“This is nuts.”
When he remained silent, staring, I took a step toward him. “Cat got your tongue? You were all orders and grumbling a minute ago.”
He did not appear to be amused by my question. All he did was glare. And stare. And get bigger…down there.
Hah! I made a rhyme. I was a poet. Wouldn’t my high school language arts teacher be proud.
“You should not be here, female.”
“Well, I am.” Problem with places like this, I decided, was that trying to break in would be literally impossible. Scanners. Monitors. Guards. Lots and lots of guards…on the outside. But once you were in? They trusted these energy field things way too much. Sure they had monitors and stuff, but unless someone raised a fuss, no one paid much attention to the Atlans in these cells. Everything was automated. Feeding them. Clothing them. Bathing them. All on a schedule. It seemed crazy to me that they didn’t have extra guards on all these levels, all day, every day.
Then again, who the hell would ever be stupid enough to want to breakinto one of these cells with a raging lunatic who happened to be more than eight feet tall and able to rip one in half as easily as I might tear the wings off a butterfly?
Me. That’s who. Quiet. Studious. Serious. Logical,me.
I didn’t know where Steph was going to hide for the next four hours. Didn’t care. I truly didn’t.
I had my own problems. Eight feet tall, grumpy, grumbling, massive cock pointing at me through those hospital pants like a spear, kind of problems.
Well, woman, you’ve made your bed. Time to sleep in it.
Or with it.
I giggled at my own dumb joke. Not a funny, ha-ha sort of giggle. More the hysterical, what the hell was I thinking, type.
“Leave,” he ordered.
“No.”
“Get. Out.”
“Nope.” How cute. He was down to basic, one or two word sentences. Beasts were so charming. I’d seen Max go basic, horny beast around my mom enough times to know that if this beast were truly raging and out of control, I would already be dead. If he wasn’t mine, he wouldn’t be holding himself back with such strength.
Besides, his cock was speaking for him. That was a fact. And it was saying, ‘Take me for a ride, Adrian. It will be fun.’
His breathing sped up and I couldn’t help but stare at the heaving of his massive chest. Damn, did I want to get my hands all over that. Every part of him. I inspected him from shoulders to feet. Even in the plain prison clothes—hospital clothes—whatever.there was no hiding his ripped muscles, broad shoulders, trim waist and thick thighs. His hands were the size of dinner plates and I gulped at the thought of him fucking me with a couple of those fingers. I’d always had a thing for hands. They showed character. Strong. Scarred. Sexy. His were…yum.
None of which helped calm me down. Rather, my crazy-o-meter ratcheted up a notch.
“I command….”
So, that’s how it was going to be? Hmmm. I didn’t let him finish before asking, “Have you ever met an Earth girl?”
“No.”
“We don’t really do that.” I walked toward him, more convinced than ever that I was safe in here with him. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have. Instead, he was fighting with everything he had to keep his hands off me.
I was not interested in helping him achieve that goal.
When I was close enough, I craned my neck and looked way—way—up into his face. “You’re too tall to talk to up there. Can you come down here, please?”
I expected him to bend. Instead, he shifted. Shrank. He was a very large man again.
“Still too tall.”
“Gods be damned, female.” He grumbled, but he also dropped to one knee before me like a knight.
Eye to eye now, I couldn’t look away. His smell made me drunk. Literally. I could barely think.
