Thor, The Jax Mansion
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Faith whispered. Her fingers clenched mine as we walked through the front door of the Jax mansion. I’d done it thousands of times over my entire life, but it was different now. I held my mate’s hand, and I wasn’t letting go. I wasn’t alone. I was… whole.
Someday, this would become our home. I’d already begun to take over business tasks for my father, but moving into this oversized, ornate place? I wasn’t ready for that.
One step at a time. And that meant telling my parents Faith was mine. I dreaded it, perhaps as much as she, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I worried she would misconstrue a lack of eagerness for a confrontation as a disinterest in her.
I wasn’t hesitant to share that we were mates to my parents because I wasn’t proud of her, of what we now shared, but because I didn’t have time for whatever argument was going to come from it. I knew my parents, knew their high hopes for a match for me didn’t include the upstairs maid. Their ambitions—at least my mother’s—aimed high.
I was all for a highborn mate. The goddesses awakened my cock for Faith. At the time, I’d thought her a maid, not a princess. I hadn’t cared who she was, just that she was mine. My mother couldn’t get any more highborn than princess. If it were destined, then so be it. Maid, princess, it mattered not. My cock knew, grew and there was no going back. There would be no one else. Ever. And the days we’d spent together since, fucking, talking, loving and laughing only confirmed that we belonged together.
I wasn’t changing my mind—as if I could—no matter my parents’ feelings on the matter. And I was sure our arrival wouldn’t be met with open arms or even happiness from my mother. She’d been parading females she deemed worthy in front of me for years.
A servant like she believed Faith to be would not be acceptable to her. And I knew her stubborn ways. She would not change her mind. Therefore, I’d rather spend the time fucking my mate than fighting with my parents.
“Trust me, everything’s going to be fine,” I replied, walking down the central hallway to find them. The conversation with my mother would probably be less than pleasant, but I wouldn’t let anything hurt my mate, even barbed words.
My mother didn’t remain still from morning until night—only my father could pin her down and that was usually beneath him—but he would be in his office. He was predictable enough that I knew he’d be reading at this time of day.
“Hello, Father,” I said, finding him just where I’d expected, in his favorite chair, book in hand.
He looked up and smiled, then his eyes widened at the sight of us together. The last time he’d seen Faith, she’d been taken from this very room in handcuffs by the police. “Son. Faith. What a surprise.”
He didn’t look upset, perhaps a little confused. The Zebcats came prancing into the room and came right to Faith, rubbed themselves on her ankles. Their familiar loud purr filled the room. Faith stared at the animals, then looked to Father wide-eyed.
“I’ve never seen them do that before,” I said, stunned.
“Animals like me,” Faith replied with a small shrug. The corner of her mouth tipped up, pleased at the welcome. She didn’t move, just let the creatures do what they wanted before they abandoned her and went over to my father. They hopped up in his lap expecting to be petted.
“I told you they were a good judge of character,” Father replied, smiling. His hand stroked down the bigger animal’s back.
“I hope you agree with your pets, because Faith and I are mates.” There was no delaying the truth. I was proud of it and my cock swelled, as if it wanted my father to have visible proof. I shifted so that that evidence was blocked partially by Faith. My words were enough.
My father smiled and pushed the animals off his lap so he could stand.
“You and Faith? Why that’s wonderful—”
“What?” My mother’s sharp word cut off my father. We turned as she came into the room. Her eyes were wide and she looked… enraged. Just as Faith had expected. “You’re mates? With her?”
Mother looked down her nose at Faith. We’d agreed we would keep her true identity a secret and I was glad of it. It was the only way she could remain here, otherwise, she would be stalked by our news agencies eager for a story. The entire planet would seek to devour every bit of information they could. She was a princess. We would be mobbed out of curiosity alone and that would most definitely place my mate in more danger. It was clear now, looking back, why she hadn’t told me who she was. Why we were sneaked in and out of the palace through convoluted secret passages instead of the main entrance.
My mother’s anger could be resolved with just three words. Meet Princess Faith. But I wasn’t going to do that. Faith’s true nature was obvious to anyone with a passing interest. And I wanted my mother to love Faith because of who she was on the inside, not because she was royalty. No doubt Mother would be thrilled once she learned the truth, preening and fawning all over her, glad to have the closest of connections to the palace.
“Yes, Mother. Her. She awakened me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Awakened?” she asked, the word almost whispered reverently. It was a big deal. A really big deal to her. Which was absolutely ridiculous since it was my cock.
