Page 169 of Filthy Royal

“Yes.” Her gaze darted away again, and his heart lurched.

“Tell me what else is worrying you.”

A slight scowl formed between her brows, and for a moment, he thought she was going to shut him back out, but then she spoke, her voice small. “Even after you came inside me and the biting claim”—she raised her wrist— “our fated-mate marks haven’t returned. Wh-what if they never do? What if it’s telling us something?”

Damien’s chest tightened, but he pushed past his sense of disquiet and gave her his larger truth. “I don’t need some marks on my skin to tell me what I feel. My marks are etched deep into my soul. I feel our bond wrapped tight around my heart. That’s all that matters to me.”

Raising her hand, she traced the contours of his lips. “You really are so beautiful. Inside and out.”

He nipped her finger gently. “I love that hungry look in your eyes. Makes me feel higher than the stars in the sky—and hard as hells.”

She shivered. “I like hearing that.”

“Good. Because I like feeling that way.” Spray splashing everywhere, he repositioned her so she straddled him, then gripped her ass and rocked her against his hardening cock. “I’m ready to share in a different way, baby.”

Scarlett giggled—actually giggled—and that only made him smile wider. And his dick harder.

Then his mouth closed over hers, and he swore that somehow,some way, he’d take all those shadows in her eyes, and the ones flickering on the walls too, and turn them back into vibrant bursts of color.

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DAMIEN

“That’s it, Omega.” Damien’s fingers tangled in her hair, his eyes focused on her perfect ass as she bowed before him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. “Suck me hard. It feels so fucking good.”

A soft hum vibrated from her throat.

And, equally as beautiful, splashes of deep red and sunshine yellow played across her skin and the nearby grotto wall.

His balls drew tight as a deep rumble echoed from him in response.

Scarlett worked him harder.

He grunted low. “I really like our song.”

She swallowed him deep, and his legs shook, and although he’d honestly been sure she’d drained him dry before, he realized now he had more to give.

Hells yeah for stamina.

They’d fucked once more in the water and again on a hide he’d found among the supplies in the other room. He’d dragged it through to the grotto so he could lay Scarlett down and rut her without fear of bruising her.

It was the very same hide he now knelt on while she fucked him with her mouth because neither of them was ready to stop. But his omega’s pussy needed some recovery time. So she’d taken matters into her own hands.

He wasn’t complaining.

They hadn’t even used the taming chain yet. He wanted to do that too. Along with a thousand other things.

And he would.

Because she was back with him.

Damien knew reality would intrude soon enough—his brother would show up, they’d need to get to a place where they had a signal and could communicate with Maxheim, and the hunt would begin anew—but after four planetary rotations apart from the only female he wanted, he’d seize every moment he could while he was able.

She took him deeper, purring, breathing through her nose, his dick so huge and hard thanks to her, his knot so swollen that she had to stretch her mouth wide to take him, the fat, ridged head so engorged, it pressed against the roof of her mouth, choking at the back of her throat. And judging by the way she squirmed, she liked it a lot.

“Good girl.” Tone coaxing, he massaged her throat. “Keep that throat nice and slack.”

Scarlett did as commanded, and fuck, yes, he slid even deeper.

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