I blinked as he stopped in front of me again, towering over even my height, his wings blocking me from view. "What are you—?" I whispered, but my words turned to stone on my tongue as he bent slightly at the waist. My head fell back automatically as his face neared me, offering my throat, the combination of omega instincts and shock leaving me powerless. His breath was heavy on my neck, like a stormy wind in my ears as he inhaled deeply, the audience so surprised, so confused, they joined him in the sudden breath. Don't be sick. Don't be sick. Don't be sick, I chanted to my rioting stomach.
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