Kera scrambled away from Vig and stood on his bed. “Clothes off,” she ordered, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, tossing it aside. Vig’s bloodstained white tank landed on top of it and they both went for their jeans at the same time, staring at each other as they pulled them off.

Kera reached for her panties but Vig caught hold first and, his gaze still locked with hers, yanked them off with one pull.

That was it for Kera. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his chest. Unlike the Crows, Vig didn’t seem to have any issues with Kera’s “overly developed” thighs, which made all of this even better.

Using both hands, she pushed his thick brown hair off his face and kissed him. His mouth opened and his tongue met hers, the jolt of that touch rocketing through her body. Her nipples hardened, her pussy got wet, and Kera dug her hands into Vig’s hair.

Never in her life had she wanted something so much before. Not even getting away from her mother had ever taken on this kind of urgency.

As their kiss went on and on, Kera was vaguely aware that Vig leaned over to the end table. Why? She didn’t know or care. She didn’t know or care about anything at this moment. There was too much she wanted. Too much she needed.

She heard something tear, there was a brief pause, then Vig turned them around and Kera was pushed against the chest of drawers, the handles pressing into her back. Again, she didn’t care.

His mouth still fused to hers, their tongues still desperately tangled, Vig lowered Kera a bit. And then, with one strong shove, he was inside her. All of him. Up to the hilt.

Kera’s head fell back and she gasped from the feel of so much cock inside her. And it was so very much cock.

Kera slapped her hands against Vig’s shoulders, dug her short nails into his skin, tightened her legs around his waist.

She needed only one thing from him now and, thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. Barely seconds.

Vig pulled his hips back, waited a beat, then shoved them forward.

“Do it,” she ordered him when he paused again. She pulled her hands away from his shoulders and stretched them out the length of the chest she was pinned to, gripping the edges, leaving herself open to Vig. “Do it,” she growled at him. “Now.”

His grin was a relief and a little scary. He knew he had her. Had all of her, and that was just what he wanted. She knew it. She didn’t care.

He could have her . . . if he could take her.

His hands moved down to grip her ass and he did what she wanted. He fucked her. Hard. His cock slamming into her, the chest she was holding on to ramming into the wall with each brutal thrust, her toes curling, her breasts bouncing. Even with him holding her tight, his hands gripping her ass cheeks tighter with each thrust, Kera had never felt sofree except when she’d been flying. This was like flying.

Realizing that, Kera’s entire body grew tight and her hard panting turned to gasps as the orgasm spread from her groin through every nerve she had in her body.

She dropped her head back, and her grip on the chest grew tighter as Kera felt something ease out of her hands and into the wood. Talons. She now had talons and they were ripping the fuck out of Vig’s poor chest of drawers.

Kera didn’t care. How could she care about anything?

The growing orgasm suddenly stopped and Kera had a moment of pure panic before it exploded through her like a bomb.

She screamed out, her talons tearing through wood, her legs gripping Vig in a way that would kill most men.

And then . . . it kept going. It just kept going. Her body shook from the power of it, all thoughts and worries wiped from Kera’s mind.

When she finally snapped back to reality, Vig was staring at her. She quickly realized he wasn’t done. He hadn’t come. He was still hard inside her.

Vig’s hand slipped behind her neck and he lifted her away from the chest of drawers. He slammed her onto the bed, placed his hands flat on the mattress, on either side of her head.

“Grab your ankles,” he ordered her and Kera immediately obeyed, pulling her legs from around his waist and lifting them so she could reach her ankles. “Keep them there,” he snarled at her.

She understood. She’d gotten what she’d needed, now it was his turn.

That seemed eminently fair to her.

Towering over Kera, his cock buried deep inside her tight, wet, and incredibly hot pussy, Vig knew he should wait. Wait until he was calmer. Wait until he had more control.

He couldn’t.

Watching her come had been one of the greatest moments of his life. It had been beautiful. And it had made him crazy.

All he could do now was bark orders at her and take her. Take what he knew he had to have. His ancestors demanded that he take what she was offering. Without question. Without thought.

So Vig did.

He fucked Kera. Fucked her hard, with long, powerful strokes that were neither gentle nor kind.

He fucked her and Kera never once told him to stop. Instead, her hands gripped her ankles tighter, and she lifted her legs higher so that his cock tapped something deep inside her.

As he came, as his cock claimed ownership of that which Vig knew he could never truly own because it would always belong to Kera, he watched Kera come again, with him. Her back arched, her neck muscles straining, her heart racing.

It was all Vig needed to see, to know, to understand. She might never truly belong to him, but he would always belong to her. Always. Until Ragnarok came.

He roared out, his body shuddering as he came and came and came.