Faith sighed. “Thor?”
With her saying my name, I knew she asked the same thing. Would I join her in a bath and whatever came after? It had only been a couple of hours since I had her last, but that was long enough. My balls ached to fill her again.
Fuck, yes.
“Anything for you, love.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek, pleased when she leaned into my touch, surprised when she turned in my arms and stood up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. I leaned down, intent to know the secret she would give me.
The words she whispered shook me to my soul.
* * *
The Jax Mansion
“I feel like I should be out there, getting Destiny away from those people. Out of danger. God, who would have thought being a nun was dangerous,” Faith said, pacing the bedroom. All earlier eagerness for a bath and some strange request for bubbles was gone.
I let her pace, let her get her worries out. I wanted to know her problems, share them. Fuck, carry them for her. She was so beautiful. Smart. Caring. Daring. Definitely crazy. She was mated to me. Loved me. Completely insane that she loved me. But thank fuck she did because I couldn’t survive without her.
Apparently, my father’s zebcats agreed. The moment we’d returned to the mansion, they’d come running and refused to leave Faith’s side. Even now, they were curled up on the end of the bed, watching her pace just like I did, and I knew I’d be shoving them off the bed as long as they lived in our home. They had chosen Faith to love, and I could not fault them that choice.
Having those men transport in and threaten her had taken years off my life. Of course, they weren’t after her, or Trinity, but Wyse. Still, they were dangerous, they were deadly, and they’d completed their mission. It could have gone differently. They could have killed everyone in the transport room.
I took a deep breath, let it out. Watched the woman I loved worry about her sister.
It was time to make her forget, to take care of her, love her and revel in what we shared. For the rest of our lives.
“You heard her voice. She said she was fine. Nix is going after her.”
She’d also said she was in danger, but it was my job to protect and take care of Faith. I’d let Nix deal with Princess Destiny.
She laughed but glanced my way. “She’s going to eat him alive.”
I gave a little grunt in reply, thinking of Nix trying to boss the third sister around. I hadn’t met her, only heard her in conversation. But if she were anything like Trinity or Faith, Nix was going to rip out his hair in frustration within minutes.
I grinned. Good. The fucker tranquilized my ass. Literally. He deserved some torture of the Jones sisters’ special variety.
“That may be, but Destiny is Nix’s to deal with,” I said, sharing my thoughts aloud. “He will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe. You know that.”
She sighed, came over to me and wrapped her arms about my waist. Settled her head against my chest. “I know. Still, I’ll worry until she’s with him. Until our mother is found.”
I stroked her hair back from her face. “Then it is my job to distract you.”
She pulled back enough to look up at me. “Oh?”
I felt her soft skin beneath my fingers, the beat of her heart as our chests were pressed together, the hard points of her nipples.
“How do you plan to do that?”
I felt her body heat beneath mine. “I could kiss you.”
The corner of her mouth tipped up. “That might work.”
“On your pussy.”
She wiggled her hips and licked her lips, her eyes going dark with a look I would never tire of seeing. “That would definitely work.”
I lowered my hand to her belly, felt how soft and lush she was. How different than me. I was all hard angles, rough edges. And she was so much more than I would ever be. She might be small and soft, but she held the power in our mating. She could make life and I had to wonder if she already carried our child. It was possible considering the way I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I knew now why the Ardor and awakening combined made for a powerful mix. Surely, every new couple on Alera found themselves with child the first week, if not the first night.
It hadn’t been a smooth transition for us. Fuck, my parents dying—I wouldn’t think of that now—the traitors in our midst, the dangers, and of course, Faith being a princess. It didn’t make for an easy time. Hell, I’d been taken into custody and restrained by guards more since I’d known her than I had in my entire life.
“And your words earlier. Did you mean them?” I thought back to that moment in the transport center when she’d leaned up and whispered in my ear, when she’d made my heart skip a beat and my palms sweat. When I’d been about to explode out of my skin with the need to strip her naked and take her against the wall. I needed her to whisper that promise to me again. I needed to hear it. Was desperate to hear it.
She stilled, came over to me. “That I want your baby growing inside me?”
I nodded, remembering the words she’d whispered in the transport room. “What if… what if we’ve already made a baby?” I stared down at my big hand where it still rested low on her stomach, imagined a new life stirring under my touch. “Do you feel pregnant?”
She laughed and covered my hand with her own. “That’s not exactly how it works.”
