Page 29 of Filthy Beginnings

“Get used to it.”

With a bark of laughter, he unfurled from the bed, stretching as he stood—and she almost whimpered aloud.

The feel of Damien’s muscled chest beneath her hands was a heady experience, but seeing him shirtless in all his glory was almost too much.

The male’s body was truly spectacular, a chiseled masterpiece.

He scanned the room, striding over to the window he’d opened in the night. He shut it easily, his body so chiseled she saw every muscle in his back working as he moved.

She stifled another sigh.

“I want to make sure I’m not leaving anything behind that will get you in trouble.” The worry in his voice snapped her out of her lustful daze.

“Everything looks good.” She lay back flat on the mattress and placed her arms above her head. “I just need you to hook the restraints back under the bed.”

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Damien stilled,his best intentions crumbling. “Not sure I can do that.”

The thought of leaving her had already made him edgy.

Now, the reminder that he’d need to tie her back up was enough to have his fangs punching at his gums, his body shaking with the urge to rip off the heads of every Alpha in the vicinity, and gouge their leering eyes out for good measure.

“You have to.” She glared up at him as if she could make him move if he didn’t want to. It was fucking adorable.

Less adorable? The thought of Egan and the other fighters. He didn’t want them fucking near her, but he couldn’t exactly take care of them like he had her security.

One brief conversation let them know they had two choices: accept his bribe and keep their tongues, eyes and fingers by never touching his female again, or lose it all.

They’d all smartly chosen the former.

But now…

“I’ll be fine.”

He hated when she said that.

“Go, please. If you get caught, you can’t win the tournament—or me.”

It was the only thing that pulled him back from the edge. “You’re right. Eyes on the prize.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“How about I just call you mine?” He leaped to the mattress and scooped her up, his arm sliding beneath her legs while the other banded around her back, so he could grabbed her close, claiming her sweet mouth, relishing the way she melted against him, her soft tits pressing against his chest as their tongues tangled and he saw everything he wanted within reach.

Then, with a sigh, he ended the kiss too soon and tossed her easily into the air—and caught her once more, enjoying the way she laughed and threw her arms around her neck. She was light as a feather.

Holding her was almost as good as burying his face in her sweet cunt.

And hearing her laugh, that eased the tightness in his chest.

Which was why he then placed her gently on the center of the bed and followed her down, pressing kisses to her mouth, her jaw, and her temple in hopes he could erase some of the shadows she was trying so hard to hide. “I could stay like this forever.”

She blinked up at him, her smile still in place. “Soon.”

Throat tight, he nodded. “Soon.” And realized she was a hells of a lot better at faking being tough than he would ever be.

“Do it.”

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