What would I do if they didn’t take me home?
I sniffed, the onset of tears burning hot at the back of my throat.
I had to be strong.
Look on the bright side.
Kal was a much kinder—and hotter—creature than the Changelings. He would take care of me. He would help me return home.
But what about my friends? I couldn’t just leave them here…
Squeak.
It was the groan of a wooden floorboard outside my door. A large shadow blocked the light on the other side.
It was him, I thought. Kal.
He was outside my chamber door and I was dressed in my slutty silk negligee. He might think I put this on just for him…
Which, of course, I would never, ever do…
Not ever…
I lay back on the bed and rearranged my hair and boobs. The negligee rose up my thigh, high enough to give him enough to imagine without being an outright hussy.
I waited for him to knock. When he did, I would say, “Come,” in as confident a voice I could muster. It would almost certainly come out a squeak.
He would stare at me, eyes agog, mouth hanging open.
“Hi,” I would say, taking control of the situation. “Why am I laying here like this? I always lay like this. Is there something I can do for you?”
Yes. That was what I would do.
It wasn’t my fault if he ravished me and tore my clothes off.
I giggled at the idea.
No, don’t giggle.
Ladies don’t giggle. They sort of chortle in a deep voice.
Huh-huh-huh. Like that.
It wouldn’t be my fault at all.
So, I waited.
The shadow didn’t move.
And then it did move.
Away.
He hadn’t knocked. He hadn’t forced his way in.
No…
I sat up.
Damn him! Not again!
Hadn’t the kiss meant anything? Hadn’t he felt the electricity surging between the two of us?
Hadn’t he sensed I wanted him?
I moved for the door and threw it open. I leaned out and peered along the hallway in both directions.
He was gone.
Damn it!
I returned to my room and paced up and down with heavy, thudding footsteps.
You couldn’t treat someone like this! You couldn’t turn hot and cold whenever you felt like it!
Somebody ought to teach him a few lessons in manners!
But he was a lord. No one around here was going to do it. Somebody needed to take control.
And by God, if it had to be me, then so be it!
I threw the door open for the second time and marched headlong down the hallway in my bare feet. The castle was silent and my footsteps—to my ears—sounded like a charging elephant.
I turned two corners before I became a little concerned. The castle was full of red-blooded Titans armed to the teeth. And here I was, dressed in a thin negligee and nothing else…
The Titans might have a different attitude to sex than humans. Maybe they didn’t need consent. Maybe I was asking for it just dressing like this?
I kept my head down and marched a little faster. I curled my toes to step a little softer. Disquiet replaced anger as I wound through the endless hallways.
For a moment, I thought I was lost, and my heart thundered in my chest.
I was relieved when I found the door to his room. I smoothed my hands over my body and hair and raised a hand to knock. I considered just standing there the same way he had, letting him know I was there before turning and marching away triumphantly…
But that didn’t seem enough punishment to me.
I would show him what he could have had, what he could have been enjoying. That was the ticket!
I raised my chin defiantly and knocked on the door. I hit it harder than I thought. It hurt and I shook my hand.
“Come,” his voice said.
Hey! That’s my line!
He’d better not be lounging innocently on his bed, that’s all I can say!
My hand shook as I pressed the handle down and opened the door.
He wasn’t lying down. He’d done one better.
He stood in the middle of the room in his nightgown. Its frayed ends tickled the floor. It was unbound and hung open, revealing his mature chest and hard stomach. His underwear was much like something a human might wear but what was nestled inside it was nothing like you’d find on a regular man…
He was huge.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
He immediately placed the papers he was reading on his desk and moved to tie the robe shut.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to come to my room.”
Didn’t expect me to come? And yet it was okay for him to come, not knock, and leave me hanging?
I folded my arms under my breasts, helping them to look bigger and almost spill out the front of my negligee.
“I suppose that wasn’t you outside my room earlier,” I said.
He looked me over.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he said simply.
Sleeping? How could a girl sleep after that kiss? How could he?
Flustered and not sure how to respond, I shut the door behind me. I didn’t want his servants overhearing our argument.
And then I saw the key jutting from the lock like a kid poking its tongue out.
My anger faded. I knew what I was there for. The same reason he came to my room earlier. He’d made the jump and kissed me. He showed me what he wanted. It was only fair I met him halfway.
No more games.
I turned the key in the lock. It snapped into place with a satisfying click.
When I turned to him, that yearning was back on his face. But so was his fear, his uncertainty as to whether or not he could go through with this.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t want,” he said, not taking his eyes from me.
I crossed to him and gazed up into his flaming purple eyes.
“You’re not making me do anything I don’t want,” I said.
I kept my eyes on him and reached for the
