Page 28 of Filthy Beginnings

She was becoming a glutton. And had already given up on trying to convince him to let her touch him too.

He said it was too dangerous this time, but that he’d figure out a safer place where they could experiment more next time.

She couldn’t wait.

In the meantime… she spread her legs wider.

His growled approval vibrated against her core. “You see? We younglings have our advantages.” He nipped at the curve of her thigh, his eyes teasing as he looked up at her. “All this tireless energy and staying power—and it’s all for you.”

She giggled. He hadn’t forgotten her comment that he was too young for her.

“You’re only three planetary rotations younger than me, smartass.”

“A smartass you can’t get enough of.” He surprised her by suddenly rolling her over and gently scraping his fangs against her bottom. “But I prefer my female’s sweet behind.”

Another laugh emerged. She had no idea having fun could be this filthy.

But with Damien, anything felt possible.

“Then again—” his fangs dragged along the curve of her ass and toward her inner thigh—“all of you is sweet.”

Her laughter turned to a soft, keening whimper as his tongue delved into the split of her bottom.

She shivered.

“Sensitive, huh?”

“Mmmm.”

“It’s gonna feel so fucking good when I put my cock in that sweet hole.”

She stilled. Then, pushed up on an elbow to stare at him over her shoulder. “You’re too big.”

He chuckled. “Music to my fucking Alpha ears.” The flat of his palm slid between her thighs, cupping her core. “But don’t worry, baby. When I put my cock inside your ass, you’ll be ready.” He tapped her clit with two firm fingers. “Aching.” He did it again. “Begging.”

She panted, her bottom rocking in time with each gentle slap of her clit.

“I’ll make it feel so good, you’ll beg me to do it again and again.” Another firm tap. “And I will, because you’ll be mine and we’ll have all the time in the galaxy to do whatever we like.”

She came apart with her head buried in her pillow, muffling her scream.

It took her a while to catch her breath—and find the strength to move her sated muscles.

But she finally did, turning over to find Damien propped up on one elbow, staring down at her, a satisfied smile on his face. “I could watch you forever.” His grin disappeared. “But I can’t. Not yet, anyway.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have to be at the arena soon for the start of the tournament and my first matches—and I definitely need to clean up before I do.”

“Of course.” Much as she wanted to stay cuddled up next to him forever, it couldn’t happen. Guilt and worry crashed over her. They’d been up for much of the night. “Are you tired?”

“No.” He winked at her. “Energized.” His expression sobered. “I’ve got this. Don’t worry.”

Right. He didn’t need to carry her fears as well. So, she did what she always did. She forced a smile and found the courage to endure. To pretend that she wasn’t terrified this would blow up in their faces.

Rising to her elbow, doing her best to lock down the swirling in a rush of nervous gold, yellow and gray that wanted to flash across her skin, she pressed a kiss to his nose and then flattened her palms against his chest, attempting to push him from the bed. “Go.”

He didn’t budge. Only growled.

It warmed her to know he was as reluctant to leave as she was to have him go. “The sooner you go, the sooner you can return to me.”

Scowl still in place, he blew out a breath, his fist hitting the bed. “You’re right.”

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