Page 86 of Gold Sector

I officially know what utopia feels like.

He presses a kiss to the mark he left on my neck, his chest vibrating at my back. Then he feeds me another berry as he asks, “Feeling any better, printesa mea?”

His knot throbs beneath me, making me wonder if that’s the reason he’s asking. “Are you wanting to do that again?”

He chuckles. “Yes, very much so. But not tonight. I want to ensure you’re recovered before I knot you again.”

I shiver at the thought of his knot inside me, how amazing it felt to just let go and allow him to take full control. “It felt… really good.”

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing his bite mark again. “I would say it felt incredible.”

“That, too,” I agree, relaxing against him and enjoying another strawberry. He’s already washed my hair and skin, having taken us to the shower before drawing this bath.

At first, I didn’t understand the purpose.

But now I do.

Because this is divine.

I close my eyes and just let him hold me. Feed me. Purr for me. Caress me. Kiss me.Claim me.

Drakonian bonds are unique in that the Omega has to accept the Alpha, too. I know some wolf breeds require it as well.

The claims also need to be done while an Omega is in heat. So although he’s technically marked me, it won’t be official until my estrus. And it won’t be permanent until I accept him back.

What he did was announce his claim. Even though my body is immortal, the crescent scar will remain as a symbol on my skin. He’ll either deepen that symbol when I go into heat, or he’ll create a matching one somewhere else on my body.

I kind of like the idea of a second bite, one somewhere else, so I can always wear them.

But I want to mark him, too.

Declare my intent.

I just haven’t figured out where to bite him.

Sitting up, I spin in the water and straddle him, intent on finding a place. Because I don’t want to wait. I want him to be mine just like I’m his.

“Taliana?” he asks, his eyebrow arching upward. “Are you done with the strawberries?”

“No,” I tell him, my eyes searching his upper torso. He’s like a sculpted masterpiece, all muscular lines and hardness.Will my teeth even be sharp enough to cut him?I wonder.

Then I grunt.

Because I’m a wolf.

Of course my teeth will be sharp enough.

“What are you?—”

“Shh,” I hush him. “I need to focus.”

Because this is important.

I need to ensure my claim is seen. He’s a desired Alpha. And after that knotting experience, I’m certain other Omegas would be willing to fight for his attention.

But I’m not sharing.

He’s mine.