Page 36 of Filthy Beginnings

“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, sucking hard, her head bobbing.

“Fuck, yeah. That helps. A lot.”

9

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.

He 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 this particular trainer barked out a correction to one of the consortium fighters. Though the 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 a connection to Scarlett. She’d mentioned a brother and spoken of him fondly. Actually, she’d made it sound like the guy walked on water, so he really hoped this guy 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 mask, Damien was one hundred percent certain the guy didn’t smile back.

He did, however, saunter over, his shoulder knocking 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 other male turned, raising the cannister 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.

Scarlett’s brother Luc was the first to break their staring match. “Kadon Stormhart is Brotherhood. He’s respected, liked within the consortium, a good male.”

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

“Exactly,” scoffed the other male. “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.”

A beat of silence. Damien had surprised him. Good.

But even that didn’t shut the consortium Alpha up for long. “You’re too young to know what you want. Or make such promises. Does your family even know you’re here?”

Damien hated that Luc’s shot in the dark hit home. “I’m old enough.” He was getting awfully tired of having to excuse his age. “Old enough to satisfy all of Scarlet’s needs.” He smirked, then felt like an asshole, so he added. “We’re in love.”

“You fool. It’s been only two rotations since you pulled your little stunt and pissed off the consortium. You don’t even know her.”

“Sometimes you just know.” At least the jerk had no idea he and Scarlett were spending time together.

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