Grace Goodwin - Faith- Ascension Saga Books 4-6

I ran my hand over the back of my neck as I walked down the ornate hallway. My parents didn’t go for simple when they could show off their fortune.

I followed the sound of voices to my father’s office, strode in ready to beat the shit out of the traitor with my own fists. My pent-up energy needed an outlet and I was pleased a male without honor would provide one. Zel was dead, but this other… he would answer for his sins, or else.

I took in my father, my mother and three guards with their backs to me, all facing the long sofa positioned in front of the now-cold fireplace. If he wasn’t working at his desk—situated before the tall window that looked out over the property’s back lawn—he often sat there to read. This was his sanctuary and it was strange to see so many people within.

My mother heard my entrance and turned. “Thordis, I’m so glad you’re here.” She came over to me with her usual grace, put her hand on my upper arm. Her gray hair was pulled up into the customary bun, the lines in her face deeper than usual. Her lips were pinched. Her normally stoic face showed a mixture of worry and anger. “She was found searching through my bedchamber.”

I heard the word she and scented the dark forest at the same time. But this time there was much more than a hint of the erotic scent. My cock stirred, swelled. My body hardened into aching stone and my mind went blank. No longer just a male, I felt an instinct rise in me I’d never felt before. Powerful. Dominant. Ready to hunt…

Fuck it. Inwardly, I growled. I had to regain control. This wasn’t the time for my cock to—

“She?” I asked, confused, pulling myself together enough to pick up on that one word.

My mother turned and pointed. At her.

Long brown hair was coiled around her shoulders like the finest silk. Her eyes were large, a deep color that looked like sun-dried honey. Her lips were pink, and full. Ripe for kissing. And her gaze, when it locked on mine, was defiant. Rebellious.

My body, my mind, everything became consumed with one word. Mine. All I could think, all my brain, my body could consider was mine. Mine. MINE.

My mother stood between us, blocking my path to the female I was meant to claim, to fuck. And she was talking. Why was she still talking? “Yes, son, it was one of the maids. It was obvious she wasn’t cleaning beneath my desk in my bedroom, and when I asked her what she was doing, she said she was tidying.”

As my mother spoke, I stared at the maid. Her long hair was tucked behind her ears as if she weren’t vain, if style wasn’t a requirement. She was garbed in the simple household uniform, but it didn’t hide the swells of her breasts, the narrow waist. With her sitting, I couldn’t gauge her height, but she looked slight, as if I might be able to pick her up and carry her off to my bed without any strain.

It was her eyes though, the color of nature, that hooked me.

I didn’t see fear in their depths, as if she’d been caught and was afraid for her life. No, I saw defiance and a hint of… peace. But after a few seconds of staring, they widened, as if she hadn’t been surprised to be caught, but to see me. Something passed between us, some… current I didn’t understand, but my cock liked.

Her full lips parted and a pink flush crept into her cheeks. Goddess, she was lovely. My cock agreed. There was no question, no doubt, that she was my mate. The one I would keep safe and whole… mine. Forever.

And fuck! She was the mole, the traitor who’d been trying to have the princess killed. Her. She was responsible for the deaths of several Jax family guards. The one to drag our name through the mud with the media. It seemed impossible by looking at her. She was a maid , for goddess’ sake. Or was she?

My cock didn’t care who she was. What she was. My mind though, needed answers. And since the police had supposedly been called for, I needed them now before she was taken away.

I strode over to her, the Jax guards stepping back to clear my way. Taking hold of her arm, I tugged her to her feet and then across the room.

“I want to speak to her myself. Alone,” I called, but not turning to look at either of my parents. I didn’t give them time to argue, for we were through a side door and into the library before they could say a word. I shut the door behind me, spun her about and pressed her against it. Capturing her wrists, I lifted them up so they were by her head, my body keeping her pinned.

Fuck, she felt good. Soft in all the right places. Warm. And her scent. Yes, wild gardens, damp forests. She was what had been taunting me, awakening me.

My cock pulsed as it pressed against her belly. Lengthened. My balls drew up, ready to empty my cum into her. She’d awakened me. She was my mate, but I knew nothing about her.

“Who are you?”

Her eyes were wide and I watched her pupils dilate. I felt her warm breath on my face, felt the way she was all but panting. Her little pink tongue flicked out and licked her lower lip and I growled.

She whimpered in response.

“Tell me your name.”

I couldn’t help but roll my hips, my cock rubbing against her. Pre-cum seeped from the tip for the first time. I ached to be balls deep in her. To feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, to watch her face as she milked the cum from me. Fuck.

“You’re going to jail, you little snoop. Or should I call you murderer? If you don’t answer my questions, you’ll answer theirs. Their tactics will be much less pleasant than mine.”

I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t resist a second longer, so I kissed her.

Sweet, lush, her lips were perfect. She responded instantly, as if a fire had been smoldering, but now had the oxygen it needed to rage. Her lips parted and I took, my tongue finding hers, tangling.

She writhed against me, which only had my cock hardening impossibly further. The friction she created almost my undoing.

What was I doing? Kissing a traitor? I pulled my head back, never feeling so aroused in my entire life. “I want my cock so far inside you we won’t know where I end and you begin.”

A moan escaped her lips, which were now red and swollen, glistening from our kiss. I wanted to see them stretched wide around my cock, to feel that same lush tongue laving the crown and licking up every drop of my cum.

“If I’m going to jail, why are you kissing me?” she asked. Her voice was soft with a lilt to it. It called to me as if I’d heard it before. As if I’d heard it forever, even though it was the first time.

I pushed off the door, paced, ran my hand over the back of my neck. Stared at her. She was right. Why the fuck was I kissing a traitor?

I spun about, stalked close—but didn’t touch—and asked, “What is your role in my parents’ home?”

She looked down at herself in the bland uniform. It did nothing for her, only meant for her to blend into her surroundings, to disappear, like all servants should. But she could have worn a sack and she’d be beautiful.

“Maid.”

“Ah, you answer a question,” I replied, angry. Riled. I would never touch a woman in harm, especially not her. I wanted to fuck the questions right out of her and if that didn’t work, deny her the orgasms I could wring from her body until she gave every one of her secrets to me.

I closed the space between us—she hadn’t moved away from the door— and kissed her again, this time cupping her lush ass, pulling her up so her feet barely touched the floor. My cock was now aligned with her pussy and I rocked into her. Only our clothing separated us.

“You are pliant when aroused,” I commented, noting she was just as eager for me as I was for her. Our breaths mingled, our foreheads touched.