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Swan’s lip curls up at one side. “Now that’s something that I’d pay to see, JuJu. ButIcould tear off his knot and use it as an interesting new prop, if I wanted to. I don’t, however, because we have a plan to escape, and that’s the most important thing.”

I should have known.

Swan is reckless, brilliant, and impulsive.

But he’s never taken his eye off our chance to win the R & J Choosing of the Principals contest.

“Should we run the burn under water?” I bite my lip.

“Dimitri already did. He’s one of those Alphas who hurts you with one hand and then comforts you with the other.”

“You mean an abuser.” I lean closer to Swan, resting my forehead against his. I need to feel his touch and know that he’s safe with me again. “We’ll win on Christmas Eve. You won’t bond with him. Instead, we’ll become principal dancers, work out our year, and fly from here.”

“Then you’ll be mine,” Swan snarls.

He captures my lips with a savage passion.

I can taste his soul in his kiss.

Surely, no man can kiss like this Beta. He’s as much a prodigy at this, as he is at dancing.

I moan, as Swan grabs my wrists, twisting our positions, until I’m pinned underneath him.

I can feel his hard cock through his thin underwear against my thigh.

He feathers kisses lower, down my jaw and along my throat.

I whine, tipping my head back further to give him more access. I feel like I’m burning up from each press of his soft lips against my scent gland.

Swan is panting. His silver eyes are wild.

Then he looks up at me with a devilish smirk. “A beautiful Omega like you should be kissed every day. Every hour.Every fucking minute.But right now, I want to find out what comes after a kiss…”

CHAPTER FOUR

Romeo Ballet Academy, Sanctum

What comes after a kiss…?

My breathing speeds up. My heart hammers in my chest.

Moonlight is painted in silver bars across the strong planes of Swan’s back from the high window, as well as the blossoming bruise on the side of his face.

When he lets go of my hands, I open and close them in excited anticipation.

“Yes,” I tease, “your Ash Queen demands it.”

Swan’s eyes spark with fire. “Make me.”

I grin.

With pleasure.

I slip my legs around his waist and yank him closer at the same time as I bury my hand in his hair. “I have a way of dealing with rebels.”

“So far, I’m loving it.”

I can’t hold back the laugh. “Hold still.”

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