Page 138 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

I couldn’t let this happen.

I just couldn’t.

He leaned forward and gently slid his bottom lip over mine. His breath massaged my nose and cheek.

I shut my eyes, ecstatic with the sensation. It was almost painful to have something I wanted so close.

The anticipation only heightened the sensation.

“I thought we weren’t going to see each other again?” I said.

“Is that what you want?” he said, not taking his lips from mine.

You don’t know what I want.

Or, maybe, you do.

“No,” I said softly.

“So, tell me what you do want.”

My mouth turned dry and I could hardly breathe.

I want you.

I couldn’t say it. But it was plainly written on my face if he were to open his eyes and look.

I wanted him more than I could express.

Words were too poor a substitute.

They could never plumb the depths required to explain that feeling, that desire, that need.

That obsession.

“I want…” I said.

“Yes?”

“I want…”

Not to get pregnant!

The voice of logic and reason hit me like a bucket of ice water.

My eyes bolted open and I shoved him back.

The door hissed open and he fell out.

He lay on the floor in the hallway.

The prisoners working on where a barricade had been set up the night before looked over at us.

Seeing me standing over Trayem, one blew a wolf whistle.

“Take it easy on him!” he yelled. “He’s just a boy!”

The prisoners joined in, smacking each other on the back and roaring with laughter.

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