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I nod. “The Brok pack.”

Hope, joy, and love.

In the midst of our imprisonment and uncertainty, finding each other is allowing emotions that I thought were long dead to blossom.

Finally, Lark’s scent becomes rich and heavenly again.

I breathe in deeply and sigh. “May I kiss you?”

He nods.

I lean down, acutely aware that I’ve never asked that before.

I’ve never wanted to.

Lark’s large eyes are as wide as mine.

Is he feeling the same as me? Is this the first kiss that we’ve both truly chosen?

His lips are soft and open sweetly to me.

I forget in a flurry of nerves and sensory overload how to kiss, but Lark takes over, licking across the seam of my lips and then slipping his tongue into my mouth. He coaxes me in a tangle of tongues, and slow, languorous desire.

I moan, unable to stop myself humping my hips against him.

He drags me back by the hair.

He’s purring, deep and rumbling.

Lark’s pupils are blown wide but he scans my face like he’s assessing that I’m okay, before he commands, “Again.”

Then he drags me into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

I’m floating, lost in his scent and mind-blowing touch.

I’ve never been kissed like this.

It feels right.

As if everything is finally falling into place, when before, it’d felt so wrong.

I never want to stop kissing him.

I slip my hand down between us, palming across his crotch.

He’s hard.

Lark moans against my lips, and it’s such a delicious sound that I rub across his hard cock again.

“Omega on Omega action on my first day, lucky me,” a bright voice says with a laugh from outside the cell.

I startle in fear.

CHAPTER SIX

Broken Basement, The Institute

Shit, a guard!

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