Page 36 of Gold Sector

I liked that side of her. And I want more.

However, I take a step back to continue showing her how Alphas treat Omegas here. That was the entire pointof this exercise. Or that’s what I told myself when I initially suggested it.

Again, not my plan at all.

However, here we are.

And I’m not mad about it.

She stares up at me with reverence as I grab the shampoo and begin lathering it into her silver-black hair. The color is darker from the water, almost resembling midnight strands spun with white gold. An intoxicating hue, one that contrasts beautifully with the yellow gold hanging from her neck.

My token sits perfectly between her breasts, the subtle claim pleasing me greatly.

Although, noting the expanse of naked skin beyond it has me wanting to decorate more of her in gold.Hmm.An anklet, perhaps,I think, considering the option briefly before returning my focus to her hair.

She’s still staring at me like I’ve hung the moon for her, those alluring eyes fixated on mine as I run my fingers through her silky strands.

“Close your eyes,” I tell her softly before guiding her under the water.

She follows my command beautifully, just like she’s done all day.The perfect Omega, I think.Feisty when she needs to be. Submissive when I need her to be.

It takes significant effort not to kiss her.

She’s not mine. Not yet. I just want to take care of her, something I’ve never truly desired to do before with anyone else. Oh, I’ve held Omegas. Stroked them. But this… this is on another level entirely.

I’m petting her. Conditioning her hair.Washingher.

When I pick up the soap—a bar that smells like me—I’m suddenly so hard I almost feel dizzy. Becausefuck. I’mabout to put my hands all over her. Drench her in my scent.Make her…mine.

Alarms blare in my head. Alarms I ignore in favor of touching her.

She shudders beneath my palms, goose bumps pebbling along her flesh. Fires, it makes me want to lick her. See if she tastes as good as she smells.

My nose goes to her hair as I step behind her, my hands roaming up and down her arms. She mentioned bathing in the sea before attending the meeting with the Royal Court earlier. But not once have I picked up that scent from her.

Just a fresh meadow. On a sunny day.

Fucking heaven.

I close my eyes, my nose burrowing deeper into her hair as I explore her sides, the soap slippery against her skin. Everything I do is on autopilot—switching the bar from palm to palm, lathering it in slow, hypnotic circles, ensuring every inch of her torso is covered.

Everything except her tits…

“Taliana,” I breathe, my lips brushing her hair. “If I make you uncomfortable, say ‘Rumpel’ and I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

I can’t think of a more jarring nickname.AlphaandYour Highnesswill probably have the opposite effect from her lips.

ButRumpelwill definitely halt my actions.

As wouldRumpelstiltskin.However, that’s a mouthful.

“Isn’t that… what Taylor calls you?” she asks slowly.

“Yes. Because of my brother.” I pull back a little, my hands falling to her hips to guide her around to face me. “It’s a name that will instantly ground me and force me to stop.”

She frowns at me. “I don’t understand.”

If there was any doubt as to her innocence, it’s gone now. Because I can see the confusion in her gaze. She has no idea what she’s doing to me or what I want to do to her.