“Then you are not thinking clearly, obviously. No wonder you dropped the charges and took her away before she could be properly questioned by Lord Wyse. The awakening has destroyed your judgment.”
“My judgment is fine,” I replied, trying to remain calm. “Faith is mine, Mother. My mate.”
I felt the way Faith tensed next to me, her muscles rigid and her breath quick, yet she remained silent with a pleasant expression upon her face. There was nothing for her to say. She didn’t need to defend herself.
“Not only is she a maid, but I found her, personally, snooping in my room.” My mother spoke as if I hadn’t even responded. “Instead of being in your bed, she should be in jail. Because of your awakening, she hasn’t even been formally questioned!”
“Interrogated, you mean,” I countered. “She’s not in jail simply because my cock is ruling my head, Mother. Faith is innocent and I will not allow her to spend a moment with the Optimus unit. That is the reason I got her out of there.”
“My lord, you see how the awakening has clouded your son’s judgment?” she implored to my father.
“The Zebcats like Faith and they have an excellent judge of character.”
Mother sniffed, clearly wishing he’d backed her up instead of being his usual carefree self. They balanced each other well, most of the time. “You think those beasts should decide whether or not this traitor goes to jail?” She turned to me, pointed at Faith. “Let the professionals have their turn with her. Then, after a suitable period of time, you’ll be thinking clearly again and seeing reason.”
Meaning I’ll see some other female who suited me better. With my cock awakened, I could have anyone now. Could fuck any female who would have me with wild abandon. But I wanted no other.
This conversation was only making me angry. I didn’t hit women, ever, but this was the first time I had any inclination to do so. The very thought I’d abandon and betray Faith…
I sighed, realized this was just how my mother was. Always had been, always would be. She thought she was doing what was best for me, but no. For the first time, I was telling her no. And all her hopes for the match of her dreams were gone.
There would be no reasoning with her. This talk only proved that Faith’s predictions were right. Our mating wasn’t good news.
But we weren’t here to get their blessing. We were here to find the real traitor. Then we could get on with our lives… outside of this mansion.
“My apartment has been ransacked,” I told them.
My mother immediately looked to Faith, as if she’d done it.
“I assure you, Mother, Faith has a solid alibi.”
My mother flushed red with anger or embarrassment—I didn’t care which—and pursed her lips as she made the correct inference.
“We will stay here in my old room until my place can be cleaned up, until the damage can be fixed.”
“Wonderful,” my father commented. One of the Zebcats returned and he bent down to pick the big thing up. “Dinner is at the usual time. It will be good to have you back here again. Faith, too.”
Father winked at Faith and my mother sighed.
I took his opening for us to leave and nodded to both my parents. I didn’t say more, for we’d only end the discussion in a verbal war. Faith was right at my side. It wasn’t until we were upstairs, my bedroom door closed behind us, did she let go of my hand.
“Your mother doesn’t like me.”
Understatement of the century. I studied her to see if she were bothered by that. Tears perhaps. Or anger. I saw neither.
“To her, maintaining the Jax lineage is at the top of her personal to-do list. It’s her duty to see the next generation be flawless,” I explained. It didn’t make her actions right, but at least understandable.
“Yeah, well, clearly an Aleran princess isn’t good enough,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“She thinks you’re a maid.” I went over to her, stroked her hair. Silky soft. “She’s a snob, nothing more.”
“You’re protecting her,” she countered. Faith didn’t say the words harshly, but as fact.
Was I? “Perhaps a little. She is my mother, but that doesn’t mean I choose her over you. Absolutely not. I’m just explaining why she’s so bitter toward you. If I were awakened by the baker’s daughter, she’d probably feel the same way. It’s not you personally. She’s been throwing women of her choosing in my path since I was twenty with the hopes one of these eligible females would awaken me. Nothing, until a snoopy maid appeared.” I tapped her nose.
She smiled and put a hand on my chest. My cock stirred from that simple touch.
“It makes sense, I am hot.”
“You’re overly warm?” I asked, studying her. Her cheeks weren’t flushed and she wasn’t sweating.
She laughed. “No, you silly. I’m sexy. Alluring. So desirable I made your cock come awake.”
I grinned. “You did do that.” Then my smile fell away. “You are sexy and alluring to only me.”
One dark brow arched. “Jealous?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, what’s our plan for finding the traitor? I’m not too thrilled to stay here forever. It feels like high school all over again.”
“You sneaked boys into your parents’ house?” Her mouth opened as if to answer but I covered it with my palm. “Never mind. I don’t want to know the answer.”
