Page 37 of Thor's Unexpected Mate

“Your brother Loki has assassin written all over him. He’s probably the guy that pours the cement shoes and smiles the entire time before he tosses his victims into a lake.”

I couldn’t help the smile that broke out over my face. He wasn’t wrong, but he definitely had the wrong idea. Loki was totally that kind of dude and hearing Flynn pick on him was hilarious. At least I wasn’t the only one that noticed how dour he was all the time.

“We’re not part of the mafia,” I chuckled. “And as far as I know, Loki has never killed anyone.”

“Then what’s the big secret?” Flynn asked, reaching the end of his exasperation. My smile had softened him a bit, but he was still persistent. “What about you could possibly endanger me?”

“I… I can’t tell you.”

He stared at me for a long moment. “So… you’re just going to leave me then with no explanation? I’ll have to spend the rest of my life wondering why this perfect man wanted nothing to do with me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “And yes, I’m guilt-tripping the shit out of you right now.”

I took a deep breath. The way he was looking at me made my heart hurt. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. Being selfish would only get the both of us in trouble.

“I’ll have to be vague,” I began.

“What else is new?”

I furrowed my brows at him but kept going. “You and I are different people. Your kind and mine don’t go together.”

“So… you’re racist?” Flynn gave me a once over. “You look white as hell to me and so am I.”

“For fuck’s sake! I’m not a fucking dickhead like that!”

“Then what is it?!”

“I can’t–”

“Tell me!”

“I…” I looked away. “No.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Flynn grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I already was. I couldn’t help it.

“If skin is what it takes to get you to tell me the truth, so be it,” he grumbled. “Now tell me the truth.”

“I can’t…”

He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, dropping them to the floor. “Tell me.”

“No,” I repeated, unable to look away. “I can’t.”

“Tell me,” he said, pulling his underwear slowly down.

“I…”

A thatch of ginger hair appeared just above his cock.

“Thor,” he said one last time. “Tell me the truth.”

His underwear slipped past his cock, dropping to the floor around his ankles. He shifted his weight, standing there in all his glory, his cock thickening slightly as I stared.

“I… I’m not…” I swallowed hard, unable to look away from this beautiful man standing in front of me. I couldn’t lie to my mate anymore. Hell, I could barely stop myself from jumping him at this point. “I’m not… human.”

“What?” he laughed. “Is that really the best you can come up with?” He leaned down to grab his underwear and pull them back up. “Seriously pathetic, Thor.”

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