Night, help me.
“I’m looking for some shelves.” She tapped lips with her finger. “Really sturdy, something that won’t tip over. Also, maybe a darker color?”
I wanted to be that finger. Those lips looked soft.
I hung on the curtain, as I watched her and Lucien turn their backs to me and head toward the bookshelves.
No, my darling, please come back. My big, bad, bootylicious, gumdrop, bubble gum…
The curtain rod gave way with a sharp crack. One moment I was peering through fabric, the next I was sprawled across the hardwood, my face pressed against the cool surface, while themetal pole clattered beside me like a death knell announcing my humiliation. I didn't move.
Maybe if I stayed perfectly still, the floor might swallow me whole.
Darkness, I beg for thee to hide me.
“Gods, is he okay?!” The pitter-patter of footsteps came my way, and the tiny scratches of Lucien’s claws followed. I raised my head and tried to scramble to my claws.
How humiliating!
I cleared my throat and dusted myself off. Kassie took the liberty of grabbing my arm and felt for any injuries.
Shewastouchingme.
She. Was. Touching. Me.
I’m going to come!
She took her hand away and raised an eyebrow. “Are you hurt? Or constipated, because you look like you could be either.”
Lucien burst into laughter, and Kassie smiled. It was a far cry from what I thought she would do, considering what she did to Hollow yesterday. The hissing, the claws in the air toward him.
Honestly, it was kind of cute.
“I-I am okay. Thank you for helping,” I croaked.
Wow, what a male I was.
Kassie stared at me while I could not hold eye contact with her. I did not feel a match bond, like I have heard from the other male monsters. It was supposed to be like lightning, like a life force that has taken over your body, and you would want to mate with them immediately when you found your matches at the dances.
I wanted to sink my dick into her; that’s what I wanted to do. I found her attractive.
That wasallI wanted to do, unfortunately. I found it disappointing because she was everything I had hoped to find in a match.
Yet she didn’t know what I was, and maybe that was for the best.
“Yes, well, this is Atlas. Atlas, this is Kassie. I swear he has manners; he’s a gentle giant, is all,” Lucien alleged.
Kassie hummed and licked her lips. “Yes, I see that. Boy, they don’t make ‘em like you where I come from. You look like a real lumberjack, only three times the size. Tell me how heavy is your axe?” she winked.
I scratched the back of my head, which stretched my red and black-checked collared shirt. She watched me, her hand perched under her chin.
“A traditional lumberjack axe is only five to seven pounds, but mine is quite large. I have a fifteen to twenty-pound one. Not that large, considering…”
“Oh, sweets, I’m not talking aboutthataxe…”
Lucien giggled, his hands covered his mouth with glee.
What?
