Page 176 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Ambrose is offering me both.

I shiver, before I pirouette.

Then I lose myself in the dance.

I forget my sore muscles and exhaustion.

The sunbeams shine across my face. I throw my head back, bathing in it. Dust motes dance alongside me.

I glide across the gleaming ballroom to the music inside my head.

Except, I need a partner.

My Alpha.

I spin toward Ambrose, faster and faster.

He steps out from behind the piano, as if we’re both drawn together by a thread.

He holds out his arms, catching me.

Panting, I look up into Ambrose’s face.

The sun makes his hair and eyes gleam like molten gold.

He’s a warrior god, who has caught his mortal Omega. Except, I’m not struggling to escape.

I never want him to let go.

Ambrose is so much taller than me that I need to lift my chin and stand on tiptoes, begging for a kiss.

He claims my lips, passionately.

But then, he lifts me into his arms gently like I’m precious.

“My sun,” Ambrose murmurs. He holds me closer, sliding his hand down my leotard. “Look how you shine.”

He gently lays me down beneath the stars, moon, and the sunbeams.

In this ballroom, we’re joined in both darkness and light.

Day and night.

Ambrose cages me, pressing his strong body against me, kissing me with such tenderness that the depth of his love makes me clutch his shoulders.

Ambrose kisses down my jaw and neck, before sliding his thumb to my bond bite and caressing it.

Blinding pleasure makes me squirm.

I whimper.

“I’m going to make love to you.” Ambrose grazes his teeth across my bond bite, and I arch against him.

“Please, Amby.” It’s all I’m capable of saying.

I’m aching with desire already.

I need to feel him inside me.

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