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as if she were with some trusted bodyguard.
    What startled him the most was that there was a part of him that wished he could be that for her.
    Probably because he’d gone fifteen years without plowing any sweet fields.
    Or not so sweet fields. It had been a drought—a frozen winter in which all of his body’s needs had been neglected.
    For a moment, he feared that it had wasted away and fallen off during his imprisonment.
    No, he reassured himself. It was definitely still there, snuggled like a damn puppy up against her delicious, round, apple ass. His fingers fairly itched to spank it and he was sure her cheeks would flame just like they had when she’d felt guilty for running her hands all over him.
    There’d been something decadent in that, holding himself so still as she explored.
    His cock jerked against her and she gasped, but didn’t move away from him. As if she had anywhere to go.  
    By Ragnarok, he had to get this woman to an outpost and get rid of her. He’d never achieve anything if all he could do was be led around by his cock.
    “No answer for me then?” she prompted.
    Magnus realized he’d forgotten what she’d asked him. “I don’t remember what you asked me.”
    “Is it the freezing sickness?” She squirmed around in his lap to look at him.
    And he wondered for the first time if maybe he was actually dead and this was the real Hel—not some shitty prison planet, but a place where he’d be punished for all the wrong he’d done. To have some sweet miss squirming against his aching cock from now until the wolf swallowed all the suns and shattered the rainbow bridge.
    “No, it’s not that, girl. Be still.” Magnus didn’t want to look at her face. If he did, he might do something stupid, like kiss her.
    And she’d let him. She’d admitted she’d do whatever he wanted.
    But he didn’t want a woman because she was earning her keep. He wanted a woman who wanted him with the same fury, the same need.
    “I don’t want to be still. If you’re going to die and leave me alone in this hulk of bolts, I need to know,” she cried.
    Her eyes were so wide, and her breasts rose and fell against his bare chest with her impassioned plea.
    “No, I’m not going to die. Unless you don’t stop squirming.”
    “I don’t understand your problem with my moving around. No other male has had such a reaction to me.”
    He arched a brow. “I’m sure they have. But I’m also sure you didn’t touch any of them like you touched me, and I can’t forget it.”
    “Why not?” Her fingers dug into his shoulders. It was a cute little burn, her cat scratches. Her question was almost a plea.
    “I liked it.”
    Her face flamed again, and he decided that he definitely liked making her blush.
    “I still like it. So stop being a minx, turn around, and be still .”
    He could swear that he could feel her heartbeat thundering against the cage of her ribs. But that wasn’t possible. No human heart could beat so loudly, but that didn’t stop some part of him from fancying that he could.
    “I… if you want me,” she began.
    “Oh, I want you, but I’d rather have you screaming.”
    “You want me to be afraid?” She curled her nose.
    He laughed, a deep sort of gut laugh that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “No, little one. I want you to be screaming with need. I want you to be demanding I fuck you because there’s no other way to sate you. Get me?”
    She licked her lips. “I thought you’d be… but you’re exactly what I wanted.”
    “What?” He had absolutely no idea what to make of that statement.
    She turned away from him, faced the controls, and was again stiff as a statue. “You know I fantasized about you. Obviously.” She shook her head. “Goddess, I’m so embarrassed.”
    She took a shuddering breath, and he knew that she had more to say.
    “I made you into the ideal of a man. But while I was doing it, I knew it couldn’t be real. I knew if you ever woke up, you’d be angry. You’d