Page 26 of Filthy Royal

Scarlett took his hand and fell back onto her elbows. Tugging him to her, she spread her legs and looked up at him, a slow trilling sound she’d never made before emerging from her throat. “Show me our future, Alpha.”

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Damien

Damien let her pull him off-center, following her onto the bed. Why not? He’d been knocked off balance since he’d first seen her.

And that purr… It called to every fiber of his being.

Plus, she took him exactly where he wanted to be: elbows braced against the mattress to take the worst of his weight while his legs rested between her pretty thighs, his skin pressed so close to hers that he could feel her heart beating as if it were his own.

Damien had never considered himself a fortunate male. Everything he had, he’d gained through sweat, blood, and broken bones.

But as he stared down at Scarlett, the strands of her gorgeous gold and red hair falling onto the pillow, her eyes full of challenge and heat as those rich colors coiled across her skin like a sensuous caress, he realized he was the luckiest fucking bastard in the galaxy.

He was going to do whatever it took to prove himself worthy of her trust.

Unable to wait any longer, he claimed her mouth—and groaned aloud when she met his claim with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled in a wild mating as her purr and his growl vibrated in unison, a cataclysmic tremor he felt to his soul.

Fuck. She tasted so good.

He could do this forever.

Except then she squirmed against him, her nipples stiff peaks against his chest while her thighs shifted restlessly against his, her sleeping gown rucking up higher and higher. He didn’t need to be an expert to know his female was needy and aching, and that it was his place to do something about it.

Heart beating fast, his cock already hard, pre-cum leaking onto the inside of his leathers, he forced himself to break the kiss.

She whimpered.

“Don’t think I’m done kissing you, Omega.” He pressed his lips to each corner of her mouth, then to her closed eyes. Cherishing. Worshiping. “Not even close.” He slid downward, lightly dragging his fangs across her throat and belly. “I just want to kiss you somewhere else.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“Me either.”

Her gorgeous eyes grew comically wide. “Really?”

“I don’t lie, baby.”

Her lips tilted upward. “I like that.” Her cheeks flushed once more. “I like everything about you.”

“I’m glad.” He nipped at the inside of her thigh, then laved it with his tongue. “You tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

She smiled down at him, each grin a little more open, a match to the increasingly vivid, carnal reds and pinks flashing across her skin. “I’ve loved everything so far.”

He sensed no shyness. Only excitement—and a wild recklessness that complemented his own.

He trailed his fangs along the curve of her thigh, inhaling the mouthwatering musky scent of her, his gums throbbing as the instinct to mark her became almost impossible to resist.

Before he did anything stupid, he pushed the hem of her sleeping gown the rest of the way up, baring her to his gaze.

His breath left him in a rush.

She was a feast for the senses. Perfect, handful-sized tits topped with stiff, dark red nipples, a narrow waist, and lush hips. And right in front of his face, a juicy, shiny cunt that was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Damien?” Nerves strained her voice.

Probably because he’d frozen like an idiot. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

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