Page 193 of Filthy Royal

She was going to come. Hard. Her body trembled as near-violent need ripped through her.

And it had all happened so fast.

One moment, she’d been just about finished with her cleansing after lingering longer than she should have. First, because she’d kind of hoped Damien would join her. Second, she’d wanted to ensure all the mud was gone. Third, cleaning units such as Andor Stormhart’s, which utilized both laser sterilization and water, were a luxury she and Kadon hadn’t had in the housing unit Darvish assigned them.

When in town, Kadon’s sire had invited them to stay overnight often enough, but Kadon usually found a reason to decline. He didn’t feel entirely comfortable around the older male. Their personalities clashed. Andor took any opportunity to try to control his son, and she too had not wanted to be in his presence, for fear he’d notice that she and Kadon did not behave as a typical Alpha lord and prime omega might.

But now, everything was different.

So she’d been enjoying her time in the cleaning unit. Thinking how she was exhausted but too on edge to actually sleep when Damien appeared in the doorway, wide shouldered, narrow hipped, thick thighed, his huge cock jutting toward her.

He’d looked so beautiful she’d almost forgotten how to breathe.

She’d been so overcome, it had taken a moment to register the long, thin cleaning fabric gripped in his fist.

Without uttering a word, he’d twisted the cloth into an elongated form. His movements were dominant. Deliberate. Carnal.

Her body responded at once. Her nipples beading, clit throbbing, while slick pooled on her folds.

“You clean now, baby?” He’d growled the words as he grabbed both ends of the twisted cloth and snapped it taut. “’Cause I’m about to dirty you up.”

She’d been instantly, painfully, aroused.

He’d lassoed the cloth around her legs and tied it tight, right above her knees, so there was just enough give between her thighs to drive her wild—and allow him access. Then he’d lifted her against the wall until her tied legs were practically planted on his face and fucked her with his tongue while she squirmed and begged him to let her spread wide.

He’d refused.

Instead, when she was a heartbeat from coming, he’d settled her back on her feet, spun her around, drawn her hips back and tilted her ass up, and, pushing between her tied thighs, rutted her like a male possessed. Like they’d been apart for planetary rotations rather than a brief span of time.

She loved every wild, raw moment of it.

Even getting clean with Damien could be filthy.

As if reading her thoughts, he thrust harder. “I’ve had a lot of time to imagine all the things I’d do to you, Omega. It’ll take a lifetime, but we’ll get there.”

A lifetime.

Her heart turned over with wonder.

Then he’d grabbed the portable cleaning nozzle, turned on the liquid spray, and aimed it straight at her clit.

She broke apart, moaning into his palm. He followed right behind.

A lifetime with Damien sounded perfect.

* * *

“Wake up, baby. You’re okay.”

Scarlett lurched upright—or tried to. A warm band of steel pinned her in place.

“You’re safe, Omega.”

“Damien.” Hand clutching his forearm, Scarlett surged fully into wakefulness, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“It was a bad dream.” His voice was a gentle rasp. “You’re here with me in Andor Stormhart’s place, in the big bed we commandeered, and I’m watching over you, making sure you’re safe.”

Right.Damien had returned to the Golden Dome. They’d found their way back to each other. He’d joined her in the cleaning unit. Dirtied her back up in the best possible way, then gotten her clean again before sweeping her up and carrying her to the bed. Then he’d told her about his conversation with Luc and that Ebony, Amber, and the rest of the omega prizes were safe from Darvish, covered her bruises in healing gel, and insisted that she rest, promising to wake her if any news arrived from his brothers.

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