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“While physically we might not be as capable as you, we are strong. Our strengths are just far different from yours.”
He smiles, sucking in a breath and releasing it as though relieved.
“It is confirmed, then. I must mate you.”
“Yeah, um, about that. If we’re going to doit, we can’t just do it your way.”
“You expect me to bring gifts, have ceremony, commit to one?” he says, aghast.
“No, but be slow. Start with a kiss.”
“You will be pleased. I fully plan on kissing every part of you. Cannibalizing you most romantically, like a fine meal.”
Oh, fuck—this was a mistake!
I scan the ground, finding a rock within reach. I grab it, launching it at Grixis’s face.
It connects with his forehead, then thuds to the floor. I scramble to get up, to get away, but his hand closes around my ankle. I claw the ground as I’m yanked back onto the fur and pinned down.
“Why did you do that?” he bellows. “Does your kind show strength through trickery?”
“You bastard!” I cry out, and immediately realize the irony, as I am an actual bastard.
“Is that some kind of insult?” he demands. “Why have you gone wild?”
“Because you’re crazy! You said you were going to eat me!”
“Yes! Most romantically.”
“Fuck you!”
His brow furrows. Not angrily. Confused.
“Does your kind take offense to that?” he asks, this time with a soft, inquisitive voice.
“Um…we tend to like to survive sexual encounters—so yeah!”
He pauses, then bursts into laughter. “You can’t possibly mean to say you thought I would actually eat you. As in a food.”
“You were pretty specific with the word cannibal.”
As he continues to laugh, my defenses go down. I smile, realizing that somewhere in our negotiations regarding sex, there was an epic communication failure, and I’m pretty sure he does not intend to eat me.
When he’s done chuckling, I say, “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He looks at me, amused. “I will consider that a show of strength.”
God, the way he’s looking at me. Why does my body seem to radiate heat? Why do I desire this barbaric man who doesn’t even want to protect me?
And because I’m desperate, crazy, and in way over my head, I say, “Kiss me.”
This time, there are no words. He reaches for me, scoops me up, and brings me to his lap. His lips press against mine, his tongue filling my mouth, stroking me tenderly.
What are these strange feelings? This awakening in my body?
I don’t know, but I sure could get addicted to the thrill of it.
He pulls away. I don’t want him to, so I mewl for him.
