Page 47 of Filthy Beginnings

“So fucking beautiful.” He was learning what the different shades meant, the splashes of crimson and violet a definite go-light.

He rolled the device over her mound—and it sped up.

He checked his finger on the remote. “Holy shit. I didn’t do that.” He stared at the colors flashing brighter and faster across her gorgeous flesh. “Do you think… is it possible your body did that on its own? When your colors glide across my skin, it sometimes feels like an actual caress. I wonder if your colors can have substance? Colors are refracted light, after all, and light can be a powerful force.”

“Mmmm, maybe.” She rolled her hips in time with the toy and he realized she was far more focused on the way the device in his hand made her feel.

As she should be.

Hadn’t he wanted her free of worry and focused only on pleasure?

“You like that, baby?” He shifted the angle. “You like the way I show my love?”

“Yes.” She rose to her tiptoes, thighs parting slightly. “Show me more.” She took his hand and together they slid his palm between her legs. “Show me everything.”

Heart slamming against his ribs, he rocked the toy gently against her slippery folds. “I’m going to fucking show you the galaxy, wild thing.”

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The tiny toy pulsed against Scarlett’s clit as she stood at the edge of her display case, watching the fighting below.

She fought a smile, along with the urge to squirm.

It was hard to be terrified about Damien’s next fighting match when her body was awash with ripples of pleasure that rolled from her core to her nipples.

Which she knew was exactly why Damien was doing it.

His care for her left her breathless and disbelieving.

And he’d said he loved her.

Loved. Her.

Everything was going well. She only needed to hold on a little longer.

She’d finished performing her dance.

Damien was winning every match of the rotation, his focus impressive, his endurance extraordinary—and he loved her.

Things were progressing better than she could ever have imagined.

So, why did the smug look on Egan’s face still raise gooseflesh on her arms?

Pressing her palms to her stomach, she forced herself to breathe slow. To let the pleasure toy melt away her worries and loosen her limbs.

Now was not the time to let fear win.

A roar below drew her gaze to the mats. Kadon Stormhart looked strong as ever, easily winning his match. Damien’s friend, Crex, an orange-skinned male with a long tail that resembled a lash, eked out a victory as well. Unfortunately, so did N’gal Verish.

As always, her gaze drifted back to Damien—until, out of the corner of her eye, a figure on the main level drew her attention.

He stood among the crowd of observers and trainers, scrutinizing Damien. That wasn’t odd. The crowd often focused on Damien.

But Damien wasn’t fighting now. He’d already finished his latest match. Yet this male’s focus was absolute, his hand rubbing absently at the smooth spot behind his ear where an Alpha’s horn would normally be.

Another shiver ran through her.

Something about the male and the circumstances sent a shiver of dread up her spine.

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