Artemis didn’t understand why she felt guilty. She didn’t do anything wrong. But there was something about his stance and amused expression that had her dwindling her thumbs.
Maybe it had something to do with his lack of shirt and how small the massive canvas of his body made her feel. She wasn’t anywhere near delicate but Raiden had a way of making her feel dainty.
She cleared her throat. “I wasn’t planning on talking to you about this any time soon. But... oh Goddess this is unnerving.” She stopped to shift in her seat.
Wrath’s curiosity peaked. “What is it?” he urged.
“Well... I’m an alpha.”
Raiden’s confusion grew alongside his curiosity. “Yes... I’ve noticed that by now.”
“Alphas need heirs... and I’m not saying that I need you to give me a child any time soon!” she piped anxiously.
Raiden looked about three kinds of uncomfortable. His hand subconsciously moved to the knot keeping his towel together. He was most certainly not ready to complete the mate bond.
Lycans’ tempter became haywire when they were in the web of anger or passion. A peck from Artemis was enough to have him burning with desire. He didn’t want to begin to think what he’d be like while buried in the depth between her legs. No. He’d be too rough and demanding. He’d hurt her. He wasn’t ready.
Artemis looked pointedly at his panicked eyes. “I know what you’re thinking,” she admitted before continuing. “I’m not asking us to complete the mate bond. I can wait all you’d like. But I know that you... struggle to trust yourself.” She stopped to shrug. “It got me thinking... I don’t know, maybe we can try certain... therapies.”
He didn’t catch on. He combed a shaky hand through his hair as he replied, “I don’t understand. I’m already doing therapy.”
“Do you know what BDSM is? It tends to be a human practice.”
He frowned at this. “Yes, I read about it. But what does that have to do with anything?” He looked somewhat innocent at that moment, a look he didn’t often have.
Artemis felt insecure as she thought about the news she was about to deliver. Her wolf disliked the feeling of vulnerability. She didn’t like the idea of her mate hurting her even in the midst of pleasure.
She took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t mind trying to be submissive. If it helps you see how much I trust you and how much control you have over yourself... then—”
A furious growl interrupted her.
The single word was as heavy as lead with finalization. He took multiple steps away and turned his back on her. “Is that what you see me as?” he demanded.
Artemis wasn’t expecting this anger. “What? Wait, Raiden take me one step at a time. I can’t keep up with that head of yours. What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
His fists clenched as he fought the urge to clam up. “Am I so fucked up that you think the only way to help me is by degrading yourself?” he spat while refusing to look away from the wall.
Artemis sighed. “That’s not it... I was only doing research. I just want to help...”
“I know! I can see that!” he assured with another growl. “But... fuck, Artemis. You just confirmed what little you think of me,” his head fell. “I’m not so morbid that I would get off to tying you like some dog.”
She was off the couch and wrapping her arms around him in a heartbeat. “That’s not it,” she whispered against his bare back.
“I’m not that bad. I’m not a monster. Im not that bad,” he murmured to assure himself. His voice was audibly pained.
She stroked his chest with her palm in an attempt to soothe him. “You’re not. I just wanted to show you that I trust you. Don’t think too much of it, please.”
He spun and returned her embrace. “You are a strong woman. It’s what I admire about you. You’re my raven. You soar high and conquer the evil of the world with that spirit, ambition, and kindness of yours. I would never tie you down even in the literal sense.”
Artemis was speechless. Raiden didn’t talk much but when he did, he didn’t fail to say something meaningful.
“I wouldn’t take that spark from you in public or in private. I am not your dominant or your equal for that matter,” he stopped to sigh. “You’re too good for me.”
She opened her mouth to debate that last statement but Raiden cut her off by shoving her face into the crook of his neck.
“Submission is a poison for alphas. You don’t need to distress yourself for me. I will get better with time.”
Artemis sighed with defeat. Whether he saw it or not, he was perfect.
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