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Recognizing a new district wouldn’t be a problem, in fact it would strengthen Tsashokra’s trade.

The Omegas seemed self-sufficient and if they needed security, that could be arranged.

The main thing that gave him pause was the lack of control over the magical tools that the Sy Dynasty relied on, but that control was imagined because they already control it.

In truth, their terms were reasonable. He was surprised they didn’t ask for a lot more.

“I will agree to those terms.” Akoro thought for a moment, and leaned forward, curious.

“Why do they want to reintegrate? They’ve survived in isolation for generations, built something sustainable and safe.

Why risk exposure now?” He left his last question unsaid: Why trust him after everything his family had done to them?

Naya took a small breath, her eyes lowered.

When she looked up again, her expression had softened with the same raw honesty and vulnerability that had devastated him yesterday.

“Omegas shouldn’t be hidden away. They shouldn’t be slaves or a separate closed-off society.

We are a precious dynamic who have so much to contribute to society.

And they deserve to find their Alphas if they want them. ”

Suddenly, the air was thick with meaning. The tent felt smaller, more intimate, charged with the electricity that always sparked when they ventured into dangerous territory.

His little Omega was encouraging ssukkǔrian Omegas to emerge from hiding, to seek connection with Alphas, even though she chose not to be with her Alpha.

The contradiction struck him, followed immediately by something darker, more primal.

If she truly believed what they shared was worth encouraging in others. …

He rose to his feet in one fluid motion and crossed the space between them, the predatory drive that had chased her through her forest awakening in him.

Her scent shifted instantly, that aroma that signaled her body’s recognition of his dominance.

She scrambled to stand, pressing her back against the tent wall, her pupils dilated with want.

“Akoro—” she began, but the words died as his hand closed around her throat and pulled her to him.

He didn’t squeeze, keeping his hand loose on her smooth neck, his thumb rested against the rapid flutter of her pulse. It was enough to remind her of his dominance, the beauty of her surrender, the power of their perfect opposition.

Alpha and Omega.

Her breath caught, eyes widening, and she gripped his tunic, clutching onto him balance herself. He surrounded her, hunched over her small frame, yet her scent was rich with an arousal that he wanted to drown in.

“You believe this connection between us is so good,” he murmured, his face inches from hers, “that others should experience it?”

Her cheeks darkened, her neck flaring hot underneath his hand.

But her gaze remained locked with his, her chest rising and falling in shallow pants.

“The experience itself... yes.” Her breath stuttered, raspy voice low.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.

Nothing compares to it. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. ”

A desperate rage clawed up his throat at the finality in her tone. She spoke of their bond as though it was already in the past. He took a few moments to rein himself in, eyes searching her face. “Then let me have you.”

Shock blazed across her beautiful face, followed immediately by annoyance. “Akoro, I already told you?—“

“Until you go home.”

She frowned. “What?”

He breathed deeply, inhaling her, cock jerking. “You think we can work side by side and pretend this thing between us doesn’t exist? Your scent betrays you every time you’re near me, and mine calls to you just as fiercely.”

Her lips parted, but he continued before she could protest.

“Others will see it too. Feel it. Smell it on us—this desperate need. They’ll see how your pulse races when I enter a room, how my control fractures when you’re close.

” His thumb traced the rapid beat beneath her skin.

“We’re made to fuck each other, Naya. It’s going to happen.

You know it, I know it. I’m not going to try and not touch you. I can’t.”

Her breathing stuttered, her scent sharpened, tangy and fragrant. She was wet now. His mouth watered, needing her sodden cunt.

“So let me have you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

She let out an uneven breath, lowering her head. “Why would I…”

“Why wouldn’t you?” he growled. “We’re true mates. You said yourself what we have is exceptional. Why shouldn’t we enjoy that for these next two weeks? I won’t stop you from leaving when this is over.”

Her eyes narrowed, suspicion sharp in her gaze. “This… this feels like a trap.”

“I’m not trying to trap you,” he said quietly. “I’m asking because... I need this time with you. Not to change your mind, not to make you stay. Just to have it.” His hand tightened slightly around her throat, and he felt her slow swallow. “It’s what I’ve wanted all along.”

