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“A mutation,” he said. “Stronger. Faster. The healers couldn’t explain it, so they feared it. But I fought. I made them see. Blood bought my place. Discipline held it. In time… I became the strongest.”
“And then?” Her voice was quieter now.
“Then the Lacris realized only I could protect them.” His mouth curved in a bitter half-smile. “So they gave me a throne. But leadership is isolation. I am respected. Feared. Not known.”
Her breath caught. For a fleeting second, she saw the outline of something raw behind his power. Maybe he’d taken her for pleasure. For control. But maybe… maybe he was just lonely.
And maybe that was the crack she could use.
She exhaled, looking at the translator gleaming faintly on the bed. Maybe learning his language would be more than survival. Maybe it could be a weapon. Or a bridge.
“Come here,” she said softly.
He came. Slow, watchful. And she didn’t stop him.
Her heart pounded, not with fear now, but something hotter, stranger. “Do your kind even…?” She hesitated, then asked bluntly, “Does sex bring you pleasure?”
His eyes flared like twin suns. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, teeth flashing in a grin that made her pulse falter.
“Then why haven’t you taken that from me too?” she asked, flat.
His smile faded into something darker. “We are not mindless beasts,” he said. “Well, perhaps we are. But I felt… it would be too much. I already lose too much control around you.”
“You sound surprised,” she said.
“I am,” he admitted. “I never expected a mere human would?—”
“A mere human?” she cut in, brow arched. “Who apparently makes the mighty warlord lose his senses?”
His laugh startled her—a rough, gravel-deep sound. “Your defiance,” he said, “is almost charming.” His tone darkened. “Come here.”
She didn’t move. But her breath caught.
“Come,” he repeated softly. “We both want to know what happens next.”
And god help her, part of her did.
CHAPTER 27
Twin.
Fucking.
Cocks.
Her brain stalled.
The devious part of her mind—that same part she’d spent most of her adult life burying under reason and logic and courtroom decorum—lurched forward with horrifying interest.
What exactly was he supposed to do withthose?
Perfectly shaped. Glinting faintly in the red light. The same pewter-grey as the rest of his flawless, battle-hewn body. The first was long, thick, veined like a cruel promise. The second—slimmer, slightly curved—looked almost… adaptable. Designed for something more precise.
Designed for her.
Oh, fuck. She should not bethinkinglike this. Not here. Not now. Not after everything he’d done. But the heat coiled in her belly was too undeniable to ignore. The man—no,creature—was walking sin. Alien. Brutal. Possessive.
And beautiful.
