Chapter 19

The next day, Macy couldn’t deny the way Titus had treated her since their passionate kiss hurt, but she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t continue living with a male who made every effort to either avoid her, or ignore her.

They needed to discuss what had happened, like two adults.

As she stood in front of Titus’ bedroom door, she took a deep breath. Titus had worked out with Blake a while ago, and she’d watched him take the elevator down to his quarters. She gently touched the handle, finding it locked. She knew he didn’t want to see her, which made her hate what she was about to do. She pulled out the master key for the silo. Yes, she’d used it many times on this door, but this time it seemed wrong.

Sliding it into the lock, she then opened the door. Glancing over at the unmade bed, she didn’t see Titus. As she stepped in, she softly shut the door behind her. At this point, she heard the water running in the bathroom. He must be showering after his workout.

She sat on the bed and waited. If the roles had been reversed and she had been the one ignoring Titus, she’d be furious to see him sitting on her bed without an invitation. However, she could only hope for the best in this situation, and pray that Titus understood once he heard what she had to say.

The water turned off, and she fought to steady her nerves.

A moment later, she heard the hair dryer, and she imagined running her fingers through all that thick, black, beautiful hair.

After a bit, Titus emerged from the bathroom, a white towel around his waist. He didn’t see her at first, but then startled when he did. She fought to keep her gaze on his face instead of taking in the hard pectorals and washboard abs. Her body pulsed with need as she remembered him on top of her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, glancing at the door.

“I’m sorry, but I broke in. I have some things I need to say to you, and the way you’ve been treating me since that kiss hasn’t allowed for it.”

“That was a mistake. It never should have happened. I was dreaming.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry it did happen. I apologize. I feel awful it did.”

“Well, we need to put it behind us because I refuse to live with a male who ignores me and avoids me.”

She stood and approached him. Their bodies were only inches apart, yet, he refused to meet her gaze.

“Titus, do you understand me? I won’t live like this.”

He studied her face, and her body exploded with need, the ache of desire in her lower belly undeniable.

Reaching out, he touched her cheek and her breath caught as the pad of his thumb gently caressed the corner of her mouth. “I changed my mind, Macy. I’m not sorry about what happened between us. In fact, I’ve thought of little else.”

Her heart pounded in her chest and her knees weakened. She hadn’t anticipated hearing him say that. In fact, it had been the last thing she’d expected.

“I wasn’t dreaming of Simon. I was dreaming of you. In my dream, you were under me, and my cock was buried deep inside you. It felt so good to have you beneath me, to be having sex with you.”

Her limbs began to shake at his words, and she suddenly grew light-headed.

“I’m not an honorable male, Macy. I’ve been thinking of you non-stop. I’ve cheated the memories of Simon, and I’ve made you a sexual object within my mind. It upsets me, so please, I ask you, please go. Keep this distance that I’ve built between us because if you stay in here any longer, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

He dropped his hand and turned away from her.

She couldn’t move.

Titus had sexual thoughts about her? He wanted her to leave, but she didn’t know if she could.

How she longed to feel his arms around her again, to share a closeness that only lovers understood. She wanted to slake this loneliness within her.

“Go,” Titus said again.

She wanted to honor his wishes, but she couldn’t.

He turned to her. “Go!”

His voice reverberated around the room and his features turned dark, yet she couldn’t decide if it was because of anger or desire.

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no?’ I’ve asked you to leave my quarters, and I’ve explained why. I’ve given you everything you’ve asked of me, now respect my wishes.”

She held out her trembling hand and placed it on his heart. “I can’t leave, Titus. I’ve thought of little else but our kiss since it happened. I need you.”

Stepping closer, she closed the space between them. His eyes widened as she placed a kiss on his chest, his skin hot to her lips as his body trembled.

He laid his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. “I will not sully you,” he whispered. “I will not deflower you, Macy.”

She reached out to him again, this time taking his hand. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

His breath caught in his throat, and for a few seconds, they stared at each other, the silence stretching. This would be a turning point in their relationship, and she hoped a good one. She didn’t want to be mated. She just wanted the opportunity to be with another, to feel loved for just a while every now and then. It wouldn’t be any different between Titus and her than it had been with Roman. She understood that her human form wasn’t the type that males wanted to mate.

Before she knew what happened, he’d picked her up with ease and had her back against the door.

He claimed her mouth with force, their tongues dueling wildly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he pressed against her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her upper thighs as he held her in place. He quickly lifted her dress, his towel fell to the floor, and she tangled her fingers in his hair. It was just as she remembered: thick and soft.

The heat of desire within her may combust at any second. She wanted to feel him take her, to claim her. Her chest and throat constricted, and it seemed she couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter. Their frenzied passion only made her want him more as her heart thudded in her chest.

He roughly yanked her underwear aside and slid a finger deep into her core. She moaned, loving the feeling, but it wasn’t enough for her.

“More,” she whispered against his mouth. “Give me more.”

He removed his finger and the tip of his cock pressed against her slick entrance. His heavy breaths tickled her cheek as he pushed his hips forward and slipped in. She cried out at the invasion, relishing the slight pain and the way he stretched her, filling her.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth.

He groaned as he slammed his hips into her, over and over, his strong arms suspending her in the air. She ran her hands over his taunt biceps, loving the feeling of being completely out of control. With each thrust, she sensed his desperate need for release as his body trembled and sweat formed across his shoulders.

Shutting her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations. This was what she loved—the wild abandon as he took her. Her world would shatter at any second, her whole body would shake and explode with such force it would leave her breathless and sated afterward.

“Oh, God,” Titus whispered. “Macy.”

Hearing her name on his lips sent her over the edge. Her core violently contracted around his cock, and she quivered from head to toe as she gripped his hair and screamed, never wanting the feeling to end.

He completed seconds later with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering, as well. They sank to the floor, still joined, both of them gasping for air. She rested her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes, feeling completely sated and as if her and Titus were the only two people in existence.

A few moments later, the world around her had returned. She pushed Titus’ hair back from his face, and he looked at her, his dark gaze twinkling as a small smile played on his lips.

“I’m at a loss for words,” he whispered.

She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Don’t say anything.”

Standing, she had every intention of leaving. That was the way it had been with Roman, and she assumed it would be the same with Titus.

Smoothing her dress down, she made a mental note to talk to Beverly about birth control. She’d just had her period, so she didn’t worry about pregnancy, and since SR44ians were immune to the diseases of humans, she didn’t concern herself with that, either.

She turned to allow Titus a little privacy as he stood up. She heard the swish of the towel as he picked it up, and she gave him a moment to cover himself.

“Thank you for a lovely time,” she said, heading for the door. “I hope we can do it again in the near future.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She turned to him. He pushed his hair back, and she stared for a moment. He definitely was a gorgeous male, and her lips burned from his beard and bruising kisses. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because … because we’re done.”

He grinned and walked over to her. “Don’t go, Macy. Don’t leave.”

Confusion tore through her as she’d never been in this position before. She and Roman had always parted ways after having sex, and she’d just assumed it would be the same with Titus.

Yet, spending more time with the male did sound appealing. Having him hold her in his arms, and possibly even getting more sex, definitely sounded good, despite her sudden fatigue.

Besides, what could it hurt? She had nowhere she had to be.

“Very well. I’ll stay.”