I lifted my hands to cup her breasts. “Yes, it is.” When my thumbs slid over her nipples, teasing them through the fabric of her clothing, she sighed and her eyes fell closed. Her back arched and she pressed herself into my touch. “Sensitive?”
“They always are and you know it.” She lifted both hands so they rested atop mine. “Thor, what are you saying? That you want a baby? Now?”
“Yes. I want to fill you with my seed and my child. I want a house full of laughter and chaos and children.” I didn’t stop brushing my thumbs over her nipples, loved to feel the way they hardened, the way her breathing picked up and her cheeks flushed. “I want a baby. Our baby.”
“But… but I thought—I wasn’t sure. You don’t have to do this now. I know you are worried about the Jax name. You just lost your parents. I can wait. I just—I wanted you to know how I felt. That’s why I told you.”
“Mate, we’ve fucked. My seed has filled you up and you’re probably pregnant now. We haven’t talked about it, so perhaps it’s a little late.”
She laughed. “A little.”
I lifted my hands so they cupped her face, forced her to look at me. To not only hear my words, to see how I felt about them. To know. “I want to make a baby with you. One with your dark eyes, wild hair. She’ll be beautiful, but never allowed out of the house until she’s thirty.”
“What about her Ardor?” she asked.
I growled, thinking of any male touching something so precious.
She laughed again. Fuck, I loved that sound. “What if it’s a boy?”
“Then I will teach him to be honorable.”
“I thought your honor was ruined?”
I leaned down and kissed her. “You are my honor now, my life. You’ve seen to that.”
She shook her head slightly, for I still held her. “There was nothing for me to do. You needed to see I believed in you, that you’re more than your parents. You’re everything to me.”
“It will be my honor to be your mate, to make a family with you. A new one.”
“Perhaps daughters who might one day rule the world?” she asked.
I kissed her again, softly. Gently. “You rule my world, mate. Always.”
Tears spilled from her eyes and I wiped them away with my thumbs. “Boy, you do know how to distract.” She offered me a watery smile.
“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?”
The look he gave me now was a mix of pure heat and… hope. He wanted this. Needed it.
“Yes.” I tugged at the bonds holding my wrists. “Now.”
He climbed off the bed, stripped, then spread my thighs wide with one of his, settled at my entrance and slid in. One long, deep stroke and we were joined. He stretched me open, made us one.
He groaned. I moaned.
I’d missed the hot feel of him, how deep he could go.
But he didn’t move. I opened my eyes, looked up at him. He was watching me. “I love you.”
My heart cracked open then and tears gathered in my eyes. I couldn’t stop them and I couldn’t hold them back. Didn’t want to. I wanted Thor to see them, to know his pain was mine. We were one. “I love you, too.”
“I’ll be a good father. I give you my word.” Such misery in that vow. So much regret.
I clenched my inner walls and willed my heart to show in my eyes, my faith in him, my love. “I know. The best.” I could only move my legs and I brought them up around his back, tried to pull him even deeper with my heels against his taut ass. “You’re mine, Thor, and I’m a princess. I command you to hurry up and give me exactly what I want.”
He grinned, shook his head. “You might be the princess, but I’m in charge now. You’re at my mercy.”
“Thor,” I pleaded. His cock was so big and I was so full—so close to release. This wasn’t funny. I needed him to move.
“I love the way you say my name when my cock’s nice and deep.”
He began to move.
I said his name again, this time losing my mind at how he could make me feel. When his hand slipped between us and he brushed a finger over my clit, I cried out his name.
“And now, the way you scream it as you come. You’re mine, Faith.”
He began to fuck me. Hard. Into the bed. Drilling me. Proving I could do nothing but take whatever he gave me. I took. I came. I cried out his name and it echoed off the walls.
I was his. And when he thickened within me, came on a harsh growl and filled me with his seed, he was mine as well.
We’d struggled and suffered together, lost our way and found each other again. But now, there was no question.
We were one.
Forever.
Thor released my wrists and settled us under the covers. The moment we stilled, my head nestled safely on his chest, the zebcats abandoned their places on the floor and joined us on the large bed. They laid out like they owned the joint, pressed along the entire length my legs and started to purr.
The soft noise fit my mood perfectly. “Seems we already have two children.” I loved the cats already and wanted to keep them.
“Whatever you want, love. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” Thor kissed the top of my head, his naked body next to mine, his hands lovingly stroking my back as his seed –hopefully—created life inside me.
I smiled and wrapped my arm around his chest, squeezing.
“I’m very, very happy.”
He kissed me again and I melted into him. Yes. This was happiness.
This was bliss.
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