looks don’t matter, that only love matters, but they’re wrong. I can’t have sex with Dohan down the hall because I’m not attracted to him, and if I’m not attracted to him, I can’t even give him a date. Hence, I can’t get to know him to love him. Looks do matter. In the eyes of the beholder, they matter, and you know what else?” My voice rose. “People keep trying to look better. They exercise, they try to eat healthy, they go to spas and salons, men shave or grow beards while women wear makeup, and yet, everywhere you turn, people judge and say looks don’t matter. Bullshit.” I cleared my throat. “And so I tried to…”
“Matter?” he said.
I nodded.
“Mates are of the soul, not of the body,” he said.
“No worries, I got that part.” He was disappointed with his mate. It didn’t matter why. Was it even possible for a fae to be disappointed with his mate? Sure it was. For Titan! Boy, I really knew how to pick them. Even my sister hadn’t found a match. My man didn’t even bother lying. I’d thought the mate was everything a fae hoped for.
My heart hurt.
I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Stupid girl.
The bed was the only place to sit on since he’d removed my desk, and standing would be awkward, so I scooted away from him. I wished he hadn’t moved my desk. But then I’d be stuck working inside his quarters. I furrowed my brow. I needed to work today. On Titan’s ship and under his direction.
“You don’t get any part of what I’m saying,” Titan said. “You presume you do. You’re so wrapped up in your head, you’re not paying attention.”
I gaped. The nerve of this one. “What? Me?” I pointed a finger at my chest and rose.
“You.” He leaned back and rested his weight on his hands, his whole magnificent body laid out.
I avoided his hip area and locked eyes with his black ones. “I pay attention,” I said.
“If you paid attention, you’d have noticed some things.”
“Like what?”
“I hate that you wear heels.”
“Guys love heels.”
“Do I look like a guy?”
“No, but you are a male.”
“I like heels only to feel them jabbing my ass while I fuck you. Other than that, I like bare feet. I like you barefoot.”
I chuckled. “Barefoot and working. That’s…that’s different.”
“Mm-hm. That’s right. I want my mate barefoot and pregnant and running around my quarters. All day long inside my quarters so that I can come and fuck her whenever I want. All day if I want. No work with groins. But I can’t have any of that because of the mating ritual. So excuse me for being a little pissed off when I can’t come inside you and claim what is mine!”
I stepped back. “I’m willing!” Except for the no-work part. We’d have to talk about that at another time.
“Back on Droila, our land, during our mating season, the wraiths rise to witness. They hover with the living and bond our souls. They brush them with death snaga . It is the way of my people to pay respect to the death snaga , which keeps us in power. You are human.”
“You mate humans. There are several human mates on your ship,” I said.
“There are, but there is only one Titan of the Fae. A mate to a Titan must be a fae, and if the wraiths brush a human’s soul, they will take it. She’ll be severed from her human self and become fae. If you mate me, you couldn’t even drive a car. You’ll have to live up here, and when you do go to Earth, you better not touch anything other than the trees, because those grafts you’re working on might not work on you.”
“I don’t care about driving a car. I don’t care if I never step foot on Earth again. You are mine.”
He appeared in front of me, his lips close to mine, he said, “I’m living dead, and I carry death snaga . Did you know that?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’re not dead. I see you, so you can’t be dead.”
“But it is who I am. Titan of the Dark Fae. The stuff of myth, the fairy creature from
“Matter?” he said.
I nodded.
“Mates are of the soul, not of the body,” he said.
“No worries, I got that part.” He was disappointed with his mate. It didn’t matter why. Was it even possible for a fae to be disappointed with his mate? Sure it was. For Titan! Boy, I really knew how to pick them. Even my sister hadn’t found a match. My man didn’t even bother lying. I’d thought the mate was everything a fae hoped for.
My heart hurt.
I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Stupid girl.
The bed was the only place to sit on since he’d removed my desk, and standing would be awkward, so I scooted away from him. I wished he hadn’t moved my desk. But then I’d be stuck working inside his quarters. I furrowed my brow. I needed to work today. On Titan’s ship and under his direction.
“You don’t get any part of what I’m saying,” Titan said. “You presume you do. You’re so wrapped up in your head, you’re not paying attention.”
I gaped. The nerve of this one. “What? Me?” I pointed a finger at my chest and rose.
“You.” He leaned back and rested his weight on his hands, his whole magnificent body laid out.
I avoided his hip area and locked eyes with his black ones. “I pay attention,” I said.
“If you paid attention, you’d have noticed some things.”
“Like what?”
“I hate that you wear heels.”
“Guys love heels.”
“Do I look like a guy?”
“No, but you are a male.”
“I like heels only to feel them jabbing my ass while I fuck you. Other than that, I like bare feet. I like you barefoot.”
I chuckled. “Barefoot and working. That’s…that’s different.”
“Mm-hm. That’s right. I want my mate barefoot and pregnant and running around my quarters. All day long inside my quarters so that I can come and fuck her whenever I want. All day if I want. No work with groins. But I can’t have any of that because of the mating ritual. So excuse me for being a little pissed off when I can’t come inside you and claim what is mine!”
I stepped back. “I’m willing!” Except for the no-work part. We’d have to talk about that at another time.
“Back on Droila, our land, during our mating season, the wraiths rise to witness. They hover with the living and bond our souls. They brush them with death snaga . It is the way of my people to pay respect to the death snaga , which keeps us in power. You are human.”
“You mate humans. There are several human mates on your ship,” I said.
“There are, but there is only one Titan of the Fae. A mate to a Titan must be a fae, and if the wraiths brush a human’s soul, they will take it. She’ll be severed from her human self and become fae. If you mate me, you couldn’t even drive a car. You’ll have to live up here, and when you do go to Earth, you better not touch anything other than the trees, because those grafts you’re working on might not work on you.”
“I don’t care about driving a car. I don’t care if I never step foot on Earth again. You are mine.”
He appeared in front of me, his lips close to mine, he said, “I’m living dead, and I carry death snaga . Did you know that?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’re not dead. I see you, so you can’t be dead.”
“But it is who I am. Titan of the Dark Fae. The stuff of myth, the fairy creature from
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