Free Never Submit! The Swarii Brides, Book One by Korey Mae Johnson

there to argue. “Thorton’s a grown man. He can do what he wants. He’s not my wife.”
    “Neither am I !” she cried, leaning against the corner. “What can I do to get you to understand that? You don’t even know my name !”
    Graham’s posture froze at that realization. She was right. He never learned her name, and he could stake his life on the fact that her name wasn’t ‘Pet’, which was the only thing Jazeel had called her that morning.
    It didn’t matter, however. She was his universe—he probably wouldn’t have chosen her to be that for him, and if he had, it definitely wouldn’t have been during a time like this. Still, it was not extremely tactful not to have asked by now, but every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but think he needed to call her, ‘Young Lady’ or ‘Little Girl’. “I am sorry about that, my sweet. Please, what’s your name?”
    She rolled her eyes and said flatly, “Ellie.” She leaned her back up against the wall, glaring grumpily at him.
    He leaned over her, bracing his body only by putting a hand on the wall over her head. “That’s a beautiful name,” he hummed. “Short for something?” He leaned down and breathed deeply. Lord, she smelt fantastic .
    She looked a little nervous at this and tried to sink lower to the ground, hoping to give the distance between their faces a little bit more space. “Eleanor. Eleanor Jonas.”
    “Eleanor Jonas Masterson ,” he corrected shortly, raising his finger like a teacher would after she mistakenly called an adverb an adjective.
    Her face turned beat red with anger. “Why on Earth would I put on your last name onto mine ?” she growled.
    He grinned, looking somewhat surprised. “You’re actually pretty damn adorable when you’re angry,” he mentioned.
    “I must be nearly unbearable right now, then,” she seethed. “Look, on Earth we marry—you know, in front of… the community, and God, and our family, and… There’s a courting process, normally…”
    “Yes, and that’s very cute, but God knows who He chose for me. This is pre-approved! A union is sacred—it only happens once in our entire lives! I mean, scientists think it’s just a hormonal exchange with people who are genetically compatible, BUT everyone who has a fingernail of religion in their blood knows there’s more to it! We don’t need the community to approve. We don’t need parents to approve—there’s no happiness anywhere else than with each other—maybe if we didn’t meet there would have been chance of something else, or you could have felt the union with someone else. I don’t know— I never have, obviously. But it doesn’t matter. It happened to US— now . And the more you push against that fact, the more miserable you’re going to be; you’ve already got the sickness . It’s only going to get worse if you don’t have intercourse. With me. It’s the only cure.”
    At this point, she was light-headed. She nearly felt intoxicated by being so close by him. He smelt so good—so manly. His body was so close that if she took a deep breath, she would bump her breasts against him. 
    “That’s the biggest bunch of bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life! You’re insane !” she exclaimed, putting her hand to her hot forehead. “I’m fine. I don’t have the sickness, whatever the hell that is! We didn’t have the union! I’m not your mate, your wife, your ANYTHING. I hate your guts! You’re egotistical, pushy, domineering, insulting, thoughtless…” She spit out every word, but then she looked right at him.
    And her body took over. She didn’t know who made the check-mate move first, but it was as if two magnets were finally tired of repelling against each other and slammed together with force. He kissed her mouth deeply, pressing her firmly against the wall. She reached out for him, putting her arms around his neck, allowing him to rip her buttoned shirt open, revealing her lacy bra, which still did nothing to