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“I already like you,” I say. “And if you save my friend’s life, I’ll love you. It doesn’t matter if you want me to or not.”
He stands completely still for a moment, staring at the opposite wall. I can tell he doesn’t believe me—he’s slow to trust, and he made himself vulnerable to me then found out I was sent here to kill him. This all makes sense; he should hate me.
Then he rubs his hand down his face, gripping his chin tightly.
“You scared me,” he murmurs.
“When I ran off?” I say. “I’m sorry, I just needed to breathe—”
“No,” he says. “In that room. When we almost…”
His shoulders heave, and he bows his head. He looks so dejected it breaks my heart. Especially when he was in a position of power over me, I figured it would be okay.
But his shield is more than skin-deep, isn’t it?
“I don’t know if humans experience this,” he says. “When I’m…uncomfortable, sometimes my pulse increases, my lungs constrict. I feel like I can’t breathe, and my head spins.”
“You had a panic attack?” I say softly.
Atlas chuckles. “Is that what your people call it?” he says. “It certainly feels like an attack.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s normal.”
“I don’t need your sympathy,” he snaps.
Alright…so toxic masculinity is a thing on Aelydon, too.
“Does it help at all for me to say you had me on the brink of another orgasm?” I ask. “That I…fuck, that I’m still unsatisfied?”
Atlas turns and takes a step closer. “Even now, you’re trying to seduce me,” he growls.
I bite my lip. “Is it working?”
“Well,” he says, crossing his arms. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“If you actually want to be my wife.”
I frown. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I don’t want this as a bargaining chip,” he says. “In the time I’ve come to know you, I have…started to like you as well. And Keon explained your circumstances, and at first I was angry, but now…”
He pauses.
“But I still don’t trust you.”
I level my eyes at his waist, where I can see the bulge of his cock. He’s not aroused, but his cock twitches slightly—like it knows it’s being looked at, and likes it. I lick my lips, and Atlas seems to lean in closer.
“Come here,” I whisper. “Lower your shield, but leave me cuffed…and let me show you.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say. “And then I want you to breed me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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