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the softness of Finch’s skin and how beautiful he looked tonight. How cruel it was that such a
gorgeous creature should exist and not be a suitable mate. “Just consider it. The offer will
always stand. Even after I find my mate, I can’t bear the thought of life without you.”
The magic Hugh poured into Finch finally seemed to take effect. Finch blinked several times
in rapid succession, then lifted a shaking hand to lay it over Hugh’s. “Sir…”
“I don’t care if it will be a struggle,” Hugh told him. He looked down into Finch’s dark eyes and
felt a tug, like Finch really had been made for him. “Life is nothing but a series of obstacles,
after all. Conquering them for you—with you—will make it all worth it.” Hugh gradually eased
the flow of his magic until it had ceased and smiled kindly at his secretary. “So, what do you
think, Finch? Will you let me keep you forever? Will you accept the role of the most precious
treasure in my hoard?”
Finch’s eyes brimmed with emotion, but rather than agree, he shook his head wildly. “Sir, I… I
can’t give you an answer yet. Not now. It’s imperative that you leave immediately. My heat—”
“Bertram said it would be fine!” Hugh patted Finch’s thigh, trying very hard not to think about
how touching such an intimate part of Finch made him feel. “The stimulant wasn’t entirely
absorbed.”
“No, sir. It won’t be fine. My heat was due next week, and I can already feel it starting to take
hold. You need to leave before it gets any worse. I don’t want either of us to do something we’ll
regret.”
Come to think of it, the artificial smell had faded away, leaving something much more natural—
something Hugh did recognize as heat. He swallowed nervously and looked Finch over again,
from his sweet, serious dark eyes to the hint of pubic hair above the waistline of Finch’s new
underwear to the stiffening cock just below. Would he feel regret were he to work Finch through
his heat? Their union would be fruitless. Finch wasn’t a Disgrace, so he wouldn’t bear Hugh a
clutch. If Hugh’s previous attempts with Pedigree omegas were any indication, he wouldn’t
conceive at all.
Hugh traced from Finch’s thigh to his hip. The spark of excitement he felt as his fingertips ran
over the fabric of Finch’s underwear was all the confirmation he needed.
“Would you like me to help you, Finch?” Hugh asked in hushed tones. “I told you I would be
there for you no matter what, to care for you and keep you safe. I don’t see why this should be
