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His lips curl. “I don’t trust you, Penn.”
He jerks his head back at the guards, and Corvus takes the hint, coming toward me. I feel his steady hands on my shoulders, pulling my cape aside to drape it over the bed, disconnecting it at my clavicle. Then he’s touching my zipper, his nails hooked under the hem of my dress.
“You can undress her,” Atlas murmurs. “You have my permission. But otherwise, don’t touch her.”
Corvus’ breath shakes slightly, puffing out against my neck. I want to say something to him—to acknowledge how fucking weird this is, maybe. But I can’t speak for fear of Atlas hearing me, not even when my pussy clenches as Corvus drags the zipper down, down, down…
His knuckles graze my skin as he goes, along my spine, past my hips, over my ass. All I’ve got on are black lace panties, sheer enough that he can see everything. And I’m certain he can scent me. He doesn’t linger, though, pulling the dress down over my arms, then down my hips…then leaving me in the cool air of the room.
I turn around, letting Atlas see my breasts, the rest of my body. He’s definitely interested; his gaze devours me, his black tongue flicking out and sliding over sharp teeth. When I first learned he was untouchable, I thought it might be by choice—that maybe he was one of those Aelyds that has no interest in sex—but I can see in his eyes how much he wants me.
And in his pants, where his huge cock juts out toward me.
He lets me see it, watching as my hands settle on my hips. My nipples are pointed in the cool air, but my skin feels hot. I glance over Atlas’ shoulder to find Corvus staring at me, his lips just barely curved in a smile.
“The rest, too,” Atlas says. “You’re mine, little human. I want to see what’s mine.”
I nod my head, my limbs jerking like they move of their own accord. I keep eye contact with Atlas as I hook my thumbs in my underwear, then drag them down my legs until I’m bare. I waxed for the occasion, even though I hate it; I figured if I was going to fuck some kind of mob king, he would have certain expectations.
I realize now he would’ve taken me as I was.
And, by the looks of it, Corvus would too.
“Which one is your favorite?” Atlas asks me. “What do they do?”
I shake my head, finding it hard to believe that this gorgeous man in front of me has never been with anyone; fuck, that he doesn’t even know what a sex toy is. I walk naked to the row of toys, picking up a set of nipple weights in one hand and the travel-sized lube I brought with me in the other. If he’s going to be that interested in watching me fuck myself, I might need more soon. Not that I’m lacking in the lubrication department. I’m soaked as it is, my wetness clinging to the insides of my thighs.
Atlas moves suddenly, pulling a chair from the corner of the room to set it at the foot of the bed. This feels almost clinical, like he needs to perform a thorough examination before he can trust me. I don’t know if this is supposed to be diagnostic, or if he just wants to fuck me and can’t bring himself to touch me yet.
That’s okay. I’ll ease him into it.
“I’ve studied human erogenous zones,” he murmurs. “You have many places you like to be touched?”
I laugh and bite my lip, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. “A few.”
Atlas leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Show me.”
I didn’t ever think about the unique challenges of seducing an untouchable man—but it’s going to take some finessing, I think. And I find myself strangely embarrassed, a blush painting my cheeks as I pick up the weights.
“I’ve always had…” I glance from Atlas, to Corvus, then back again. “...sensitive nipples. These—well, I’ll just show you.”
I dab some lube on my fingertips, rubbing it around my nipples and massaging it into my skin near my piercings. It’s warm and makes them tingle a little bit, though I wonder if that’s just Atlas’ influence—or even Keon’s somewhere else in the compound. Then I pick up one of the weights, shaped like a butterfly and dipped in bronze.
I loop the chain of it through my left nipple ring and gasp when I release it, the weight dragging on my breast. I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, one foot coming up to tuck under me as Atlas watches.
I open my eyes to find him utterly entranced, his hand drifting lazily over his pants. I wonder if he’ll take his cock out. Fuck, I want to see it. I maintain eye contact as I pick up the other weight, loop it through my other nipple ring, and release it.
Fuck, I love these things. Every time I move, I feel the weight of them pulling my breasts, tugging on them like teeth.
Atlas gasps, and his shield stutters. I wonder if it’s interacting with his electrical signature—if his Gift is flaring in response to what he sees. “It hurts,” he growls. “You like it.”
I let out a breathy sigh. “You can feel that?”
“A little,” he says. “It’s my Gift.”
His eyes blaze dark crimson, like he’s thirsty for blood.
“Keep going.”
