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Idris tilted to stare at the camera. “Let them hear we won’t go gently or quietly. Let them toss and turn at night wondering if it’s their last. Let them tremble in fear knowing they will deserve the revenge coming their way.”
Svetlana stared at him before smiling brightly. “You are much more violent than I expected from a Canadian.”
“I’m many things, and I look forward to showing you all sides of myself. Now come here.”
“Why?”
He held open his arms. “Because you look like you need a hug.”
“I’m fine,” she groused even as she slid into his lap and let him envelope her.
“No, you’re not. Neither am I, but at least we have each other.”
Although that might not last because the next time he woke in a lab, Dr. Levy made it very clear why he’d put them together.
“I’ve noticed you and your female roommate haven’t copulated. Unacceptable. You were placed together for a reason.”
The statements had Idris gaping at Levy. “You’re joking, right? This isn’t the time or place to be indulging, especially seeing as how you’re always spying.”
“Monitoring.” Levy quibbled over the word. “And I am being deadly serious. We’ve yet to achieve a viable pregnancy. Artificial insemination has thus far failed, and so we’re interested in seeing if more natural means will be more successful.”
“I am not impregnating Svetlana for your sick research,” he huffed.
“You might want to rethink that position because if you’re not going to fuck and get Patient One oh three pregnant, I will put her with someone who will.”
Knowing Levy, he would go through with the threat. However, at the same time, how could Idris agree or cooperate?
Chapter Eighteen
When Idris wokefrom his stint in the lab, he appeared grim.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You don’t want to know,” he grumbled.
“Must be bad.” Her own visit had been the usual annoyance of tests and questions. Levy refused to believe she changed for the first time in the hotel room. Why would she lie?
“Let’s leave it at he’s pressuring me to do something I don’t want to do.”
“Is sex with me such a chore?”
He blinked. “You know?”
Her shoulders rolled. “He made it very clear that we are cellmates for the singular purpose of screwing and”—she held up her fingers to quote—“make him a therianthrope baby.”
A deep groan left Idris. “That fucker is unbelievable. I hope you told him where to go.”
“I told him we’d fornicate but only if he improved the food.”
Once more, he blinked. “You what?”
“He wants something from us, so I negotiated.”
“But…” Idris sputtered.
“But what? It’s not as if we have anything else to do, and I could use the stress relief.”
“Aren’t you worried about what they’ll do to a baby?”
