Now that he was staring at one in the secluded hangar the limousine had stopped in, he was in awe. Closing his open mouth with an audible snap, he tried to appear nonchalant. Luxury wasn’t something he was used to—abducted or not. When Aethelwulf exited the vehicle, Jim pleaded, “Please, don’t do this. Let me go. I don’t want to be your mate.” Aethelwulf cupped Jim’s cheek, the act surprisingly tender. “I will take care of you, Mr. Faulkner. You will want for nothing.” Jim felt his anger flare. “Will you give me love?” The man smiled. “Of course. You’ll be my mate. And you won’t be alone. You’ll have others to keep you company.” “Excuse me?” “I have nine mates already. With you, I’ll have a full ten.” Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You have a harem? And nine aren’t enough for you?” Aethelwulf quirked an eyebrow.
