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Stars dance behind my eyes and pleasure rushes through my veins. My whole body feels the waves crashing over me, and the tension rolls out of me as I go limp.
His lips kiss the inside of my knee.
"You did so well, Omega." he croons. "Do you really need me to say it again? I'm yours. Completely, utterly, foolishly, yours, Natalia Alvez."
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Ifloat back down to earth in a post-orgasm haze.
He moves, and I'm gathered up in his powerful arms, cradled to his chest.
I breathe him in. His bergamot scent is laced with the spice of his arousal, and it makes me hum happily.
"Are you ready for your Valentine's Day dinner date?" he asks softly.
"Mmmm, food. Yes, please, Magnus," I mumble, disoriented but eager to finally have our much anticipated date.
He growls with satisfaction, holds me tight, and kisses me on the crown of my head.
A warm, happy feeling settles in my stomach.
He sits down with me on his lap. I move to swap into my own dining chair, but Magnus holds me firmly to his chest.
"Nope. I'm not letting you go. Not until I'm convinced you're not going to run at the first opportunity," he says softly whilenuzzling my shoulder. It's the opposite side from where my mating gland is, but it still makes my head go fuzzy.
I bite my bottom lip to smother a moan.
So I sit there, his impressive erection pressing into my core with only his pants separating us. My slick is trickling from me like a river, and I must be soaking him.
He seems just as blissed out as I am, only bristling territorially when a Beta in a waiter outfit appears briefly to serve us dinner.
Magnus feeds me from his hand, and I happily let him. It makes me feel cherished and powerful to have a dominant Alpha catering to my needs.
We talk quietly, and the conversation picks up from where we left in our letters.
I learn more about Alpha Magnus Novikov, and it seems he's not the spoiled rich Alpha that I thought. He's intelligent and driven, and the CEO position of Novikov Corporation will be his. He's not taking over from his father, as he'd died several years ago. Instead, his grandmother, the chairwoman of the board, is grooming him to take over.
She's the reason he wants a strong Omega. Apparently, I remind him a little of the staunch woman.
"I want you by my side," he tells me after we finish eating. My arousal has lowered to a simmer, but his cock is still stiff beneath me and I can't stop thinking about how badly I want it inside me. "In the company, I mean."
"I'm not sure I'd be a good fit for the corporate world," I tell him hesitantly.
"Don't worry, you don't have to do it now. You'll have the time and security to study and follow your passion. You can play in the International Grande Chess Tournament. Ultimately, you choose what you'd like to do."
I lean back to look at him. I hum and narrow my eyes suspiciously.
If I've learned anything about my Alpha, it's that he always plans three steps ahead.
"You already know what I'll choose, don't you?"
He bites his lip to hide a smirk of satisfaction. Cocky prick.
"Maybe. But it's your choice."
"What is it, then?" I ask with a raised brow.
"You'll go to law school."
