Page 1 of Thor
Prologue
Thor
Two Years Ago
If I closed my eyes,I could imagine Loki between my legs, hand wrapped around the base of my cock and mouth sucking on the head—an entirely different fantasy than what I’d planned to see, which is why I’d seduced a man with bulging muscles and coal-black skin. He was the opposite of Loki in every way. No less handsome, with big brown eyes, dark stubble, and a square jaw, but different than the man Ididn’twant to fantasize about.
I couldn’t remember the name of the man between my thighs, but he came around every so often looking for someone to fuck. Last week, I’d seen him with Hati, and I couldn’t look away from how they moved against one another. Hati’s skin was lighter than the hang arounds’ and together they’d been beautiful, a symphony of rocking bodies. I’d decided tonight that the hang around would be perfectly opposite to Loki and his creamy skin and blond curls.
Loki was forbidden.
He was the adopted son of the president of our motorcycle club, and no matter how many secret seductive looks he sent my way, I couldn’t and wouldn’t give in to him. Even at seven, Loki had followed me everywhere, his little legs barely able to keep up with me—but he’d tried. At thirteen, he’d asked me to marry him. The brothers in the club had laughed at him, embarrassing the poor kid, but I’d simply ignored the question to save him any further humiliation.
Something changed in him when he reached eighteen and joined the club as a prospect, and his flirting hit me like a speeding train. He didn’t take any prisoners and didn’t back away, no matter how many times it wasn’t happening. I wasn’t risking my position in the club to fuck him. As the vice president, I had more leniency, but when it came to Odin’s adoptive son, he was protective.
So, I ignored the subtle teases and the cant of his hips.
I ignored the way he licked his lips and how he stared atmeevery time we were in the same room.
I ignored him when he got fucked by a random hang around—not a Lord—in the barroom and moaned loudly whenever I was near.
Fuck, I’d never done anything so difficult in my life. All I wanted to do was be the one drilling that ass. No, instead I had to find myself a handsome hang around who looked completely different from Loki to sit on his knees in front of me and suck my cock.
I sighed and massaged my forehead.
The hang around—Dwayne? Dan? Drew?—popped his mouth off the head of my erection and glanced up at me with those fierce brown eyes. “Is everything all right, man?”
I shoved him backward, and he fell on his ass, glaring up at me as I rose and yanked up my pants. My cock didn’t want to bend as I stuffed it back inside my underwear before I zipped up.
“What the fuck?” The hang around ran a hand over his shaved hair, glaring. He shot to his feet and rolled his shoulders, towering over me even though I was six feet two. He was a big man with hard-earned muscles, but he had the personality of a teddy bear. His reputation was well known around the clubhouse, and it became clear he preferred to take a cock in his ass and get treated like a precious diamond. He was looking for someone to take care of him, while also fucking him until he hurt the next morning, and that wasn’t my deal. Hell, most of the guys in the club just wanted to get off.
“Listen, Dwayne—”
“Dillon.” His mouth turned pouty and he crossed his arms.
“I’m not in the mood to have a vacuum sucking my cock.” I shrugged. My words were harsh, but anyone who found himself at the clubhouse was after a rough fuck and should’ve learned to deal with some attitude. Loki like to call them cut sluts.
“Fuck you,” Dillon snapped, storming through the throngs of men and women currently gathered in the barroom.
The Norse Lords MC was a free for all. If you had the guts to handle guns, drugs, and kill people, and you could prove yourself through being a prospect, you were welcome in the club. It didn’t matter if you had a pussy, cock, or who you liked to fuck. Odin had one main rule: Don’t betray your family.
The Lords filling the room were both male and female, although more guys than chicks. A few of our women, like Hel and Vor, were worth ten men. They fucked up our enemies worse than any of my brothers could, especially when our rivals decided to underestimate them.
Loki, however, was one face I couldn’t see.
Frowning, I walked over to the bar which Chelsea, the wife of Heimdall, was manning. She slung a beer bottle on the wood in front of Syn, the club’s treasurer, and spun on me with a sweet smile. Her blonde curls were much like Loki’s, but while Loki’s hair ended just past his shoulders, Chelsea’s stopped at the middle of her back. The ball piercing above her upper lip glinted. The bar was the only area lit up bright, while the rest of the barroom had been dimmed.
“Hey hun, what can I get you?” Chelsea wasn’t a Lord, but she did work for us sometimes to help. She had a degree in accounting and assisted Syn with our finances when he needed it.
“Nothing. Thanks, sweetheart.” I glanced behind the bar, and when I realized Loki wasn’t there, I turned back to her. Sometimes he was her barback. “Where’s Loki? I haven’t seen him.”
She gave me a smug smile I chose to ignore. “He went out with one of his cut sluts. Left about an hour ago in the hang arounds’ car. He’s probably getting rammed by now.” She shrugged and tapped the bar. “He saw you on the prowl and decided he’d find himself some prey, too.”
An acid taste coated my tongue and I gritted my jaw, nodding sharply. I hated it when he left with guys. At least here, I could keep an eye on him, but he always disliked Odin being in the same room while he fucked someone. I could understand that. Odin was his father in a lot of ways, had been since Loki was six and lost his mother.
“Do you know who he went off with?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice even.
Chelsea cocked her head, pursing her dark red, lipstick-lined mouth at me. “Why do you want to know?”
