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I had to make him understand. Now. There would be no room for error. “And Trinity thinks I’m stubborn,” I muttered, then sighed. “Trinity and Leo know the truth. They support my decision. No one else knows, Thor. And no one else ever will.”

“But the royal guards,” he countered. “I called Nix. He came to my parents’ house to be with you after they died, after I left. Then yesterday, he even shot me in the ass with some kind of… dart and left me here. Naked.”

“Yes. He knows what happened, saw the bodies himself.” I thought of Lord and Lady Jax dead on their dining room floor. “And he believed everything I told him. As for the tranquilizer gun, it worked, didn’t it?”

He frowned, but said nothing. He rose to sit with his back against the headboard at my words. The sheet fell to reveal a very tempting expanse of muscled chest. One small tug, and his cock would be free as well. I curled my fingers in the fabric on the edge of the mattress as Thor spoke. “You lied to Nix? To the royal guard?”

“Yes.” I yanked the sheet and there it was, his cock, thick and long and hard. Mine. “That very night. Kneeling over your parents, I heard what you said. I heard and I understood what was at stake.”

“And what was that?” He didn’t try to cover himself, but let me look my fill, which I took as a very good sign. So was the way his cock bobbed up toward me, hardening even further. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the tip. I kicked off my shoes, lifted my skirt and crawled toward him.

“You’re mine,” I said. “I protect what’s mine. My sisters will protect us. And my mother. We are family, Thor.”

He still didn’t touch me. “You could have any male on Alera now. You know that. Thousands of males would come if they thought there was a chance you could awaken them. Even the royal consort. He will see to your every whim, no awakening needed.”

“I don’t want them, mate. I want you.” Lifting the skirt to my hips, I closed the distance and settled myself onto his lap. I sighed in relief when his hands found the curve of my waist and he didn’t push me away. His touch burned through the thin fabric of my gown, but the hard top of his cock nestled at the entrance of my pussy made me moan his name. I had purposely decided to be bare beneath the gown, this moment a fantasy I’d held close to my heart since the S-Gen machine generated it.

Lowering my lips, I kissed him. Softly. Slowly. I told him with my lips that I loved him. That he was fragile and precious and protected.

He accepted my touch for a few moments before he took control, his kiss dominant and aggressive, his hands now gripping, holding me to him. Full of lust and love and desperate need.

“Faith.” He groaned as I settled my hot, wet pussy on top of him, taking his cock deep. I was wet. Ready. Eager. “Fuck. Goddess, I can’t tell you no.”

“Then stop trying to push me away and love me.”

“Goddess help me, Faith. I do,” he said against my lips. “I love you. I know I should let you go, but I can’t. Does that make me greedy? Selfish?”

“No. It makes you mine. Stop arguing.” I ground my hips against him, rose and took him deep. He loved me. He’d said the words. Now. Despite everything we’d been through, despite his parents’ deaths and my new responsibilities as a princess. I squeezed my inner muscles and grinned when he moaned my name, his hands cupping my breasts and squeezing my hard nipples through the fabric of the gown. He closed his eyes and I kissed him. Our tongues tangled, the heat of him, the feel of him beneath me, surrounding me, seeping into me. “You’re mine, my lord.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Forever,” I insisted.

“Forever.”

He crushed me to him and took control, lifting his hips off the bed as he pushed me down, driving deep. I clung to him as he pulled my hips closer, rubbing my sensitive clit against his body. He knew what made me hot, what pushed me over the edge. He may have been a virgin before we met, but he knew me.

My gown pooled around us like dark roses and I loved the image of us entwined, me in the gown, him naked beneath me.

I’d been so primed, so eager for him, I’d been close to coming ever since I took him deep inside me. I shuddered as I came apart in his arms, gasping for air as he thrust harder, pushing me higher. I called out his name on a shout as my head fell back and I gave over to the bliss I could only find in his arms.

My pussy stretched around him, the pulsing stronger. Too strong. His whispered words of praise, naughty phrases of promise, kept it all going. When it was over, I collapsed in his arms, my forehead pressed to his chest, struggling to br

eathe when I knew he was still full, and hard, and thick inside me. He had yet to come.

“I hope you aren’t too attached to this dress.” His comments came as he ripped the delicate buttons down the back and peeled the top half from me, baring my breasts and shoulders. The remnants pooled around my waist, but I didn’t care as he sat up and bent me backward over his forearm. Took my nipples into his hot, wet mouth.

“Thor.” I pulled at him, wanting more, needing him to move again. The hot, wet suction of his mouth though pushed me back into desperate need so easily. My pussy wasn’t satisfied. No. My body was more alive, more desperate than ever. This wasn’t Ardor, but love. The first orgasm was just a warm up and now my body was vibrating with every touch. “Please.”

He lifted me and rocked me backward, followed me down so that he was on top of me, buried deep. It was my hands now that went over my head, one of his hands holding my wrists, restraining me just as he wanted. I cried out as he thrust forward, rocking my entire body with the force of his lust. I could only imagine what the consort and the guards could hear from the door. I didn’t care. He was mine and everyone could know he satisfied me so well.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He chanted the words to me between kisses. Mouth. Neck. Shoulder. Nipples. I wanted him everywhere.

He thrust faster, rubbing his body against mine, suckling my nipple, making me crazed.

I came again, but he didn’t stop, driving me higher. Faster. Until I lost control and shattered a third time, my fingers clawing at his back, his neck. My heels dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. Demanding more.

“Greedy little princess, aren’t you?” he growled. He was grinning as he watched me, his gaze locked on my face, drinking me in. Watching me as he brought me pleasure unlike I’d ever known before. There was love in those eyes. A softness I’d never seen, and it made my body spasm again. For him. Only for him.


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