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Thor, The Royal Palace
The worst part about being knocked unconscious by some kind of pointed… dart by two males I considered friends wasn’t the fact that they’d been ordered to restrain me. Naked. To Faith’s bed. That, I found bittersweet, for I could still smell her in the sheets and her scent was driving me half mad. And that was the worst part. My c**k was rock hard as I stared at the large screen on the wall, Faith a vision in red. She looked more beautiful and fiercer than I’d ever seen her. She looked like a queen, and goddess help me if seeing her glowing with power and intent didn’t make my c**k harder than it had ever been.
She was mine, that magnificent female. My mate. While the royal consort who was with me as attendant—babysitter more like it—had put a towel over my wais
