POV: Dante
The question hangs between us.
"What do you want from me as a man?"
Aurora doesn't look away. I could take refuge in my position, but if I do that now, I'll lose her.
"As a man," I repeat. "Not as a clan. Not as Director."
She nods, waiting.
"As a man, yes, I desire you," I finally say. "From the first day in the elevator. Before I knew you were an omega."
Her fingers tighten on the edge of the chair.
"But I also know what biology does when it mixes with power," I add. "I've seen alphas use an omega's heat as an excuse for everything. I don't intend to be one of them."
"Does that mean you'll never...?" she begins.
I shake my head.
"It means that if I ever touch you, it will be because you asked for it in your right mind," I reply. "Without fever, without fear, without your body cornering you. Not in the middle of a heat. Not because you were desperate and I was the only one available.
The word "touch" hangs between us.