She looked away, and he watched her wrestle with the decision, shadows playing across her flushed face. “You won’t like it,” she whispered.

He growled, desire flaring. “I always like it.”

“No, I mean….” When she met his eyes again, sorrow mixed with unmistakable longing. “I won’t give myself to you the way you want. I can’t do that again.”

Pain lanced through Akoro’s chest. He stared at her, drinking in every pretty detail—her warm brown eyes that looked up at him with such layered emotions, her quivering bottom lip, even the scar that marked her as his.

“There are no conditions, Naya.” He exhaled slowly.

“All I know is, when you smell like this, when you need to be held, fucked, dominated… when you need my purr or my arms or my tongue. I cannot walk away.”

The last words carried an edge of pain he couldn’t quite hide, revealing the vulnerability beneath his dominant exterior.

“So, say yes.”

She hesitated, her pulse thundering beneath his thumb, her scent thick with want and uncertainty.

Then, so quietly he almost missed it, “Yes.”

Akoro squeezed her throat tighter in response, triggering her instinctual need to submit to her Alpha.

He watched her eyes go hazy and her entire body slacken against him, her surrender immediate and instinctive.

The scent of it hit him hard—ripe, rich, impossibly intoxicating, working through his veins like a spark thrown onto dry kindling.

Her surrender overwhelmed him, and suddenly nothing else mattered.

He slammed her back against the magically-reinforced thick canvas wall of the tent, tearing at her tunic with one hand, yanking her underwear down with the rough urgency of a male barely leashed. The fabric didn’t stand a chance.

“Don’t wear these again,” he growled into her ear, ripping them in two without hesitation.

She whimpered a nonsensical reply.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing, positioning her legs around his hips, her thighs wide open for him, her curves molded to his body.

Her slick smeared against his lower abdomen as he pressed her against the wall, the heat of her soaking into him.

He didn’t remember freeing his cock—just that he was hard, aching, and already lined up against her slick folds, pulsing with the need to be inside his Omega.

He rubbed himself against her, dragging the head of his cock through her arousal again and again, teasing, savoring. Her noises turned frantic—needy whimpers, little pleading gasps that sent his control slipping with every breath.

When he finally pushed in, it was slow and deliberate. He watched her face as her cunt stretched around him, watched her eyes roll back and her lips part as a pretty, guttural groan escaped her. She twitched against him, tight and slick, gripping him like she never wanted to let him go.

He cursed low and filthy when he bottomed out, forced to brace himself against the wall just to survive the way her body clenched around him.

He pulled her tunic higher, exposing her breasts, and taking his time, bent to feast on them.

He sucked and licked, biting at the soft flesh until she writhed against him.

Her nipples were hard under his tongue, her scent rising sharp and wet with each drag of his mouth.

But his little Omega couldn’t wait. She rolled her hips, arched her back, whimpered, moved her legs—anything for some friction. But it had been so long since he’d had her, Akoro was going to make sure he enjoyed this moment.

He drew his hips back and slammed them forward—deep, brutal, possessive. Pleasure shot through him, and Naya wailed, clinging to his shoulders, trying to accommodate his size even as he drove in again. And again. And again.

He built a ruthless rhythm, his powerful hips pounding into her with merciless force, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and the breathless, broken sounds she made.

The tent was filled with their carnal scent—heat and hunger, slick and sweat—the raw, perfect perfume of their coupling, signifying just how completely they belonged together.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deep.

This was what he was made for. Her. This.

The sound of her breath catching. The way her cunt sucked him back in every time he pulled out.

The slam of his hips turned brutal and savage, her cunt so succulent, the frothy cream they created dripped down his balls, from how wet she was, how hard he was fucking her.

It was raw and rough, his need to claim her bordering on insane, and she took all of him, like the perfect Omega she was. His Omega.

Words tumbled from her lips—half-formed, delirious, wild. She licked his jaw, his shoulder, anything she could reach, small tongue flicks that only drove him closer to the edge. She hummed with delight, her toes curled against his back, her fingers digging into his flesh.