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Another reminder. Scarlett was so much smaller than him. More delicate. He could hurt her so easily.

But he never would.

“It’s your touch.” He played with her hair, letting it sift through his fingers as he fought to bring himself under control. “It fucking shatters me, and I’ve… I’ve done a lot of brutal things with my hands. I’m not a gentle guy. But I want to be gentle with you. I want to get it right.”

“You are.” She pressed her cheek to his thigh. Trailed her tongue along his shaft. “I love the way you touch me. The way you look at me and talk to me. Like I’m not just some prize but a real, flesh-and-blood creature.”

“Really?” He smiled down at her. “Because sometimes I can’t believe you are.”

“Does this help?” She slid her mouth down over the head of his cock and sucked hard.

“Fuck, yeah. That helps. A lot.”

9

DAMIEN

Rotation two of the tournament

Damien was still riding high the next rotation when he took a break from training to grab a drink, maneuvering past all the bodies still grunting, sweating, and slamming into one another on the mats.

He’d made it through another round of one-on-one matches with ease, shown Crex a few moves on the mats, and was now marking down the moments until he could see Scarlett again.

As if Egan knew it would piss him off, the bastard hadn’t put her inside the training arena this rotation. Apparently, she’d been placed outside to drum up more interest in the event.

Damien fucking hated it.

But at least he knew she was safe. There was no getting through that crystal barrier. It hadn’t even cracked when he’d slammed against it.

Soon she’d be back in his arms. He missed her already.

Didn’t help that he was reminded of her every time a particular trainer barked out a correction to one of the Consortium fighters. Though the large Alpha looked nothing like his dainty Scarlett, he had eerily similar gold hair with red streaks. Also, there was just something about the way the male held himself that reminded Damien of a certain omega.

It made Damien wonder if the guy had some connection to Scarlett. She’d mentioned a brother, Luc, and spoken of him fondly. Actually, she’d made it sound like the guy shit space gems from his ass, so he really hoped the trainer wasn’t him.

Especially since the Alphahole wouldn’t stop glaring at him.

To be contrary, Damien gave him a chin nod.

Despite the scent muffler, Damien was one hundred percent certain the guy didn’t smile back.

He did, however, saunter over. His shoulder knocked into Damien’s as he reached for one of the Consortium’s energy drinks. “Stormhart is the best choice to win this tournament and Scarlett.”

Damien instantly bristled. “Fuck that.”

The trainer turned, raising the canister to the slit in his mask as he pretended to drink, but Damien still heard him loud and clear. “I’m her brother. I know what’s best.”

Mystery solved. “Not this time.”

They eyed each other, challenge thickening the air.

Luc broke their staring match. “Kadon Stormhart is Brotherhood. He’s respected, well-liked within the Consortium, and a good male.”

“But he isn’t me.” Here he was again, having to prove himself.

“Exactly,” the other male scoffed. “He’s promised he’ll keep her safe and out of the Consortium’s clutches. He’ll make her his prime omega.”

“So will I.”

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