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“I don’t need to be thanked for protecting what’s mine.” His gaze wanders down my throat and to my breasts. He drinks in the sight of me. My nipples tighten and stand out even further against the thin fabric. He adds huskily, “But I love hearing it from you, Omega.”

I gaze into the face of the handsome man before me. He clearly wants to rip this chemise from my body, but he goes on holding me against him, his large hands hot against my flesh. “Why haven’t you just barged into my bedroom?”

A line forms between his brows. “Why would I do that?”

I shrug one shoulder slowly. “You have a sword and a dragon. You have a whole army. You’re bigger than me. People who are more powerful can just take what they want.”

Sadness flashes through his eyes. “It hurts my heart to hear you say that. I know it’s because you were treated cruelly in the past. You’re my mate, and I want only to cherish and protect you.”

I wind my arms around his neck and lean closer to him, my lips parting. Cherished and protected, two things I’m so hungry to feel.

Zabriel lifts a tress of my hair to his nose and inhales deeply. Then he closes his eyes and makes a satisfied noise. “It’s getting stronger.”

“What is?”

“Your scent. It’s going to be all over me tonight in my bed. Sweet torture.”

I’m happy just sitting here gazing dreamily at him, but I should probably say something. “Is it really that important, the way I smell?”

Zabriel twines the lock of my hair around his finger, murmuring, “Scent is very important to our kind. It bonds us. For lovers, the more delicious and intense the scent, the stronger the children. The deeper the bond between them. Our scent tells us that we’re meant to be together.”

But I can’t smell anything special about Zabriel. Maybe he’s made a mistake and we’re not really meant for each other. If he realizes he’s mistaken, he’ll turn his back on me so fast I won’t have time to say goodbye, and then I’ll be all alone again. My heart aches at the thought.

He seems to sense my distress and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Don’t fret,sha’len. You will smell my scent one day soon. Your designation is still waking up.”

“Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? Maybe I’m just an ordinary human.”

He shakes his head. “I haven’t. Just be patient, and all will be clear in time.”

I’m not very good at being patient. I want answers now.

“What was that thing on your…” I bite my lip and trail off. The question is flagrantly intimate.

Both his eyebrows lift. “What was what?”

I squirm on his lap out of sheer embarrassment. Then I feel it. The very thing I’m asking about. I’m not so naïve that I don’t know what it means that he’s hot and thick beneath my thighs. I’ve been around livestock all my life, and their organs get bigger and stiffer when they’re ready to mate.

“That,” I whisper, pointing to his lap while looking past his shoulder, my cheeks flaming with heat.

The corner of his mouth hooks up, and there are suddenly red sparkles in his eyes. “Are you asking about my cock?”

Oh, stars. It would be easier to talk about this if his cock weren’t rubbing against my inner thighs right this second. My curiosity will be the death of me. “Um, well, I mean the part of it that…”

“Oh, I see. You’re asking about my knot.” A sleek smile spreads over his face and his expression says,Please ask me about my knot. I would love to talk about my knot.

“Human men don’t have those. As far as I’m aware. I mean, I would have heard if they did.”

Zabriel’s smile grows wider.

I lightly punch his shoulder. “Stop enjoying this so much. What is it for? I mean, I presume it has a function.”

“What is what for?”

“You know what.”

“I know. But say it.”

“Your…knot.”

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