Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Taking the Chance

Chapter 27 Taking the Chance

If only she could forget.

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Heat powder was merciless. It branded two people mid-act, searing their very essence into each other’s primal cores. If one died, the other’s core shattered.

That was the only reason she’d let him in when she saw him at her door.

Having amused himself at his wife’s expense, Merrick’s tone sobered.

“Gillian. I don’t have the strength left to control this armor. You’ll have to seize the moment.”

His large hand covered hers, fingers lacing together, pressing against his lower abdomen.

Her psionic power surged forward at his touch-and found the gap at the codpiece. It was no wider than a single hair.

She frowned. “That’s all?”

He laughed weakly, “The release mechanism is damaged. It’s… not usually this small, Gillian.”

She wasn’t asking about small or large!

Merrick murmured, “It might seal completely soon. I’m getting dizzy.”

No more time to waste.

“If you’re sure, Merrick. I’m going in.”

“Go ahead, Gillian. Insert.”

Her face heated. He looked so proper-why did his words come out so… suggestive?

Her power slid vengefully into that hair-thin gap.

Trouble immediately.

Sweat and blood had fused the armor to his skin. She had to split her power in two, forcing the halves apart like tiny hands prying apart glued flesh.

Merrick’s whole body tensed.

His chin lifted, throat working as he swallowed hard.

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Chapter 27 Taking the Chance

The movement made her stop.

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“Merrick. Don’t move. The gap at the codpiece is tiny. If you keep shifting, you’ll interfere with my power. If the release mechanism detonates, we’re both dead.”

“Alright. I won’t move.”

He drew a deep, shuddering breath and forced himself to stay still. Those crimson eyes dragged themselves away from the curve of her neck.

“Promise me!”

“I promise. I won’t move.”

He dropped his chin onto her shoulder, bracing himself.

Satisfied, she went back to work. Inserting-no, removing-the armor.

“Did that hurt? Am I being too rough? I can try to separate the metal from your skin more gently.”

Merrick listened to her, but all he could think was how adorable she was.

A flush crept across her cheeks. He caught the faint scent of her skin from this close, and his breathing quickened despite himself.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he murmured, voice thick. “Not at all.”

If any beastman of the 9th Legion could see their commander now, they’d choke on their disbelief. The man whose tongue was sharper than taint itself was acting like a doting husband.

It took her a moment to catch his meaning.

Mortification flooded her face.

“If it doesn’t hurt, then stop making those noises.”

She immediately wanted to bite her own tongue. That only made it worse.

“Whatever you say, Gillian.”

His voice was pure surrender. Utterly indulgent.

She couldn’t even speed up her psionic power out of spite.

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Chapter 27 Taking the Chance

Minutes crawled by.

Golden power pushed deeper.

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From his V-line, up over his abs, all the way to his chest. Layer by layer, peeling the suit from his skin.

From the inside, she dismantled the advanced combat suit.

The sticky gray-white armor unzipped from his skin and collapsed, shrinking/back into a metal button that fit neatly in the palm of her hand.

It hit the floor.

Gillian beamed and bent down to pick it up. A sharp inhale escaped Merrick.

“Gillian. Don’t move.”

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