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We don’t part ways until after lunch. Orion has afternoon classes, and I need to dance. I already have the song and the moves, but I need to chain them into something magic enough to lock down the promised alpha buffet.
I hit the studio with good intentions, but Atlas's gaze follows me everywhere.
I feel him in the mirror, when I spin, and every blessed second, boring into my skin.
The part of me that recognizes Atlas as mate hasn’t stopped wanting him since I climbed those gazebo steps and got hit with a face full of the all-encompassing scent that knocked my life plan off its axis.
That part of me says to give him a private show.
The rest of me is freaking annoyed. “Do you have to keep watching like that?”
“I’m your bodyguard.”
“There’s only one door. Bodyguard from the hall.”
He rumbles. “I need to keep you in my sight.”
“Redfangs aren’t going to crawl through the ducts.” But as soon as I think it, my gaze flicks to the ceiling. The grates are pretty big…
“If they do, I’m here,” Atlas says so matter-of-factly, it takes the air from my lungs.
“You’d take a bullet for me now?”
“Without hesitating.”
I shiver. “If you say so.”
“I won’t ask you to trust me,” Atlas says. “I want you to watch me. Watch how I change for you. Watch me just as hard as I’m watching you.”
He’s super intense, so I have to fight for it, but I wave him off. “That’s the problem. You’re watching me a lot. Can you tone down the dominance? The air’s like soup.”
“Soup?” Atlas tilts his head, and the low studio lights make his dark skin glow.
“Chowder.” I run my fingers through the too-thick air. “It’s like dancing with sandbags.”
“I’ll try to rein it in?” His plump lips press, suspiciously close to smiling.
“Are you allowed to smile at me?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Orion…”
“We’ll both smile a lot more if we have you.”
Not touching that with rubber gloves, but I’m honestly curious where he thinks this is going. “You can’t mate us both.”
“Why?”
I sigh. “Your pack wouldn’t agree.”
“My pack would cut off their sacs if you asked, Lilah.”
“Forgetting Jett?” I never forget the fifth Wyvern, no matter how I try.
“Even him.”
“Doubtful.”
