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“It’s his turn to say, “Yet. I haven’t taken you yet, Sofia.” I briefly wonder if he plans to wipe the table clean with his arm and fuck me right on top of it in the next three minutes, right before I’m allowed to return home.
For a split second, the look in his eyes has me almost certain he’s considering the same.”
IM SCREMAONGGGG

“Despite myself, I laugh. “I bet you’re the kind of Alpha who wakes up two hours before everyone else to train.”
“And I bet you’re the kind of Omega who stays up two hours longer than everyone else to read.”
How does he know?
We stare at each other, and I could swear that his lips are twitching upward.”

FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS SMELL LIKE THIS IN THE MORNING

“Out of curiosity, have you ever done as you’re told?”
“Once or twice. What happened?”
He sighs. I think he’s stopped pretending that he doesn’t enjoy the back talk.”

SHES WEARING HIS CLOTHES AND THEYRE HUGE ON HER!! ONE OF MY FAVORITES TROPES AND ALSO VERY SERENA AND KOEN CODED!!

ALSO SOFIA NEEDING HIS BLANKETS TO SLEEP BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE HIM IS SOOOOO SERENA AND KOEN CODED

SHE HAD A DREAM ABOUT THEM IN THE FUTURE AND ITS SO CUTE
“You can fall asleep,” he murmurs against my forehead. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Gabriel,” I murmur on the tail end of a yawn.
“Yes, love?”
“I’m glad you did what you did.”
He chuckles. Another kiss. “Me too, Sofia. Me too.”

“You’ve been with lots of beautiful women.”
Not like her, I want to snarl, but then what? Ivar would ask for an explanation, and I would have to tell him that I had to force myself to sit across from her to stop myself from touching her.”

“The fact that she made me laugh…I’m going to make her suffer for that.” AAAAAAHHHHHH

MAYBE I WONT SEND YOU BACK AT ALL

“He doesn’t look away from me as he adjusts the ridge of his cock through his combat suit.”
AAAHHHHHHH

“The fucking scent. And the face. The tits, and these outrageous things you keep saying, like I haven’t been thinking of putting my knot so deep inside you, you’ll feel in it in your throat⁠—”
ALI HAZELWOOD WHAT THE FUCK

HE ASKS BREATHLESS WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME

“Because you’re a little too beautiful for your mate’s peace of mind.”
“You could do better. You deserve better.”
“Fucking you. I’ll try to break you in gently. So you’ll be able to take a couple of rounds. Hell, I might need more than that from you.”
THIS PAGE IS TRYING TO KILL ME

HES CROWDING HER AGAINST THE BED AND LICKING HER NECK AND THEY BOTH SHUDDERED LORDDDD HAVE MERCYYYYY

“But what if I want to fuck you in your mating dress, Sofia?” His face is just an inch from mine. His breath, not quite steady. “What if I want to send you home wearing it, stained with my come all over it? What then, hmm?”
I AM SHOOKETH I AM CRYING

“I don’t know, sir.” I lean forward. “All this talk of fucking me against my will, of ruining me just to get back at Lord Larsen, and yet here I am.” I point at myself with a flourish. “Still untouched.”
“And yet eager to be rutted.”
“Someone in this room should be.”
IM SCRESMAINGNGG

“He hasn’t, huh? Is that because you’re cold? Likely not pliant enough to take a knot? No children, probably.” A cruel twist in his eyes. “Are you no fun, Sofia?”
GABRIEL!!

“How lucky I am,” he says at last, a sarcastic tinge to his tone. “I expected a mediocre fuck and received some fine sociopolitical analysis from a cold Omega who knows very little about the true nature of the events that led us to where we are today.”
“Aw, ‘mediocre’? Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“I plan to be hard on you.”

SHOULD I TAKE OFF THE DRESS

YOU ARE VERY FORWARD

“Strong fingers grip my chin and angle my face toward the light. His jaw shifts back and forth.
“Was it Lennart?”
“What?”
“Was it Lennart?”
He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who enjoys repeating his questions, but I have no idea what he’s asking. “What do you mean?”
“The bruise under your eye. Who hit you?”

SHE MADE HIM SMILE

“And he is certainly staring. Briefly, he seems taken aback. There is a touch of surprise, an involuntary flinch in his features, a searching quality to his gaze…The silence stretches. Gabriel swallows hard, tilts his head in a fashion that I cannot decipher, and seems to need a minute to reorient himself.” AAAAAHHHHHHH

SOFIA WAITING IN GABRIELS ROOM AND BEING SCARED BY HIS CAT AND GABRIEL COMING IN AND CALLING HER MY LADY

“I will fuck her to within an inch of her life, and tomorrow she’ll barely be able to walk.”
GABRIELLLLLLL

“My last look before leaving the hall should be a triumphant smirk toward Lord Larsen, but my eyes cannot help following the girl.”
MMMMHMMMMM

Okay! So Gabriel was never planning on bedding Sofia. He just said he would in the hopes that someone in the family would object and he could have an excuse to kill them. This makes it slightly better.

Sure to be an unpracticed, boring fuck??? GABRIEL STOPPPP

TONIGHT I WILL BE TAKING HER TO MY BED

AAAAAHHHHHHH

“The real mating will happen afterward, at night, with the consummation—and, only in Alpha-Omega pairings, with the Alpha leaving a bite mark on the Omega’s neck. Before, it all used to happen in front of an audience, during the ceremony. In families that decide to embrace the tradition, it still does, and I’m relieved that House Larsen is too aristocratic for that, because it worries me.” WILDDDDD