My action was proof I was totally jealous of any male in her life. Before me, on fucking Earth or even now, just looking at her. She was, as they said on Earth… hot.
She reached up took my hand from my mouth and turned it so my palm faced her. Leaning forward, she took the tip of my finger into her mouth. Sucked.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered at the hot, wet suction. And that was just my finger.
Lower, my cock hardened, jealous. Seemed I was filled with envy.
“What is that for?” I asked, my voice a harsh rasp. She destroyed me so easily.
Pulling back, she looked up at me. “Your mother hates me.” She shrugged. “That’s fine, but we might as well make sure she’s bothered by something I’m actually doing.”
“Like what?”
“Riding your cock. And, as my sister accused, screaming your name when I come with your mouth on me.”
“I’ll fuck you, princess. But first, I want my cock in your mouth feeling that sweet pull, the swirl of that tongue.”
She smiled then, waggled her eyebrows up and down. “I’ve got something new we can try.”
Pre-cum seeped from the tip at the very idea of something new. I was a very eager pupil to whatever Faith wished to teach me. Everything we’d done so far had been adventurous and sexy as fuck. “It involves you sucking my cock?”
She took my hand, tugged me toward the bed. “And you licking my pussy. At the same time.”
I stopped in my tracks as I thought of how to do that. It took a second and then I grinned. Fuck, yes.
“The last time I ate your pussy, you screamed,” I warned. “I doubt you can be quiet. In fact, it’s my mission to make you yell my name every time you come.”
Faith tugged her shirt over her head and she stood there in just a pink version of that sexy bra I couldn’t resist. She glanced at the closed bedroom door. “Exactly.”
Faith
“Not only are you going to be a maid and a traitor, but you’re also going to be a vixen who defiles an innocent virgin.”
I worked off my pants next, watched Thor following my every move. I felt powerful, sexy and definitely a vixen. “That’s me. It’s going to be pretty hard for me to suck your cock if it’s in your pants.”
That got him moving, his clothes a pile on the floor before I could get my socks off.
God, he was gorgeous. No wonder I was a defiler of virgins. Awakened or not, he was totally worth jumping. And to think he was all mine. That huge cock too. Long and thick, it curved upward to bump his navel. The crown looked like a big mushroom cap, but was an appealing pink color. The slit at the top had a bead of pre-cum and I knew that was all for me.
Now that my Ardor was over, I could look at him more clearly. Oh, I still ogled him with lust-filled eyes, but I was no longer in pain. Needy desperation to be fucked. Now, I was just a horny slut who wanted to suck my mate’s cock.
Giving blow jobs wasn’t really my thing. I didn’t do it for just anyone and it was so impersonal. But with Thor, I felt empowered by how I could make him practically lose his mind. Fortunately, his awakening had tapered off. Now, when his cock was hard, I knew it was truly for me, not because he’d first found his mate.
I loved that he was hard all the time, eager for me. And I loved knowing that he hadn’t been with anyone else, that everything we’d done together had been a first for him. Just like sixty-nine. By the look on his face when he’d figured out what I wanted to do, it wasn’t something they’d taught in those boys’ sex-ed classes.
It was time for a little hands-on sex-ed of our own.
“Where do you want me, mate?” he asked, heat and eagerness in his gaze.
I pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
He winked. “Bossy and you have to do all the work? I like it.”
As he grabbed the blankets and yanked them down the bed, I said, “Oh, you’ll be doing a lot of the work.”
When the bed was bare except for the bottom sheet, he glanced at me. “My goal here is to make you scream. If it pisses my mother off in the process, it’ll only be an added benefit.”
He dropped down on the bed, hands tucked behind his head, elbows splayed out.
His cock aimed straight up, bobbing, as if waiting for me. Every inch of him was perfect. Long-limbed, well-defined muscles, a smattering of dark hair. Flat, dark nipples. Perfection, and he was all mine.
I climbed up so I straddled his waist, kissed him. His cock was pressed between us. He lowered his arms so his hands cupped my bottom, pulled me up higher. His tongue found mine, mimicked what I hoped we’d be doing in round two.
Because round one was going to happen as soon as he stopped kissing me. Which I wasn’t in any rush to end because Thor could really kiss. My nipples were hard pressed against him and my pussy was wet. Very wet. No doubt he could feel it.
“Mate,” he breathed. Nothing more. I knew he was ready, eager for what was to come. I pushed up onto my hands which made my breasts hang down right in front of him.
