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“Well,” he says. “All Aelyds have an electrical signature, which you probably already knew. Some of us—but not all—can push our thoughts into other’s minds using those electrical waves, communicate without words. And then others…”
I hold my breath. Is he about to say House Ganivet Aelyds can read my mind? Because that’s going to fuck up all my plans.
But he doesn’t. He leans back and spreads his arms wide, his eyes flaring emerald green for a second as he looks at my red lips.
And I feel something.
Just a whisper of sensation, flickering over my lips like static electricity. I start and reach up to touch them, my all-day lipstick leaving the faintest red mark on my fingertips.
“Did you…?”
“I did,” he says. “The Gift only comes to one in a thousand births, and our birth rate is low enough that it’s exceptionally rare. I have it, Atlas has it—every Family official has it, and that’s what makes us royalty. Not lineage;talent.”
I can’t tell if his intention here is truly to educate me or if he’s bragging. Either way, this is valuable information. I file it away with all the other facts of the contract, along with the fact that Keon may be my go-to for any questions; he doesn’t seem to be able to keep his mouth shut.
Not that I mind. He’s got a very pretty mouth.
“So where are you taking me now?” I ask. “If Atlas isn’t going to touch me yet—like you claim—then what’s the point in even trying to marry him? Why am I here?”
“Sweet thing,” Keon says. “Are you anxious to get fucked? Because you know I can arrange that.”
I feel another tremor of electric touch on my neck, trailing down my breast. I wonder if it would hurt if he got my nipple ring; if it would generate enough electricity to zap me. I know I should stop him, but especially after Corvus got me all riled up, I’m having a hard time resisting Keon’s charms.
“Wouldn’t Atlas be upset?” I ask. “Before I left Earth, I was told that I should abstain until I was with Atlas en’Ganivet. Otherwise, I could…”
I trail off, chewing on my lip. This part is also true; I was told to abstain because they didn’t want any accidental pregnancies. And it’s the whole reason I’m here, isn’t it? To get with Atlas, marry him, get pregnant…not that I know exactly why they want to do that when they’ve been reproducing in test tubes for decades.
“Get pregnant?” Keon says. “Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I can’t get you pregnant if I don’t touch you. Not that I don’t want to. So…how about I help you with your wet panties before we get to the compound, hm?”
Of course he can fucking scent me. I should have known better and changed my damn underwear at the spaceport.
“Okay,” I whisper.
His eyes trail lower, to my breasts. They’re still that unnerving green, almost neon, glowing in the darkness of the city streets as they zip behind him. The car is automatic; we’re the only ones inside, with three security vehicles in front and three behind us. So Keon doesn’t have to do anything to make sure we don’t crash as he fucks me with his eyes.
And that’s exactly what he does.
His gaze trails lower still, like fingertips dancing across my bare flesh, under my jumpsuit. When it hits my right nipple, I learn that it does, in fact, zap me. The pain is exquisite, reminding me right away of Corvus hooking the tracker around my body jewelry.
My legs spread wide as I lean back into the plush seat of the hovercar, and I let out a yelp when Keon’s electricity sets my breasts aching. I’m sure my underwear is just getting wetter; Atlas will be able to see it when we first meet. This could be a horrible idea, but technically Keon isn’t touching me, so Atlas won’t be able to scent him on me.
Maybe it will just make me more irresistible to Atlas that I’m ready for breeding, since he doesn’t know I’m on birth control.
“You really are a novelty, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “I’ve never met a sexually inexperienced person with pierced nipples.”
“Have you met a lot of people with piercings?” I ask, gripping the seat beside me. My voice is faint, raspy. I hate that I’m making myself vulnerable to him, butfuck, I need to come.
“I’ve met a lot of people of all kinds,” Keon says. He’s still leaning back in his seat, his arms spread wide, his cock hard underneath those tight pants. His erection is begging for me to sit on it, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn. “That’s why it’s all the more special when I find something truly remarkable, sweet thing.”
“And how am I remarkable?”
“Well, it isn’t all that common to find a human woman willing to let me fuck her with my mind on the way to her engagement party.”
“Engagement party?!” I squeak.
But it’s too late.
Keon’s gaze shifts again, and a trail of sparks licks up my inner thighs, under my dress, sharp enough to hurt. He’s not gentle; far from it, in fact. His fingers curl against the back of the seat as he watches me slide forward until my knee touches his, my hips jerking at the electrical sensation.
