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and didn’t want to think about the sweetest little pussy sliding back and forth on my cock. Briefly, I’d touched her soul with mine. A brush only to feel my girl a little as she enjoyed herself, and all the while, I sweated balls, thinking that if she moaned anymore, I’d have to let myself mate her. But I wouldn’t. I held snaga away from her, when all I wanted to do was wrap it around her little neck and end her life. Let the wraiths—our dead fae army—take her soul in the name of Titan’s mating.
    And there it was. My truth. Bared. With her, all my power felt like a curse. My people weren’t Dark Fae because we were fluffy, warm, cuddly bastards. We carried snaga , and as the Titan of the Dark Fae, I carried it in death.
    Rain moaned louder, bringing my thoughts back to now.
    Her little tits were bigger today. I ran a thumb under her bra, and she slowed her pace. I knew why. She didn’t want me to know about the silicone in her bra, but I wasn’t an idiot. In any case, I didn’t give a shit about the size of her tits. If they were attached to her, I liked them. Shit. I rewarded my girl with a squeeze on her hip, and when I tried to move my hand away, she slapped hers on top of mine and said, “Stay.”
    I couldn’t deny her this. It wasn’t right. It’d snuff out her confidence, and she didn’t have much of it left. A bleached blonde. I didn’t care if her hair was purple. Her face flushed red with pleasure, and the bottom lip she never bit or worried between her teeth pouted. When the flush intensified, the red color spreading from her face to her neck, I realized she was embarrassed and not pleased. Sometimes I read her alien emotions wrong, so I reflected. I’d been sitting here while she enticed me to fuck her. She thought I wasn’t interested. I couldn’t fuck her, but I wasn’t a total dick. On most days.
    My fingers played over her hips, and when she didn’t move again and I saw how embarrassed she was, I gripped them both and guided her over the cock in my pants. She moaned again, and I smiled at her, encouraging her to continue. “Come here.” I wanted to kiss her again.
    She bent and touched her lips to mine, and I loved the way her fingers played little spider legs in my hair as I moved her back and forth and she assaulted my mouth. So much passion inside her. I had to get her off. All this unsated passion walking around my ship with all the other fae motherfuckers wasn’t something I wanted for her.
    “Oh, Titan,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m coming.”
    She picked up her pace. A small wooden four-leaf clover pendant bounced on her chest. I couldn’t help it. I moved the dress under her left tit and stared at her little pale nipple. I didn’t suck it. I couldn’t, or I’d lose my shit, but I kissed the top of her breast when she came on my cock and told her that her tits were beautiful.

Six
    T he next day —day two of the mating season—hand poised on the doorknob to Titan’s quarters, I twisted and pushed. My nose kissed the door. Great. I rubbed my nose, then twisted and pushed the knob again, but it didn’t open. Yesterday, the platinum-blonde look had gotten me some Titan lovin’. I intended to bleach and grow my hair, so after I got home from work, Apple and I had researched the best way to bleach hair without making it fall out from the chemicals. Even while helping me, Apple had cursed Titan, telling me he wasn’t worth the trouble. I ignored her because she was really bad for my positive attitude. The negativity suffocated me. I loved my sister, and she looked out for me, but I really couldn’t wait to leave my apartment and get to work inside his quarters. Did he think about me after I’d left his office yesterday? He’d given me a tough new project to work on. Maybe he wanted me to work instead of chase after him. Likely.
    I frowned at the door. Had he forgotten to unlock it? Titan valued routine above all else. How could he forget? Fist on the