His nose stroked my throat, and I shuddered, his hands holding me more firmly in answer. His head lifted, and I could not bear to look him in the eye, keeping my gaze on those passing clouds, his handsome and cruel face hazy at my periphery. Was that a smile on his lips? My chest was burning up, and I wondered if an omega had ever breathed dragon's fire before. "You'll do." Even with his back turned to the audience, the words were clear, loud enough. He'd raised his voice for their sake. You'll do? Do for what? I met his stare, and the answer was obvious, and yet absurd.
