“I think I like the idea of eating your pussy better than making you cry.”
She stepped back and I let her. “If you want a baby, that’s not how it’s done.”
“It’s not?” I arched a brow and grinned, watched as she tugged off her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She’d dres
sed in pants and a tunic for the meeting in the transport room, and she looked just as sexy wearing them as when she was adorned with jewels and a fancy gown. My cock, already hardened, pulsed in my pants at the sight of her bare shoulders and belly. I ached to take the rest of her clothing from her and touch her. Kiss her. Everywhere.
She held out her hand. I took it instantly and she led me to the bed where she shooed the zebcats away before pulling me close. “Let me show you.”
* * *
Faith
He wanted a baby? With me? Well, it wasn’t going to be with anyone else, that was for damn sure. That gorgeous cock was all mine. Any babies being made would be my doing. And I’d enjoy every hot, sweaty, naughty minute of it.
I thought I’d loved him before. Before he’d said those words. But now, now I knew, with every fiber of my being, that Thor wanted me. I was his mate. He might not be over his parents’ deaths yet… I doubted he’d even had a moment to start mourning, but he had definitely come to terms with the fact that his future would not be determined by his parents’ mistakes. Especially his mother’s. He was honorable, brave, fearless. Fierce. If he felt the need to redeem the Jax name, he could do it by raising good children. Strong and honorable children. A daughter who could possibly rule Alera someday with Jax blood in her veins.
I tugged him to the bed and I sat on the edge so he stood before me. I undid his pants, pushed them down over his slim hips. His cock sprang free, gloriously thick and long, a vein pulsing with life. I leaned forward, licked up the length.
Thor’s hips bucked and I grinned, glanced up at him through my lashes.
“This definitely isn’t how it’s done.”
“It isn’t?” I asked playfully as I licked up the bead of pre-cum from the broad tip.
He shook his head. “While I love the sweet suction of your mouth, I want your pussy milking the cum from my balls. I want to bury myself deep and fill you.”
I whimpered and sucked on the head of him like a lollipop.
He stepped back, waved his finger at me like a kindergarten teacher gently scolding a young student. The heat in his eyes, the wicked grin on his face was all the warning I had before he lifted me up under the arms and tossed me onto the center of the bed. Crawling over me, he pinned my hips with his knees as he leaned down and kissed me.
God, he was such a good kisser. His tongue found mine, dueled, licked. I was lost. So lost I hadn’t even noticed him lifting my arms over my head.
When he sat back on his heels and looked down at me, I moved my arms to reach out and pull him back, but I couldn’t.
The restraints that had been affixed to the bed to hold him in place earlier now held me. No one had taken them away.
“Ah, this is much better.”
My shirt was already gone and my bra had a front clasp. But since I liked frothy confections beneath my clothes to tempt Thor—the way his gaze raked hotly over my chest and his cock pulsed between us, I knew he still liked it all—they weren’t any match for his hands. A quick tug here and there and I was bare from the waist up.
“You are at my mercy now. He kissed his way from my neck, down over my collarbone to one breast, then the other, before moving lower. He licked around my belly button as his hands went to my pants, worked them and everything else off.
“Bare and tied to our bed.” His hands roamed. Stroked, stoked the heat in my body. My pussy was wet, my thighs slick, my nipples hard. He could see it all. There was no hiding from him, not that I wanted that.
He had all of me.
I arched my back.
His eyes met mine, held. “Greedy, are we?”
I bit my lip, nodded. “Please,” I begged.
“Please, what? Touch you? Fill your pussy? Give you all my cum?”
“Yes,” I replied. I wanted it all. I knew he’d satisfy me, satisfy both of us.
“Make a baby?”