’m certain he’s the most divine illusion that ever existed. I want to remember him this way forever. The man who took my virtue and stirred the flame inside my soul. I want it branded into him too. This moment forever imprinted in his mind as the holiest experience he’s ever had.
My body melts for him, pulling him closer, fingers digging into his ass as he thrusts into me. He sinks his teeth into my breast, taking ownership of me as he brands my skin with his mark. My lips hum against his throat, inhaling the addictive scent of his sweat and spice. I want to rub my body all over his flesh, bathing myself in this man for eternity.
The seconds seem to stretch on forever. He’s the machine to my mortality. I’m raw, swollen, and used up in the best possible way when he finally lets me come again. The orgasm is even more insane than the last two, ripping through my body like shrapnel and splintering me apart. When I open my eyes again, I’m gifted with the sight of Thorsen coming unraveled. His muscles flexing, body tensing, throat working as he buries himself inside me with a grunt. His dick pulses in me, come spurting into my womb until I’m so full, it starts to leak out between my thighs.
The beautiful god collapses onto his forearms, caging me in against the bed. For a long beat, he stays there, catching his breath as his dick softens inside me. And somewhere in the span of a few minutes, the vibrations in my skull start to fade away, reality threatening the edges of my vision.
I’m coming down, and right now, more than anything, I want him to tell me it’s going to be okay. I want him to take me in his arms and hold me. But Thorsen doesn’t do either of those things. He rolls beside me instead, glancing at me like I’m the enemy before he tosses his forearm over his face and sighs.
A tear leaks from my eye, and I mourn the loss of my ignorance. I’m full of his life force, but my soul is empty. For better or worse, I’m starting to feel something for this troubled man. What those feelings are, I don’t yet know or understand. But they are there, lingering beneath the surface. And I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever remember a time that existed before or after him when he’s through with me.
When I study the profile of his face, the lines and curves that make up the most complicated man I’ve ever met, only one thing’s for certain. He’s going to destroy me.
20
Thorsen
“Thorsen.” Dr. Blom shuts the office door behind him and takes a seat across from my desk.