Page 55 of Gold Sector

My wolf preens inside at the concept of being given more of his clothes.

But I can’t seem to bring myself to meet his gaze.

Because I know he’s furious with me. How could he not be?

His hands run over my trembling form, swathing me completely in his cloak. Magic warms my skin as he creates little gold adornments that function as clips to hold the fabric together down my torso.

I frown at the display of power, surprised he’s going to such lengths to cover me.

His fingers clasp my jaw when he’s done, his grip surprisingly gentle as he guides my eyes up to his. I flinch inside, dreading what I’ll find…

Except…

He studies me, his eyebrows angled down. Not in a disapproving way, but in a way that indicates concern. “Are you all right?”

I blink at him. “I…” I have no idea how to reply to that. He’s asking if I’m all right? After the spectacle I just made of myself?

“Bella,” he says, making me wince. I much prefer hisprintesa meanickname for me. “You should go.”

My gaze falls despite his hold on my chin. “Oh, right. Okay,” I whisper, his command one I expected. His perceived concern was obviously a fluke, something Ifoolishly misinterpreted.

Gods, why is this?—

“I wasn’t talking to you, little diamond,” he murmurs, forcing my gaze back up to his. “I was talking to Omega Bella.” He glances at the gorgeous blonde female standing about ten feet away, her eyes bright with surprised confusion.

Wow,I think, marveling at her beauty.She’s like a Goddess.

And very clearly a purebred dragon.

I can see the beast staring at me through her vivid blue irises.

“Bella,” he says again, this time with a hint of demand.

She takes a flinching step backward. “I’m sorry, My?—”

“I’ll escort you out, Bella,” Voice interrupts, stepping between us and cutting off my view of the Omega. He moves forward with fluid movements, his torso as rippled with muscle as Oros’s, the two of them only wearing pants.

But I barely have a second to notice his athletic physique before Oros pulls me into a kiss, his mouth possessive and hot against mine.

It’s so unexpected that I freeze.

However, the second his tongue touches mine, I melt. He wraps his arms around me, his scent bathing me in a fiery claim I feel to my very soul. By the time he releases me, I’m panting and dizzy and nearly consumed by passion.

Except that female’s perfume still lingers in the air, making my wolf growl. A sound I can’t quite swallow.

Once again, I find myself incapable of apologizing even though I know I should. But Oros simply looks amused.

“Your animal is possessive,” he muses, holding meclose. “Mmm, I think I like that, printesa mea.” He leans down to nip at my bottom lip. “My dragon feels similarly.”

“I’m trying to control her,” I grumble, hating that I can’t. And also hating that I… I don’t really want to.

Something is fundamentally wrong with me.

I struggled to submit in Obsidian Sector, too. But I learned my place. Only to have every intrinsic rule and instinct broken while in the nomad lands.

“Please don’t,” Oros replies, his hand leaving my chin to cup my jaw. “I find your wolf pretty fucking sexy.” He places another kiss on my lips. “And I’m sorry about Bella. I didn’t know she was coming up for a visit, nor did I invite her into my office.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” I tell him. “I… I’m familiar with Alphas and their, um, harem.” I twist my mouth to the side, hating the wordharem. “I’m aware that Alphas court multiple Omegas.” There. That… that summarizes what I meant to say.