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Especially from a wonder like this.

Perhaps she was just projecting, but she could swear there was also a sense of renewal in the air. Droplets of water clung to the cave walls, making the entire space feel like a shimmering crystal sanctuary. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you. Especially with those lips swollen from my kisses, those cheeks flushed, those half-lidded eyes.”

Swooning at his sweet words, Scarlett expected him to pull her close once more. Instead, he placed her on her feet, the water rising to the tops of her breasts, and lifted his hands away. “Strip.”

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SCARLETT

One word. A single command. That left her breathless.

“Do it fast, Omega.” Damien’s deep voice was as close to a primal rumble as she’d ever heard. “I am done waiting.”

His muscles bunching and water swirling around him, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the rocks behind him.

Scarlett lost her mind, her breath leaving her in a rush.

His body had always been beautiful. Somehow, though, it had gotten even more so, every mouthwatering part of him more sculpted and larger, the last edges of youth slipping away to carve him into a dominant Alpha in the prime of his power. Her gaze bounced from his huge biceps and corded forearms to the swirling skin designs over his defined pecs, to the ridges of his abdomen, to the sexy V, begging to be licked.

Then he went for the laces of his leathers.

His cock sprang free: thick and long. Jutting upward, it slapped against his belly, his phallus so swollen and erect it was a deep crimson purple. His balls looked heavier, too, the ridges along his shaft more pronounced and the knot wider.

“You are so beautiful.” Her worshipful words were a whisper, her nipples tight, the throb between her legs a sharp ache even the water could not soothe.

“Omega.” Red streaked his eyes as he grabbed his shaft and pumped once. “Clothes off, now.”

She might be a few planetary rotations older, but her Alpha had come into his own.

Her hands scrambled to obey, her gaze never once leaving his. His shirt—now a blackened mess—came off over her head and was tossed aside with ease. The scraps of what remained of her dress took longer, thanks to her trembling fingers. It didn’t matter.

His stare never wavered, and when she peeled the fabric from her breasts, he sucked in a sharp breath. And when she pulled it from her waist and let it drift away, leaving her naked before him, he growled low, his stare hungrier and more determined than she’d ever seen before.

“No dream, no wish”—his voice was a husky rasp— “comes close to the reality of you.”

Scarlett’s heart stopped, then started up triple time as want throbbed between her thighs.

He strode toward her.

“I’ve never been rutted.” The confession burst from her.

Damien stilled. “What?”

“Never,” she whispered.

“I don’t…” He shook his head. “What about Stormhart?”

“We never consummated the contract. I told you, I never felt that way about him, and he never wanted that with me either.”

His eyes sank shut for an instant. And when they opened, the depth of need and tenderness sent shivers racing down her spine. “Same.”

Now it was her turn to be confused. “What?”

“I never wanted anyone but you. So there’s been no one else. Only you.”

She staggered back as the magnitude of what he’d done slammed into her. He was an Alpha in his prime, betrayed, and yet he’d remained loyal to her this entire time.

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