Chapter 9 - Selene

“Thor, Erik will be awake soon,” I complain, but not very forcefully.

Thor has his nose in my neck, his tongue playing alone her matemark. Our little godling is napping, but Thor, who had been visiting his father, just got home. And he is hungry.

Just not for food.

“He’s fine. He’s a godling. He can care for himself. Magic his own food. Care for his own entertainment. And isn’t Tethys just next door?” Thor’s voice sends shivers through my body, causing my core to clench and prepare for his entry.

This is exactly what Thor does to me. Every single time.

And the fact that he has had my Auntie Tethys come to act as a nanny for our son, Erik, and that he’s been hinting at Erik needing a brother or sister, tells me exactly what has been on his mind lately. The man is able as subtle as the damn hammer he carries around.

I feel my body start to melt against his, my resolve to try and push his advances until later in the evening start to crumble and fall. There is truly