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“You realize I have to bring you to the Keep, right? I’m not going to let you pull any G.I. Jane shit.”
“I understand, and I don’t hold your desire to keep me safe against you. But it has to extend beyond hooking me up with one of your friends.”
“I get it. After a little training, I’ll bring you outside, let you go at a rager or two, then we’ll make plans to bring you in.”
“Have you killed many?”
“Thousands.”
“So it’s easy.”
“Not quite. I’ve just gotten used to it. During the day, if there’s no sensory shit going on, they’ll just stand there, doing nothing. It’s night you have to worry about.”
“I’ve seen a couple and only one up close. It had no arms, but kept moving. They used it at the club to scare us into compliance…Frank let it eat a girl.”
Gabriel’s hands ball into fists. “Remind me why I don’t storm that club and kill every last mother fucker inside?”
“Because they’re not worth your energy.”
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, and the fear he incites in me ironically provokes my lust.
Since I’m not a little girl anymore, I aim to do something about it.
I bring my arms behind me and dig my palms into the bed as I slowly spread my legs, unticking one eyebrow. The baggy shorts I’m wearing drape around my thighs, revealing more flesh than a sister should ever show their brother.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I won’t be able to train with the pent-up frustration we have between us.”
“Pent-up frustration?” He snickers. “You think this is what I want?” His gaze falls between my legs.
“I know you hate yourself for wanting me. Don’t make me hate you for denying me.”
“I don’t like riddles.”
“Then I’ll speak plainly—I want you to fuck me.”
“And what if I say no?”
“Then lick me.”
“Jesus Christ!”He runs his fingers through his charcoal hair, turning away.
“Why deny me when we both want it?”
“Because the last thing I need to do is knock you up.”
“Then don’t. I gave you options.”
He chuckles. “You think I’ll be able to stop myself once I’ve had a taste?”
“You don’t have to stop yourself. You just have to pull out. Why do you care, anyway? Don’t your people want to procreate? Aren’t they into claiming their women?”
He scowls. “They’re dirty as hell, but not sister-fucking dirty. I’m worried they’ll straight up kill me for what I’ve done to you.”
“That’s silly. One look at my blonde hair and blue eyes, and your very obvious Hispanic heritage shows that we’re not blood related. Or closely blood related.”
His frown deepens.
