“Fine,” I growl. It comes out more gruff than I want it to, but I’m burning up with needs I’m refusing to give into. It makes me irritable.
My Brothers are good to their mates. I stay at arm’s reach. I want to tell her that I’m proud of her fighting spirit as a human and that I respect her for her fearlessness, but I don’t. I can’t. I don’t do that sort of thing anymore, not after what happened to me and my batch Brothers years ago.
Sefina angrily points up at me. “Risk your hide again, and I’ll kick your ass.”
My ultromotor surges in my chest. Every inch of me is drawn to her, but I don’t know what, if anything, I can do about it. I don’t know how to satiate such an odd contradiction without breaking the barrier I’ve put up.
I’m in trouble, but I’m not. She hates me, but she cares. The contradictions make it impossible to decide what to say. All I know is I can’t stand the idea of being away from her. So now it’s a competition, the kind I’ve played with Brothers on patrols. A Titan competition.
It’s cute that she thinks she can fight alongside us as though she is an equal. She’s a third of my size and, granted, fights damn good for a human. But some things, like her mass, just can’t be equal. Sefina could not throw her beautiful body at a welvir like I do and win. And I don’t want her to ever take such a risk. But I wager she would try.
She has skills and knowledge that I don’t have because of her time working as a hunter and a junker. Her fingers are small enough to open Titan ports. Not even Solcrue hands are small enough.
Just imagining her touching me makes my titanhood stiffen until it aches.Fucking hell.I adjust my weapons belt and guide my cock into a more comfortable position. But there aren’t many when she’s around.
All she can ever be is an idea I dream about when I try not to. It’s frustrating, but it’s just the way things have to stay if we’re going to make it out of here alive. I can’t stand the thought of ever caring so much for another. I made that mistake once. Never again.
