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I barely feel the warm water on my skin or the slick tiles beneath my feet. I’m too focused on his movements behind me to appreciate that this is the first hot shower I’ve taken since living in Obsidian Sector.
His heat bathes my skin as he steps in right behind me, his scent a blanket of comfort to my senses.
Gods, I can’t tell if it’s my impending heat or him, but I… I haven’t felt anything like this before.
Instant safety.
Deep need.
A bizarre desire to wrap myself up in his arms and stay there for eternity.
It’s like my wolf is threatening to come out of my skin and rip right into him. Not to hurt him, but to… to bite him. Toclaimhim.
Moons, this is bad.
This has to be my estrus. Taylor warned me it would be intense. But this…? I…
A purr ignites behind me as Oros takes hold of my hips and draws me back into him.
He’s naked.
I can feel him. Every hard, muscular inch.
And it takes considerable effort not to rotate toward him, to bury my head in his rumbling chest, and explore him with my hands.
“Is this okay?” he asks me.
I can’t speak, my tongue too thick for my mouth, so I nod instead. It’s more than okay. It feels amazing to be touched like this. Held.Protected.
“Can I wash your hair?”
I nod again, swallowing as his fingertips gently run up my sides. One hand leaves, the other trailing all the way up before shifting back to round my shoulder and reach my neck. He pulls my hair aside and leans down, his lips against my ear. “You’re a beautiful Omega, printesa mea,” he whispers.
My eyes fall closed. “Thank you,” I somehow manage to say, the words a bit choked. I don’t think an Alpha has ever called mebeautifulbefore.
“I bet your wolf is just as stunning,” he adds, causing me to freeze against him.
My wolf.
He… he knows… aboutmy wolf.
CHAPTER TEN
OROS
“Shh,”I hush, my lips tasting her throat as her pulse beats rapidly in her neck. This isn’t what I intended to do upon returning to my suite, but her apology did something to me.
Well, it did a few things.
First, it made me want to ash back to my office and punch my brother in the face—becausewhat the fuckwas he thinking lecturing her about my space?
But then I realized we needed to establish some trust between us.
Trust that I’ll take care of her.
And trust… that she isn’t here to betray me. Trust that she isn’t a trap, like her mother was for her father.
It’s possible that this is all some sort of ploy, her scent a beacon meant to tempt me into falling. However, when her head snapped up and she told me about her desire to nest, her exhaustion, her desire for something as simple as food and water, all hints of potential reservations vanished into smoke.
