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Every recruit would see this and fear what I might do to them. I, who knew many of their secrets, who was aware of contraband and misdeeds.
They would be right to hate me. After all, I was now affiliated with the male most responsible for their suffering.
What was coming would be unpleasant.
Loneliness. There had not been much time to consider how alienated I would be within the academy, not with all the distractions of an aggressively sexual new mate who loved to touch me morning, noon, and night. But now I had a job to do, an assignment that would keep us apart while I educated children on how to slaughter vorec without accidentally cutting off their limbs.
The bun at my nape was tight, regulation.
The frown on my lips standard.
“You look so sad.” The comment wasn’t for me. Cyderial was staring at my reflection, full of thoughts of his own. “I hate that your stomach is flat.”
Oddly, I agreed.
There was something very natural and female about being filled by your mate, even if it disfigured the body I knew. You walked differently, relaxed at every opportunity. Shoulders rounded softly, everything loose. And then there was a palpable plug inside you as the body absorbed fluids and nutrients, a titillating comfort and promise you were not alone.
The distended, swollen belly that had so frightened me days ago was now… well, it was welcome.
As Miranda had said, “You figure it out.”
I suppose I had.
Cutting my sad glance from my refection, I met his eyes, too forlorn to care about shyness. Somewhat angry with him for doing this to me, somewhat depressed, I muttered, “I like it better when I feel you inside me. This feels wrong, now that I know what I’m supposed to be.”
For a brief moment, I thought he might actually rip my clothing off and knot me right there on the bathroom counter. He swallowed, the fire in his eyes changing from blaze to dangerous smolder. “When your duties are complete, come to me, and I will give you everything you need.”
“At the academy?” In his office, where everything had gone sideways? Suddenly, I didn’t want the comfort of a plug, nor the drumming of an excited mate. I didn’t want to think about it at all.
Cold sweat gathering at my temples, I pushed away from the counter so we might leave.
Cyderial looked every bit the general, his unblinking stare calculating my every last tic as he caught me by the door. “Not just at the academy, Lorieyn. But in my office. I am going to fuck you in my office.”
I froze, stomach roiling. “No, thank you, sir.”
With a warning growl, he edged closer to threaten at my ear, “You do not address me as sir. You are my mate; you will call me by my name.”
“No, thank you, Cyderial.” Voice steely, I snarled right back at him, “I do not want you to touch me in that place.”
“I see.” Narrowing his eyes and hiding his look behind that blond fall of hair, he began to calculate.
Coming up with a plan that would work against me later, make me bend to his will. But at least he knew the truth of my feelings.
I hated the academy.
I did not want to be fucked in his office.
I was allowed to feel that way on both topics, and he’d have to use his tricks to infringe upon my resolve.
And he would.
I would be angry. And then he would make me forget. Eventually, I would forgive him, because there wasn’t room for anything else in my current state of overwhelm.
And he would upset my boundaries, again and again, until he molded me into whatever he expected I should be.
Or until I killed him.
That last bleak thought stole my breath.