He groaned before letting go of my butt.
“Ready?” I asked.
He let his arms fall wide, indicating he was at my mercy. Carefully, I shifted, turning around to face away from him, making sure I didn’t kick him in the face as I went.
I positioned myself on my hands and knees facing his feet, but I looked down right at his very eager cock.
“Oh fuck, mate, look at you.”
He was looking right at my pussy. I wasn’t all that prudish—obviously since I was all but sitting on his face—but I did feel a touch exposed.
Then a finger slid through my folds and I moaned. Yeah, I was no longer nervous about what he thought. In fact, I had no thought at all.
“Is all this for me?”
I wasn’t sure if he was referring to how wet I was or my pussy itself so I just nodded. My long hair fell like a curtain and brushed over his cock and balls. He hissed.
His fingers circled over my clit, slid over me, dipped inside, as if he were seeing me for the first time. This wasn’t the case since he’d gone down on me before, in front of an entire group of queen’s guards even. He’d seen me before.
“I love it when you touch me,” I said, giving him guidance, letting him know I was into anything he wanted to do.
“Here?” he asked, swirling around my clit.
“Yes.”
“Here? he asked again, this time slipping two fingers into me and curving so he stroked over my G-spot. I bucked my hips which made him pull out.
I whimpered.
“What about here?” he asked one last time, his slick fingers brushing over the tight swirl of my ass.
“Thor!” I shouted, the touch a complete surprise. We hadn’t gone there… yet and I hadn’t expected it right now.
“Oh, you like that?”
I could hear the desire in his voice, but the wonder, too. He was learning my hot buttons and based on the way pre-cum all but seeped from his slit, it was turning him on
“Yes,” I replied, because he would know anything else I said would be a lie.
“We’ll have to play there, explore more… one day. But now, you have a different lesson for me, don’t you?”
My bottom hole tingled and nerve endings I didn’t even know existed came to life from that brief play. I liked it and I wanted more. But he was right. I had other plans and that was to get us both off.
Big hands settled on my hips and tugged me backward, right onto Thor’s face. His mouth was open and his tongue slid all the way across my pussy.
“Oh my god.” My eyes fell closed and I groaned, the hot feel of his mouth on me something I loved. Loved. LOVED.
“Mate, I believe you’re supposed to be doing something too.”
I opened my eyes, looked down and took in his cock, all eager and angry colored and weeping with its need. I licked at the tip, the flavor of his pre-cum bursting on my tongue.
He groaned and more slipped from him.
“This?” I asked, then licked him from base to tip.
“Fuck, yes.”
He attacked my pussy then, going at me with a fervor of a new-to-sixty-nine virgin. Little did he know he was going to have to pace himself.
I took his crown into my mouth, sucked on it like I would a lollipop, then went down. Took him as deep as I could go, then gripped the base.
I had to shift my hands so I was balanced and began to suck and stroke at the same time.
Slurping and sucking, groans and moans filled the room. It was sexy and dark, wild and incredible.
Even without the Ardor, I’d been close to coming ever since the last orgasm he gave me. The way Thor thickened in my grip, coated my tongue with an endless stream of pre-cum, I knew he was close too.
Perhaps it was the gentleman in him, but he slipped a finger inside me as he flicked my clit in the way he knew I loved. The way he’d learned would set me off like a firework at Fourth of July.
I had to come off of him so I could breathe, coming so hard I did, indeed, scream. It was his name I shouted so everyone in the Jax house could hear. There would be no question by everyone in the mansion, and maybe even the one next door, what we were up to.
When I finally came down from the pleasure, it was my turn to attack, I gripped the base and stroked, twisted and lifted as I suctioned the crown, my tongue moving in circles to get beneath the ridge.
He came too, thrusting his hips up and filling my mouth with his seed. It was salty and I kept him shallow so he coated my tongue, avoiding my gag reflex. Thor called out my name, his hands all but ripping the sheet on the bed.
I lifted up so I was kneeling on top of his lower belly, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glanced down at him over my shoulder.
“Mate. We have until dinner.” His hand slid along my bottom so the thumb tipped down to press gently against my back entrance. “Nap, then I’m playing here.”
I turned about, lowered myself down so I was tucked into his side, my head on his shoulder. His hand cupped my hip. He was damp with sweat and we smelled of sex. Wild, abandoned, fucking.
I smiled, thinking of what he wanted to do later. I’d never done any butt stuff, so I couldn’t be any kind of a teacher. I was looking forward to us figuring it out together.