I clear my throat. “Of course. What makes you think I would not be sorry for something?”
“Um… I can’t be the first to tell you, but you are the biggest, cockiest fucker I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you.”
“Not a compliment. You owe me a ton of apologies. You have many things to be sorry for.”
“Many things to be sorry for?” I parrot, wondering what she could be referring to.
Setting down the hunk of bread she was chewing on, she begins to tick things off on her long, slender fingers as she lists them. “Kidnapping me, dropping me in a harem where I was bathed and depilated against my will—”
“Depilated?”
“They removed all my body hair.”
I open my mouth but she shakes a finger. “I’m not finished. Keeping me captive, forcing me to orgasm, not letting me orgasm, pulling out and coming all over me after fucking me in front of a gong for all the kingdom to hear…”
“Is that all?”
“It’s a start.” Her green eyes flash. “I didn’t mention the main thing: being a condescending, arrogant, golden prick—”
“Enough!” I hold up a finger of my own. “That’s enough. You are perilously close to breaking our bargain.” My palm itches to swat her behind.
“Our bargain?” She wrinkles her nose. “How does this break our bargain?”
“You promised to be agreeable. This is not agreeable behavior.”
“You asked me, so I answered! How is that being defiant?”
“You will display a submissive attitude. And what’s more, I will not apologize for claiming my rights. You enjoyed our rut. Admit it.”
Her cheeks flush but she mutters, “Not all of it. Not when you wouldn’t let me orgasm.”
“Obey, and you will be given all the pleasure you desire.” Her scent flares, and I smirk. “It is my right and privilege to keep you sated and safe.”
“Safe?” She snorts. Cushions and her plate go flying as she jumps to her feet. “When did you keep me safe? You arrogant prick—”
Throwing my own plate aside, I also rise until I’m standing over her, staring her down. “Do you think I rutted you out there in the training arena for pleasure? I did it to stop dozens of Alpha soldiers from trying to claim you,” I snarl, gratified when she grimaces. “Not that I owe you any explanation for any of my actions. Nor will you receive any more. I think you should return to the harem to cool off. I will summon you when I’m ready.”
She’s glaring up at me, her chin raised, her shoulders set stubbornly. Such spirit, even when she’s completely naked, her skin still stained with my seed.
There’s a long, long pause.
“Fine,” she spits. “I’ll go. Will I at least get something to cover myself with, or do I have to strut around your palace naked? Because I will! I’m sure the soldiers everywhere would love that!”
With a roar, I reach out and grab her throat, holding her by it but not squeezing. “Not. Another. Word! Do not try my patience any further right now, little Omega, or I will make you regret the day you were born. And tempt an Alpha soldier only if you’re willing to see him die!”
Letting go, I spin around and stalk to my wardrobe, rummaging until I find one of the silk shirts I enjoyed wearing for a time. I toss it at her and she catches it deftly. Two bright spots of pink stain her high cheekbones.
As livid as I am, I still want her, Ulf help me.
“As I said,” I manage eventually, watching her cover herself with my shirt in haughty silence, “I will send for you when I’m ready. Now, go. Ask Feyna to accompany you to the harem. She’ll be waiting outside.”
Without saying a single word, Kim gives me a long, disgusted look, then stalks over to the doors. I hear her brief exchange with Feyna, and then she’s gone.
My anger is only matched by my intense longing for the peach and gold Hoo-man who seems completely unable to respect me.
Ulfdamn.
