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“No, ma’am,” AX2 rumbles, the lash in her voice when she spits the wordsmight of your dickdoing absolutely nothing to quell the tightness in his groin. There was a time he’d have been horrified by his body’s response to her, but not anymore. She’s his mate now—however fucked up the rest of the circumstances around their bond, the throbbing of his cock whenever she’s near is how it’s supposed to be.
“I need to take you into the lab, monitor your vitals. I can’t properly measure your responses without equipment,” she huffs, finally removing her fingers from his eye.
“I feel fine.”
“I am not risking millions of dollars and three years’ work on my father’s idiocy. I’m getting dressed, and then we’re going.” She turns to leave, but the mattress wobbles under her shifting weight and sends her stumbling.“Ah!”
He catches her by the hips and yanks her back in place, stopping her fall. “Adelaide. I’m fine.”
Her eyes widen at the sound of her name. He stills for a second too. It’s the first time he’s called her that, even in his own head. No, strike that—it’s the second time. Last night, in the kitchen, he used it too, but he doesn’t think she noticed.
It tastes… odd on his tongue, but as he looks up at her parted lips, at the surprise in her gray eyes and her pretty face framed by wispy locks of less than perfect hair, it finally seems… almost possible to think of her asAdelaide;as a woman with a name.
Judging by the look on her face, however, the thought that he might see her as a person is wholly shocking. He decides to press his advantage before she regains her focus.
“My heart rate and oxygen intake are normal. My reaction time is uncompromised. The only difference to my system is increased warmth in my core and a slight lowering of my inhibitions.” He shifts his grip to her arms and frowns at the chill in her skin. Seems her temperature isn’t just lowered in her extremities. Without waiting for her response, he lifts her off the bed by her arms so she doesn’t stumble on the mattress again, then climbs off as well.
When he throws his plaid shirt on the floor and pulls his tank top off, she sputters, “Aslightlowering of your inhibitions? What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re cold.” He reaches down to undo the button of his too-tight jeans.
“Stop!”The word cracks through the bedroom, sharp and unmistakably a command.
AX2’s fingers still against the fastening, but… no sear from his chip follows the order. He blinks several times. The general wasn’t lying? He really did disable her control?
The enormity of the situation nearly knocks the wind out of him. He stares at her. She’s wide-eyed and trying not to look at the bulge in his jeans, but with a stubbornly set jaw.
She has no idea.
FOURTEEN
AX2
“Whatever happened last night… and this morning… it doesn’t mean you get to—we aren’t doingthat,got it? Never, ever,ever.”
She’s trying to portray calm and strength, but she can’t hide the shaking of her hands, nor erase the memories they share from that Siberian bunker.
General Thompson is right. AX2 can’t kill his own mate—the thought alone makes bile rise in his throat—but for a woman like Doctor Adelaide Thompson, there are far worse fates. That Russian alpha showed her exactly what a mancando to his mate, over and over again, until eventually… shebreaks.Evenher—even his wicked tormentor, his soulless little monster—she nearly broke in that bunker.
Here, under her father’s roof, with her father’s blessing?
If he wants, he can finish the job, and there’s nothing she can do to stop him.
He wonders briefly what she would do, what she would say, if she knew her power over him was gone. Would she cry? Would she try to run? Plead for mercy?
It’s an odd sensation—the throb in his cock at the thought of her on her knees, begging to have her pussy spared. It tightens that coil in his stomach to damn near bursting, and he aches,aches,to spear her open and feel her reluctantly surrender her wet little cunt. But that’s not how it would be. There’s never going to be warm, pleasurable submission with her.
He would have to hold her down and rape her for days. Weeks. Make it painful. Pull her mind apart like a child pulling the legs off an insect.
As much as he enjoys the rush of power from the knowledge that he could hurt her like no one else ever will, reality is that he won’t. If he did, he’d have found pleasure in her agony during their bonding, not despair.
Curse it all to the depths of the goddamn ocean.
“You’re cold,” he repeats through gritted teeth. “Too cold. Skin on skin contact will help you recover.”
She blinks, twice. Then clears her throat and looks away. “Oh. No, I… I don’t need… I’m fine.”
He snorts. “Really? We’re gonna repeat last night? All right. Want me all the way out of the room before you scream for me again?”
