Page 223 of Filthy Royal

Totally worth it.

Moving slowly, she picked up the stunning gown crumpled on the floor beside Damien’s leathers and slipped it on.

She had no idea how much of her life she had left.

But without question, she could say that thanks to Damien, she was grateful for every precious moment.

Every time they came together, every time he touched her, was more memorable than the last.

Fingers threading the ties on her gown, she smiled down at the huge, gorgeous male in the bed.

Even in sleep, he was a force to be reckoned with. An Alpha in his prime, his dark hair splayed wild across the pillow, his sprawled body taking up most of the mattress, hides kicked to the bottom, which was fine, as he kept her plenty warm when she was in bed and now, left her free to stare at every perfect, chiseled inch of him.

She still wanted to trace his every gorgeous dip and valley with her tongue. Run her fingertips over the faint crescent nail marks she’d left on his back when he’d made her scream over and over with pleasure.

Damien was hers in every way.

Few in Anarcheim realized their dreams. She’d been lucky enough to get hers.

The shuttle floor creaked as she shifted her weight. Damien stirred, but he didn’t wake.

No wonder. They’d done a great deal of celebrating. Although she was already hungry for more.

But she was also just plain hungry, and given the energy he’d expended, she suspected Damien would be too.

Since the replicator in their room was noisy, and didn’t offer the same selection as the one in the galley, she’d decided to sneak out and bring back a feast.

Damien had done so much for her. She wanted to surprise him.

Plus, they’d need fuel to continue their celebrations, and while she knew reality would soon intrude, and their plan to trap Darvish and Andor had to be carried out as soon as possible, Scarlett hoped to steal a few more moments with her Alpha beforehand.

Just thinking about how he’d used the taming chain to drive her pleasure higher and higher made her shiver all over again.

Goddess, she loved her Alpha’s wildness. His endurance and creativity. His stamina. His playfulness. And the way he pushed her to the edge and over, so she soared free and bold, just like him.

In fact, she needed to go fetch the food so she could return to this room—and do all of that again.

Scarlett turned toward the door.

A hand seized hold of her wrist. “Come back to bed.”

She gasped, laughing out loud as she tumbled back onto the mattress. In the blink of an eye, Damien rolled so she lay beneath him, a wall of solid muscle pinning her to the bed.

He buried his face in her neck. “This is more like it.” He growled low. “A prime omega belongs in her Alpha lord’s bed.”

Scarlett smiled wide. A sleepy but commanding Damien was sexy.

“You’re crushing me.” She pressed her palms to his chest, not to push him away, just to feel him steady and strong against her skin. Her Alpha lord. Hers.

With a grunt, he slid partially off but kept her secure beneath him, his face still buried in her neck.

She thought he might actually be falling back to sleep, but then he murmured, “You’re not too sore?”

Her heart soared. His care for her was so beautiful.

“Far from it.” She nipped his earlobe. “I can’t wait to do it all again.”

His head popped up, his expression no longer sleepy but hungry. “That sounds like a plan.” His mouth descended toward hers.

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