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“And I’m going to ask you one more time: is this the part where I take off my dress?”
His eyes drop to my neckline. My breasts. Then the place where my hip joins my leg. And just when I’m about to ask again, he’s right in front of me. Crowding me against the bed. Palms on either side of my knees.
“But what if I want to fuck you in your mating dress, Sofia?” His face is just an inch from mine. His breath, not quite steady. “What if I want to send you home wearing it, stained with my come all over it? What then, hmm?”
All at once, I cannot think. And it becomes even harder when he leans further into me, his nose running up the column of my neck as I try to hold myself as still as possible.
“What thefuck,” he murmurs into the hollow of my throat, and I shiver.
“What?”
“I’ve met cold Omegas before. They usually smell like Betas.”
“I don’t?”
“You…Fuck.” He inhales again, deeply. But this time, afterward, his tongue licks a stripe at the base of my neck.
I shudder. He does, too.
“You smell so fucking— No one could mistake you for anything but what you are.”
He inches back, face just centimeters from mine. We’re both breathing hard.
“They told you to keep the veil on?” he asks.
I remember Lady Larsen’s words. Nod. “I don’t know why.”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“They didn’t want me to see you.”
“Why would they?—”
“Because you’re a little too beautiful for your mate’s peace of mind.”
“Lennart is beautiful, too,” I say weakly.
A soft snort. Once again, he nuzzles the hinge of my jaw. “You could do better. You deserve better.”
“Is that what mating is about? A race? Acquiring the best you can?”
“I don’t have the faintest idea about mating. Now, fucking…” His teeth close gently around my throat. A groan rises from his chest. “I take it back. This is going to be nice. It’s going to bemorethan nice.”
“What is?”
“Fucking you. I’ll try to break you in gently. So you’ll be able to take a couple of rounds. Hell, I might need more than that from you.”
I close my eyes, mortified—and warmer than I’ve ever felt. Something pulsates at the base of my stomach in liquid bursts. “I hope you enjoy it,” I manage to say.
Which makes him pull back. Again, there’s that look of surprised amusement on his face. “You hopeIenjoy it?”
I nod, realizing how weird and backward this sounds, but… “I don’t know if I would be able to enjoy sex anyway. And since I’m only here as a pawn in a game between two Alphas…I understand that I cannot be afforded the privilege of being wanted for myself. But if my body has to be defiled, I’d at least hope for the defiler to enjoy the process.” I exhale a laugh.
He listens to me open-mouthed, eyes all pupils. And when I’m done, he asks, breathless, “What are you doing to me?”
I blink, confused. Then shake my head.
