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“That was before.”

“Before what?”

I frown. “Before you placed your teeth on me.”

Rexton turns, letting his lips just barely graze against mine, but it’s not a kiss. Why isn’t he kissing me? I’ve given him permission. Is he playing hard to get?

I move forward to complete the kiss, to fully connect our mouths, but Rexton retreats. He remains close, but he’s now a few inches away.

“Stop playing these games,” I hiss. “You bit me. You teased me. And now youwillkiss me.”

Rexton snorts. “You can’t bully me into kissing you, Cassia.”

“Yes, actually, I very well can.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward. “I’m not going to kiss you…” Rexton hurries to smooth his thumbs over my eyebrows. “Calm your eyes, Cassia. We’re in the middle of a war camp, and you just tried to murder my parents. This isn’t the right time.”

I bat his hands away from my face.

Rexton’s budding smile transforms into a full grin, but I know it’s at my expense. I am the butt of no joke, not even for Rexton.

“I would like to see your penis,” I decide. “Show me.”

I push against Rexton’s shoulders, not-so-politely telling him to back up. For once, he listens. He retreats several steps, finally allowing me to see what I’m working with.

I’m pleased.

I’ve always found Rexton attractive. His body is strong, and despite his height, he maintains a sturdy frame. I usually find men of Rexton’s height to be thin and gangly, but Rexton is neither.

“How many women have you bitten?” I ask.

A moment of silence, then a quiet, “Only you.”

Good.Rexton is the only man I’ve ever placed my teeth on, too.

I shift my gaze lower, eager to see the cock I’ve heard so much about. I’ve done some digging into Rexton, and most of what I’ve learned has been about his sexual past. He made quite an impression in the few years between securing a solid form and leaving for Greed, and I’ve yet to hear a negative review.

Rexton’s waist is narrow, and I chew at my bottom lip as I examine his cock and balls. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed, which meets my preferences. I also like his coloring. His balls are decently sized, too, and they hang at a nice position.

All in all, I’m satisfied.

Rexton shifts uncomfortably. “For fuck’s sake, Cassia.”

I won’t apologize for staring. It’s important to know what I’m signing myself up for.

“When we have time, I want to see you, too,” Rexton decides.

I shrug. “Very well.”

He won’t be disappointed. I take care of myself, and I’m confident in how I look. Rexton will appreciate it. If he doesn’t, I trust he’s intelligent enough to hide his displeasure. I won’t take his rejection kindly.

I gesture to his cock. “You’re not erect.”

“Should I be?” Rexton tilts his head to the side. “I’m not a teenager, and you’re openly examining me like I’m some sort of broodmare.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Rexton. Turn aro—”

I stop, cutting myself off. I’ve ordered every man I’ve ever been with to spin so I can get a complete view, but that might not be the best course of action with Rexton. His scars are a sensitive subject, and I don’t feel right demanding he show them to me.