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Wrapped around him, her nails biting into his shirt, the Omega leaned forward and licked his neck. She was like any other Omega, worse even, because she was a Sardi, but his body screamed otherwise.

Omegas threw themselves at him all the time, and they were perfect: submissive and docile. None of them would have dared to look up under their lashes, anger simmering as they fed him. They’d have been delighted to service him, in any way possible.

With this Omega, she needed to understand she wasn’t a pampered royal. He wanted to break her. So why, when her lips tightened, and when she glared, did it spur his desire? He’d meant to be mocking when he sucked on her fingers, to show her he controlled every one of her actions, but he’d wanted her slender fingers to brush his lips. And he’d enjoyed each small motion where she rocked across his lap to reach his mouth.

The Omega made a tiny whimpering noise. He breathed her arousal in slowly, and deliberately teased her shirt upward until it slipped over her head but kept it looped around her arms. He pinned her like that, her arms above her head, as she writhed, but he wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or get away.

Her eyes were fully dilated, the beautiful purple hue of her irises snuffed out by black. His gaze dropped to her bared breasts, and his breath hitched. Gorgeous.

He leaned forward, and she tilted her face upward.

Lodan growled a warning. “I won’t be kissing you.”

Something flickered across her face briefly and broke the spell of her lust, making her pause, the black in her eyes retracting. “Why would I want you to?” Now she definitely struggled to free herself and get off his lap.

“I’m glad that’s cleared up.”

He began humming again, and she trembled, her full breasts quivering.

Gripping her pinioned shirt in one hand, with his other, he thumbed over a nipple. As he watched, she bit her lip, fighting her response. His lips curled. Go ahead and battle, Omega.

There was no way she’d hold out. He pinched and rolled the beading peak, and her lips parted. Omega arousal flooded the air, saturating it with the potent perfume of vanilla.

Her gaze fixed on his neck, her nose lifting slightly as she sniffed. By now, his scent should be drugging her.

“You want me to release you?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

She pressed her hips, and the heat between her legs stroked up his length. Lodan fought back a curse. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to keep going slow.

His hand switched to the other breast, teasing that pebbled tip. The Omega groaned, her lids lowering slightly.

He dropped her shirt, freeing her.

She didn’t spring away like he expected. They stared at each other, and she moved her hands up his chest to the nape of his neck, her fingers trailing up into his hair. They left tingling blazes in their wake as she tugged him closer.

Her hips made small, urgent rubs over his lap, demanding more. The hands in his hair were greedy, holding him in place as she squeezed her thighs more tightly around him.

He sucked in a breath. “Take my shirt off.”

She obeyed without hesitation. That almost made him strum a short purr of happiness. It was the first time she’d done what he demanded without arguing.

After she tugged his shirt off, she hesitated, looking down at his nude torso. A flash of something crossed her face.

Too bad if she didn’t like his scars, they were all inflicted by her people. “Touch me.” It came out as a snarl.