The cuffs were immediately removed and I pulled Faith into my arms. Thank the goddess she did not resist but melted into me as if she belonged there. Was part of me. Fuck, she felt good. The ache in my chest at being separated from her lessened, but my need to protect was running rampant. I was ready to beat the shit out of Lord Wyse and the guards, even those in the lobby of the police station who had nothing to do with the entire mess.
It seemed finding one’s mate made mere mortals totally irrational.
She remained silent as I led her from the building. One glance over my shoulder and I saw Lord Wyse, watching. His sidekick with the scar on his face right beside him. They weren’t happy.
But my cock was. And soon, it would be even happier because it would be buried deep in Faith’s pussy. She was mine. I would seduce her. Kiss her senseless. Make her feel safe and wanted and protected. And she would tell me the truth. I would find out if she was a traitor just as I would learn every inch of her body.
Before I was finished, she’d trust me with everything. She was mine, and I would accept nothing less than her complete surrender.
5
Faith, Thor’s apartment
“Thank you.” I said the words quietly, tentatively. While Thor had yanked me from the ruthless intentions of Lord Wyse, I couldn’t say he was thrilled about it. He hadn’t said a word since we left the police station. But he’d said one word at the station that had my brain swirling until I was dizzy.
Mate.
He’d called me his mate and he’d behaved as I’d seen Leo act around Trinity. Like a lunatic. Thor had to be crazed with lust to drop the charges against me and bring me to his apartment. I’d been caught red-handed snooping in his mother’s bedroom. I hadn’t stated my reasons or given him any information whatsoever to clear my name. And yet he’d pissed off Lord Wyse—that had been quite obvious—and pulled me into his side.
God, that had felt good. For once, I’d felt as if someone had my back, that I wasn’t alone. From what he’d said, he’d have my front too. And everywhere in between. He had no plans to let me out of his apartment, or his bed, for a week. His words.
Mate. Bed. Week.
My Ardor liked all of those words very much. And my Ardor liked Thor, too. Every tall, blond and muscled inch of him. It would be like having Captain America eager to fuck the Ardor right out of me.
But Thor was a Jax. Someone in his family had sent Zel to kill me and my sisters. Someone in the Jax family had known we were arriving on Alera, knew we were threats to… well, we didn’t know who. I’d been snooping in Thor’s house to find out.
Was I truly mated to the heir of a family who wanted mine dead? Could I use him to soothe my Ardor like a consort? He was willing—his cock blatantly gave him away. Could I let him inside my body, give him something so personal, so intimate, when he thought I might be a traitor?
I wasn’t a nun. I liked sex. But I didn’t do well separating the act from my emotions. Inevitably, my heart got all tangled up in the transaction, whether I wanted it to or not. I didn’t know this male. I knew of him. His father had talked non-stop about his precious son. His perfect, precious boy. A stranger I’d allowed to kiss me.
A stranger I did want inside me. Badly. My body trembled with the urge to run at him and pounce like a wild animal. This fucking Aleran Ardor was serious. I felt like I was coming out of my own skin. I hurt everywhere. Hungered.
Needed. I needed his energy to sustain me. His intensity. His body.
He believed I was his enemy, and yet here I was in his apartment—he hadn’t taken me back to the Jax mansion, but to his own home—standing in front of Thor, who looked at me as if he were the wild animal, a tiger ready to pounce on a tiny, fluffy bunny. Not because I was innocent of wrongdoing, but because I was his mate.
His mate!
Holy shit balls.
This relationship soooo wasn’t going to work.
But couldn’t that be discussed after my Ardor was soothed by a virgin alien hottie? He was a virgin. He had to be. Based on everything Leo had said, the way he had behaved toward Trinity, Thor had all the signs. Okay, the huge cock. The protectiveness, the possessiveness. The laser sharp focus. The words. Mate. Mine. Bed. Week.
Yeah, he wanted sex. His cock was hard. Eager. Ready. If I were a virgin, I’d want to finally… finally, have sex.
My pussy clenched and I rubbed my thighs together. My clit throbbed, all but saying JUMP HIM NOW. If I stared at him for another moment, imagined him rubbing his huge cock inside me, his body covering mine. God, his scent—
“Come,” Thor ordered.
I shiver
ed and let my lids fall closed, for I did just that. A baby orgasm, because his voice was deep, commanding and well… I was primed.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Thor staring at me. I’d never seen such heat, such need. He knew what that one word had done. But he had his hand out. He hadn’t ordered me to climax, he’d wanted me to go with him.
That worked, too.