Page 9 of Thor's Unexpected Mate

I looked up, relieved to see he was still asleep. Raising my hand to my chest, I pushed against it, willing my heart to stay behind my ribs. It was beating so hard I thought I might die. And it was in that moment that I realized just how much I’d lied to Baldr.

There was no way I could take this man back down the mountain yet. I couldn’t give him up. Because… Well, because he was my mate. He was the one destined for me by the moon goddess herself! How could I ever hope to resist such a calling? Not only that, but Alpha mate bonds were much stronger than normal bonds. If we ever fucked… I might be able to begin feeling his emotions through our connection.

My eyes scanned up and down his body, my cock coming to attention at the mere thought of fucking him. However, that was not something I would do without his permission. Hell, I wouldn’t even have kissed him if my wolf hadn’t taken control for a moment.

Palming my cock through my shorts, I pushed myself off the ground and headed for the bathroom. I needed a long cold shower to wash the scent of blood off me. And hopefully to get my brain working again.

I was in so much fucking trouble.

Chapter Four: Flynn

I truly thought I was dead. How could I not be? A giant white wolf stalking me in the middle of the night while I was covered in blood with a broken leg definitely didn’t lean in my favor. There was no way I survived the encounter after I passed out. It was just impossible.

And yet, I was having these thoughts, wasn’t I? I think that was the first thing that seemed odd. While I was there floating in the darkness, I realized things were still happening inside my head. Did that mean I was in the afterlife? Was such a thing even possible? I’d never been much of a religious person, but floating in a void for all eternity wasn’t exactly what I’d call heaven.

Then there was something that caught my attention. A glint of gold, a rush of warmth, and a sudden peaceful feeling washing over me. The only thing I could think was that I was moving on to whatever came next. Instead of fighting it to stay in the darkness, I let myself be taken by this golden light. And just before I faded away, I saw a woman the color of moonlight floating high above me. Her lips moved as she spoke, but I couldn’t hear her as I slipped away.

???

I bolted upright as I came awake, groaning at the sudden rush of pain from my right leg. In a second all my memories came flooding back to me and I looked down, preparing myself for the gruesome sight I knew was awaiting me.

But my leg was fine. Well, it was bruised and there was an unfamiliar scar across my shin, but there was no blood, no broken bone, and no sign that I’d ever ruined it in the first place. Then, as my gaze lifted, I realized I was no longer lying in a gulley filled with early morning light. No, I was sitting on a black leather couch with the golden glow of a floor lamp spilling over me.

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings at last. I wasn’t in a hospital and I sure as fuck wasn’t at Nana’s house. This place was sparsely decorated with minimalist furniture that looked like it had been picked out in the early 2000s. Everything had hard lines, strange patterns, and was very deliberately placed. My Nana’s house, by comparison, looked like a cottage-core hoarder special.

And then my gaze fell on the hulking man asleep in the armchair a few feet away.

Who the fuck was that?!

I pushed myself slowly up to a sitting position, my right leg still stuck out at an awkward angle. Running my fingers over the bone, I could tell it wasn’t broken anymore. But it sure hurt like a motherfucker. I wanted to get up and sneak out of this place, but I knew I couldn’t walk on it. That meant I was at the whim of this stranger, whoever he was.

I glared at him, my arms crossed over my chest as he lightly snored in the chair. He was huge, easily over six foot tall and pushing two hundred and fifty pounds. However, it didn’t look like there was a lick of fat on him. The dude was muscle from head to toe and even though he was wearing a dark hoodie, I could see his arms were absolutely dripping in tattoos. Combine that with the full beard and the messy blond hair and I was absolutely smitten.

Dude was hot as fuck.

Well, he would be if he hadn’t kidnapped me off the mountain and brought me here. Although, glancing down at my leg, I was starting to wonder if that had all been a hallucination. If the broken leg wasn’t real, then was the wolf real? How had I gotten here? Had this dude snuck up on me and chloroformed me to take me back to his sex prison?!

Probably not. Besides, I was still wearing the same clothes and my body didn’t feel like it had been ravaged by a giant mountain man. Although, if I was being honest, he could get it. No! What the hell was I thinking? I needed to stop thinking with my dick and start thinking with my brain. I needed to get out of there.

Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I found it empty. I started to panic when I noticed my backpack sitting next to the couch. As quietly as I could, I unzipped it and rustled around, looking for my phone. There was water, a bag of very smooshed cookies, and my sketchbook with a few bent pages. But there was no phone and my pocketknife was gone.

“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath. “I need to call Nana.”

But as I searched my bag, I realized that the room had grown extra quiet. I glanced up, my gaze coming to rest on a pair of bright blue eyes glinting in the lamplight. Immediately I reeled back, trying to push myself as far away from him as I could.

“Stay back!” I cried, brandishing the broken pencil from the bottom of my bag. “Don’t come any closer!”

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. It sent a shiver of delight down my spine.

“Where the hell am I?!” I cried. “Who are you? What is this place? How did I get here?!”

He leaned forward in the chair. “How are you feeling?”

That didn’t answer any of my questions.

“I feel good enough to fucking stab you if you try to touch me!”

The man cocked his head to the side, a grin spreading over his face. “You’ve got some fire in you, Red.” He reached back into his pocket and pulled out my knife, placing it on the table next to me. “That’ll probably work better than the pencil if you want to stab me.”

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