Page 81 of Gold Sector
This Omega is meant to be mine.
I’d rejected all those mating requests for areason—none of them had appealed to me. Not like this. Not likeTaliana.
Her full mouth curves into an enticing smile as she says, “Please enterournest, Prince Oros.”
“Hmm,” I hum, rather liking that formal title on her tempting lips. “If you want to address me as your prince in the bedroom, I’ll allow it,” I decide as I stand. “But I’m only Oros in public.”
Her brow furrows. “Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”
I tug the zipper down on my pants, causing her focus to instantly jump to my groin. There’s no way in Hades that I’m getting in her—our—nest with my clothes on.
“If you’re to be my mate, then you’ll be my equal. And I want everyone to be clear on that, which means you’ll need to refer to me as Oros around them.”
I kick off my shoes, socks, and pants, leaving me naked before her.
“You’ll never bow to me, Taliana,” I go on, sliding onto the bed. “At least, you’ll never bow where anyone can see.”
I start crawling toward her, my gaze holding hers the entire time.
“But I will absolutely make you bend in here,” I say as I grab her nape and go to my knees before her on the bed. “You can call meprincewhile I master you.Your HighnessandAlphawork, too.” I lean down to nip at her bottom lip. “You can even call meGod.”
She inhales, causing her chest to meet mine.
“I’m going to master you now, Omega,” I warn her.
Her pupils blow wide, her sweet scent permeating the air.
It’s all the invitation I need toclaim.
Only, I don’t bite her the way my dragon desires. I take her mouth instead and force her to accept my tongue.
She grabs my shoulders, holding on while I consume her with my cravings. My passion. My pent-upneed.
Fuck, she tastes like decadent sin. A temptation I can’t refuse. A future I long to embrace.
Her nails dig into my skin like she’s trying to anchor herself to me. I tighten my grip on her nape, my opposite hand going to her hip.
She melts against me, letting me guide her down to the mattress. “My precious little diamond,” I say against her mouth. “The perfect mate for my possessive and dominant beast.”
Her breasts pillow my chest as I settle on top of her, my cock instantly finding her wet heat.
She spreads her legs in warm welcome, her body automatically submitting to mine. But I know better than to thrust into her.
Taliana needs my mouth. My touch. Myexpertise.
I nibble on her plump lower lip as my hand slides up to palm her breast. She arches into me on a moan, her body seeming to burn beneath me.
So hot. So primed. So mine.
I tweak her nipple, and she whimpers against my mouth in response, my name escaping her on a breath.
“PrinceOros,” I remind her. “Or Alpha.” My knot throbs just thinking about those words on her lips.
She obliges me with a moaned “Alpha” in response.
“Such a good fucking Omega,” I praise her. Then I kiss her again until she’s panting and writhing beneath me, her peak exceptionally stiff beneath my fingertips. “Don’t move,” I demand as I leave her mouth for her breast.
“My prince,” she screams as I take her hard nipple between my teeth and bite down.
