Ascension Saga (Interstellar Brides): Book 5

“The world be damned. We will go to your rooms, but unless you wish me to carry you through the palace with your legs about my waist, cock buried deep for everyone to witness, I will have to pull out.”

“I don’t care,” I said, lifting and circling my hips, ready to come once more. God, would the pleasure ever stop?

“You do, mate. What we share is private. Just for us. I wish to keep your cries of pleasure just for me. I want no one else to see what you look like as you find your pleasure, as my seed fills you up. As your Ardor is soothed.”

“One more then. I want to come once more, then we’ll go to my rooms.”

With my breasts bare, his hands settled on my hips once more. He brought his legs up, knees bent so I was cradled between him and his thighs.

“My mate, my princess. As you wish, but know this, we won’t be leaving your bed until your Ardor is gone. If we are to fight the world together, then I will set you free.”

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Thor, The Royal Palace

It took two days to end Faith’s Ardor. I wasn’t complaining. Hell, no. Two days of keeping her naked, writhing, and alone together in her rooms. There was no doubt her sister knew what we were up to. I’d been expecting guards to burst through the doors at any time and drag me from her bed.

But when they came knocking, our visitors were Trinity and Leo, not armed guards. And Faith very firmly told her sister to “leave us alone”. After that, my beautiful mate ordered trays of food to be left in the hallway for us. Two days of sleeping, fucking, talking, bathing together in her luxurious private suite. Laughing. Loving. More fucking.

Kissing.

Touching.

If she hadn’t already owned my heart, she did now. I was fully and truly smitten. And delighted to discover that Faith was wickedly intelligent, and did not hesitate to challenge me at every turn. She loved to laugh, and loved to torment our visiting queen’s guards when they’d delivered our food, especially the brutish one named Nix. She teased him and laughed, but he handled it better than the rest of them. The young ones had stopped coming to our door, unable to cope with my mate’s determination to chat with them and ask for news. She was mischievous, like my father’s cats, full of a joy for life I’d never imagined could exist before I met her.

And I never wanted to lose her. And to that end, I kept no secrets. I told her everything I knew, everything I suspected, and everything I’d done over the last few weeks. She asked questions, a lot of them, but I answered them all.

And then I took her again. Fed her Ardor. Made her mine.

If the question was truly personal, or difficult to answer, I demanded an orgasm from her body as payment.

I didn’t have to worry about myself. Simply being inside her pussy was enough to drive me half mad with lust. No, I had to worry about the opposite—holding back—prolonging both our pleasure.

Being a princess had its benefits, and this luxurious suite of rooms was something even I’d never seen before. My family was wealthy, but the palace looked like something out of a children’s storybook. Art on every wall. Carpet so thick one could sleep on it without discomfort. Or fuck. Or both, as we had done many times since locking ourselves in this private oasis. We had conversations on that floor, with her lying atop me, my cock still inside her, neither of us willing to give up the physical connection.

In here there were no rules, no family members, no history or soldiers trying to kill us. Just Faith and me. Mates. Just us, learning about each other.

Faith told me of growing up on Earth, of her sisters, her father who was an Earthling and was still there. Of her interest in animals and her refusal to eat them. Of so many things. I, in turn, shared as well.

By the time the Ardor finally broke, we’d slept for hours to recover. I felt confident in our connection. That she was my mate. Truly mine.

And, in the end, she realized the truth; I knew there was a traitor within my parents’ home, but I had no idea who it was. Neither did she.

And though we agreed to return there once more, I refused to let her go posing as a servant. She was mine, and I would not have her waiting hand and foot on my father when we had dozens of others who could do the task. No, she was my mate and would be treated with respect and honor. Not as much as she might receive from others when they discovered she was a princess, but enough for now.

As for me, I held no other in higher regard. She’d traveled blindly halfway across the galaxy to save her mother. She’d left her sisters and managed to infiltrate my parents’ home in a matter of days, serving as closely to my father as one could expect. She was resourceful and clever, and I admired her courage. I was honored that my cock had chosen her, for my heart and mind agreed. Faith was perfect.

The instant she’d released the restraints she’d become mine. Her decision had been made, her fate sealed. I’d vowed then that we would fight the world together and I’d meant it. Even with her sister currently in charge of the entire planet, Trinity didn’t matter to me. Not in this. She had no power to change the way I felt about Faith, and no sway over what we did. Who we loved.

We would find the real traitor before Princess Trinity and her people could. No one in her circle of guards knew my house—or its servants—better than I did. She was a new arrival, and although I believed Nix, Leo and their queen’s guard had spies in every house, whoever they had implanted in my parents’ home had missed all the warning signs with Zel. And allowed the Jax name to be placed in danger. And that, I could not forgive.

I was innocent in this and Faith believed me, but no one else would. So far, Princess Trinity had downplayed the Jax family’s involvement in her kidnapping. But if I couldn’t give her answers, and soon, that would change.

The people were hungry for answers. And if we couldn’t give them the truth, they would manufacture their own theories, believe the lies our enemies might spread through the world. It would endanger not just my family, but Princess Trinity and Faith as well.

That I could not allow. Faith and I would work—together this time—to root out the mole once and for all. That was the first step to finding Queen Celene and clearing my family name, for I was convinced the traitor in my house would have information we needed to save the queen. Once the elder royal was found, Faith would be third in line to the throne. Which was better than second.

The further from the seat of power, the better, as far as I was concerned. She wanted a simple life, children, a family. She didn’t want the crown. It wasn’t her. An