Page 45 of Omega Sanctuary

He swallowed hard. "I'm not an alpha, I can't bond you."

"I don't care." I moved my hands up around his neck. He put his hands around me gingerly, like I was spun sugar that would melt with the slightest touch.

He drew in a sharp breath. "You're sure?"

I tilted my head up at him. This close, I saw tiny flecks of brown around the pupil of his eye, bits of amber set into blue. "Very sure," I breathed.

He leaned over and kissed me.

His lips were a wonder on mine, soft and slick. I pulled him against me until our bodies pressed together. His tongue licked out, delving into my mouth.

I told myself to take it slow. But then he moved his hand over to my waist, and heat followed his hands. I pressed him against the wall, his hard body against mine. Everything went hot and liquid.

He broke away from the kiss.

"Valens." I moaned his name.

He leaned down and brushed his mouth against my jaw, feathering small kisses over my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids.

Need sent little quakes of desire through me. I tried to keep the moans inside but his mouth moved over to my neck, and I couldn't help it. I whimpered.

He breathed into my neck. "I'm supposed to be protecting you."

"You are," I panted. "I'm in danger of dying from sexual frustration."

He laughed, a real laugh, and his eyes lit up. I leaned into him, wanting every bit of him he would give.

He nuzzled into my neck. "If I send you into heat..."

"Am I in more or less danger of going to into heat from fantasizing about you? Because—" I gasped as he gripped me against him.

"It seems I haven't been taking very good care of you." He tilted my chin up with one finger and claimed my mouth with his own.

The world swam around me. He ran his hands down my sides, slowly at first and then moving them up until he cupped my breasts.

I cried out, trying to hook a leg around his waist. He was so tall I barely managed to get to his thigh. Valens groaned and lifted me up by my waist. I wrapped both legs around him, and he spun so I was sitting on the countertop.

"Yes."

He took my mouth again, devouring me with his lips and tongue. I rocked my hips against his, grinding against him as hard as I could. He shuddered and cupped my breasts again.

I was so close. He rubbed his thumb on my nipple over the fabric of my dress, pulling the top of my dress down my shoulders. I whimpered again, and he kept kissing down my shoulder, a relentless trek down my body.

"Valens," I panted. "You're killing me."

He laughed, the jerk. He licked and nibbled every inch under everything had gone hazy around us.

"Yes?" He touched the neckline of my dress. Any further down and my breasts would be exposed.

By the gods, he was trying to murder me slowly. I reached behind me and untied my dress. "Yes. Touch me. Please." I added, to soften the desperation in my voice.

"Gorgeous." He looked at me like I was something precious, beautiful.

He traced his hands down my shoulders, looking at my breasts until just the look on his face made my core clench. "I told myself you didn't need me pawing at you."

I shook my head. "I need you."

He groaned and bent down, pulling a nipple into his mouth. I cried out, holding his head against me. His lips and tongue tugged until it felt like my nipple was directly connected to my core.

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