Page 14 of Thor's Unexpected Mate

Turning around was the difficult part. I’d wedged myself up against the chair and there really wasn’t a lot of room to get myself facing the right direction. When I finally got exasperated and tried to force it, my injured leg caught on the chair, and I let out a yelp as pain flooded through me.

Thor was in the doorway immediately, a look of intense fear on his face.

“Are you okay?!” He scanned the room. “Who’s here?!”

“Nobody’s here,” I groaned, one eye squeezed shut in pain. “Why would someone be here?”

“I…” He faltered. “What are you doing? I told you not to put weight on that leg!”

“I was bored.” I held up the pen. “I needed this.”

“You’re going to break your leg again for a pen?”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Again? I thought you said it wasn’t broken?”

“I… I meant that you almost broke it last time. No need to nearly do it again,” he replied quickly. “The doctor was fairly sure you didn’t break it, but it could be a hairline fracture or something although he was pretty sure it was just a bad sprain. Nothing to be worried about.”

Why was he suddenly so nervous? His mouth was running faster than water off a duck’s ass.

“Let me help you,” he finally huffed, clenching his jaw closed.

Before I could protest, Thor crossed the room and scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. My stomach did a backflip as I came off the ground, the sensation making me throw my arms around his neck to keep myself steady. He smiled the moment I did that, and I couldn’t help but blush.

This close to him I could feel the heat of his body soaking into my skin and the rough touch of his hands against my body. He carried me as if I weighed nothing, his biceps flexing easily. There was a scent about him too, something deep and earthy that I couldn’t quite place. I figured it was some sort of rich person cologne, but it definitely had an effect on me. I felt my pulse quicken and my body tense. I didn’t know what it was about this guy, but he was like a magnet for my cock. By the time he put me down on the couch, I had to arrange myself just right so he couldn’t see the tent in my shorts.

And yet, he hovered there, only a foot from my face, his blue eyes gazing into my soul.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Y-Yeah,” I stammered, my heart still racing. I glanced at his lips, then back to his eyes. A blond lock hung over his forehead and I had to stifle the urge to reach up and brush it away. “I’m f-fine now.”

“Good,” he breathed. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He paused there, his hand reaching up and brushing my hair to the side gently. “You messed up your hair.”

“O-Oh.”

“It’s a beautiful color,” he continued, still stroking my head.

“It’s all natural,” I chuckled, completely unsure why I felt the need to say something like that.

He leaned closer, his animal magnetism putting me at ease. “And your eyes… they’re like summer leaves deep in the forest…”

There was a knock at the door, both of us nearly jumping out of our skin. Thor pulled himself back, shaking his head.

“That’s probably breakfast,” he replied. “I bet you’re hungry.”

“Uh-huh.” I could barely speak.

As Thor went to fetch our food from the hall, I found myself dizzy and confused. What the hell was up with this guy? Why was he so attractive? And why, of all things, did that scent of his make me melt from head to toe? I’d never experienced anything like that in my entire life.

Something about this guy was irresistible, but I could tell he was hiding something from me too. I might want to fuck him, but I didn’t trust him enough to do that just yet. There was something going on and I was going to find out what it was.

Then I’d fuck him. Maybe.

Probably.

Chapter Six: Thor

“Wolves! HA!” I laughed probably a little too loudly. “There’s no wolves on this mountain! You must have been hallucinating from the pain or something!”

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