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But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

"I beg to differ. I see our tastes are only similar in bed. " She let out an even softer and sultry laugh, enough to make him think of crawling back to her bed. "It's just disappointing how they cover you, I prefer you naked." Atlas didn't hide his smile, holding her gaze as he buttons his shirt. "I admire your honesty." "Isn't it the best policy?" She said, standing up and letting the blanket fall out of her. Atlas looked at her body one more time, trying to commit them to memory. He never fucks the same woman twice, they always get attached.

I dropped my bag and sank to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. "Hiding won't make the whispers stop, you know." I jerked my head up. Atlas was sitting two aisles over, his long legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back against a bookshelf filled with books on the French Revolution. He wasn't wearing his varsity jacket, just a dark, fitted sweater. Without the gold and black armor, he looked surprisingly human. "I'm not hiding," I lied, wiping a frustrated tear from the corner of my eye. "I'm studying."

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Atlas has latched himself onto my left breast, swirling his tongue around my peak. My breathing has gotten heavy, and I’m squirming on the bed. Apollo’s face ends up in front of mine. He leans in and grazes his lips along my chin. He pushes my legs open, and his finger finds my nub. “She’s wet already, brother.” Atlas unlatches from my breast and moves up to my face. His finger finds its way to my core, but his fingers go inside of me.

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Looking at her now, so obedient and sweet, Atlas felt an almost overwhelming urge to devour her whole. ***

He tried to run to her but Anya restrained her with her embrace. Then Atlas turned his sights to the destruction of his own city again, laughing as he did so, releasing power from his staff, destroying the beautiful tall structures of Atlantis, pleased with himself. "Watch as your beloved city turns to dust, old sorcerer!" he declared. Anya, Eleejah and all the other maidservants hovered over Travan. "Grandpa! Grandpa!" cried Eleejah. "Master Travan, please say you're alright?" Anya clamored.

The dorm room was dark, save for the cheap lamp on Ezra's desk. The radiator hummed softly, echoing through the silence of the night. Ezra laid on his bed, curled up beneath his thick blanket, phone in hand, staring at the chatbox on his screen. _Ken_D☆ll: “So, how about we meet tomorrow at Punt Park? Sounds good?”