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You were, well, preoccupied.”

Finch looked down his body and discovered that riches weren’t the only thing he was covered

in—stripes of cum glistened on his stomach. By the looks of it, it was his own. “I’m sorry, sir. I

didn’t mean to.”

“I’m fairly sure you did, but it’s of no consequence.” Hugh swept forward and climbed over

Finch on his hands and knees, at which point Finch realized he was still entirely naked. Up

close like this, there was no missing the trail of dark hair that ran from Hugh’s chest all the way

to his groin, or the pronounced muscles of his arms. When clothed, Hugh was blundering at

best, but when stripped down to nothing, he was all raw sexual prowess and unrelenting

confidence. “I like you this way, Finch. I love to see you come undone. If I had it my way, I’d

watch you touch yourself all day, but I can think of other ways to put our time together to use.

Can’t you?”

Hugh’s lips brushed Finch’s, stirring Finch’s cock back to life. “I can, sir.”

“Would you like it to happen here, swimming in our hoard, or in our bed? I had the sheets made

to match your eyes, you know.”

It was the most ridiculous thing Finch had ever heard, but it was also the most romantic, and

he kissed Hugh hard as his heart sang. When he was finally able to look in the direction of the

bed, he noticed the sheets had, indeed, been changed. They were a brilliant cobalt blue now,

with their stitching done in gold. The bed itself seemed to float in a sea of treasure that hadn’t

been there the last time Finch had been in Hugh’s hoard. It looked too good to resist. “Yes.

Bed. Now.”

Hugh scooped Finch up into his arms. “That sounded practically draconic, Finch. How very

curious. Although Harrison does assure me that every omega, no matter how many

generations away they are from their dragon sire, retains a bit of magic. Otherwise, they

wouldn’t be omegas in the first place. It sounds like utter rot to me, but maybe the boy is onto

something.”

Finch didn’t care for science. Not now. Right now, the only thing he cared for was Hugh, their

bed, and the thickness between Hugh’s legs. He clung to Hugh as he was lifted from his bed

of gold and carried down the mountain. It all seemed so surreal, yet there was no denying it.

Hugh had chosen him over a potential mate and even over the clutch he’d yearned for, and

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