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I swallow hard. “Not from you?”
His eyes darken, and when he opens his mouth to respond, his fangs flash. Warmth pools in my belly at the thought of him pressing into me and sinking his teeth into my neck.
His jaw snaps shut, clenching sharply before he says, “Don’t look at me like that.” There’s a warning in his voice that I choose to ignore.
“Like what?” I push.
His upper lip curls, and he leans in once more, his chest brushing mine as he speaks low into my ear. “Like you want me to take you right here against this wall. With my fangs and my cock.”
Heat flares in my cheeks, and I close my eyes, my pulse ticking faster, like a bomb about to detonate. “What doyouwant?” I ask in a soft voice, pressing my thighs together, trying to ease the ache throbbing between them.
He laughs darkly. “What I want, Calla…” His lips graze my jaw and his grip on my wrists tightens. “You wouldn’t survive it.”
His words should terrify me. I should be using every bit of strength I have to fight him off and run away.
Instead, I turn my head and press my lips against his cheek.
He blinks at me in surprise.
“I’m not as breakable as you think,” I tell him, “and I don’t think you’re as vicious as you’d like me to believe.”
Those silver eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Are you sure you’d like to take a gamble on that?”
I shrug. “What do I have to lose? Truly?”
His expression softens, and he frees my wrists, though he doesn’t move away. He snags my chin, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. “You are not at all what I was expecting,” he admits.
Arching a brow, I ask, “Whatwereyou expecting?”
He purses his lips. “Fear.”
Huh. I guess my bravado is better than I thought.
“Do… do you want me to fear you?”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation in his response.
A shiver runs through me, and I lick the dryness from my lips seconds before his fingers side from my chin to wrap around my throat. He isn’t squeezing, but he’s using enough pressure to keep me against the wall.
“I want to tear into your throat and devour your blood. I want to see the moment you realize you are completely powerless against me. And more than anything, I want to feel that delicious moment of surrender when the last ounce of fight leaves your body and you give yourself to me.”
Holy fucking shit.
I am completely frozen. I couldn’t move even if he didn’t have his fingers wrapped around my throat. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, desperate to escape. I’ve never been so scared and excited in my life, and if I had to bet, that’s written all over my face.
Atlas’s thumb brushes along my jaw, slow and gentle. “You should go.” His voice is hard, reserved.
I blink at him, unable to form words. Part of me is tempted to push him further, to test his resolve and challenge his words, but apparently there’s a thread of self-preservation left in me, because when he lets me go and steps away, I hurry for the door and don’t stop moving until I’m locked in the bathroom connected to my room.
I stare at my reflection. My cheeks and chest are flushed, and I’m breathing hard, as if I’ve just finished the run I wanted to go on this morning.
I press my hand over my heart and count the rapid beats until they slow to a normal pace, then I shake my head at my reflection.
“I am so screwed.”
13
Two days later, my mind is still reeling from my encounter with Atlas. I’ve steered clear of him around the house, using the gym above the garage late at night or when I know he’s gone for a while.
