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There's no mistaking the pure, primal lust written all over his face. If I wasn't hopelessly turned on already, that did me in. I revel in the thought that I, a simple human girl, has such an effect on a huge alien warlord. It's a heady, intoxicating sort of power, and I can't get enough.

I want to be the cause of his delighted sighs. The reason he thrusts and trembles beneath me. I want to give him everything just as he's given me.

But surely, that must be the omega serum talking. I barely know the guy, and yet...

"Kiss me," Soren rumbles again, and those skeptical thoughts wash away with the spray. I run my hand through his hair on the back of his neck and pull him down to me, claiming his lips with my own.

My body tightens and I moan into his mouth at the contact, but I'm not the only one. He returns my moan with one of his own, sucking on my lower lip while he pounds his fingers into me with more and more urgency. His cock twitches against my stomach and for a second I think he's about to take me right there in the shower.

He takes my hand and guides it to his cock, letting me feel the slick hardness of his shaft. I gasp and run my hands up and down the shaft. It's much like a human's, except for the raised ridges on the underside. I shudder to think how they will feel, grinding against my most sensitive areas. Will he even fit? Will he split me in half? Will I cry, and will it be from pleasure or pain?

Part of me is still nervous and confused about all these changes and feelings I'm going through. But another part of me -- a bigger part -- wants to see just how much more he has to offer.

Soren's fingers quicken even as I grind against him. The world is a swirl of steam, heat, and pleasure. It shrinks and shrinks until it's just us, just him, and the sparks that connect us with every touch, every kiss, every grunt and moan and cry...

And then he rips away to press a bruising kiss to the side of my neck and I come, screaming out his name as I spasm around him. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, soothing some of the burn but leaving even more in its place. It's not enough. It will never be enough when I'm with him.

Luckily he senses the same thing because he pulls away, licking his lips as he turns off the shower.

"So sweet," he rasps, "So delicious. You taste better than the finest Aesir wine."

I have no idea how to respond to that, but I don't have to. My body does the talking.

"Come, Lara," Soren motions for me to take his hand. He guides us out of the shower and grabs a fluffy bath towel that's larger than I am, wrapping it around my shoulders.

I dry off as quickly as I can while Soren does the same. From the urgency of both our movements, I know we're not even close to done. Because one thing, one word still lingers in the back of my mind, echoing every second that we're together. Reminding me why I'm here in the first place.

Breed.

"Come, Lara." He says again, and this time his words hold all the weight in the world. "It is time."

MATING

SOREN

I promised myself when I signed the contract that I would do this right. That I would give this woman -- this omega -- the attention and passion she deserved. Only then would I lay with her. Only then would I fuck her to bursting with my seed.

I did my part. I waited as long as I could, and I'm proud of myself for that. Though my hormones shout at me to ravish her like a wild animal, I've been soft and gentle up until now. My precious Lara has eaten, rested, and bathed.

Now it's time for the main event.

I carry her still-damp body to the bed, throwing off the blankets and extra pillows. This time, there will be nothing to get in our way.

She mewls so softly, so sweetly as I lay her down on the mattress. Her freshly showered hair spreads out around her head like a halo and damn near takes my breath away. Her dark lips part in wonder and she looks up at me, eyes brimming with barely controlled lust.

That makes two of us.

I crawl to her on hands and knees, admiring each line and curve of her naked body. I kiss my way up her supple thighs. Her round hips. Her soft, sensitive breasts. But this time, I don't have to stop there.

This time, she will fully know what it is to make love the Aesir way.

Taking soft handfuls of her shapely thighs, I part them to make room for me. The smell of her arousal hits me stronger than ever, sending my already frantic heart rate into overdrive.

I can't wait any longer. I have to have her.

Now.

"Lara, look at me. I'm going to be as gentle as I can, but -- ahh -- you have to let me know if I'm hurting you. All right?"

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