He touched me. I pulled in a shaky breath
I felt his fingers grasp the back of my tunic.
Slowly, he untied the leather laces, pulling them out one by one and prolonging my torment. My tunic loosened and when he had fully removed the laces, he held my top in place, almost as a reminder that he could do whatever he wished with me, just because he had claimed me as his, I seethed in silence.
The crowd had gone silent. They were looking forward to seeing the last moment. The establishment of a pair bond was a rare and highly anticipated event, especially when it was between a king and his chosen queen.
This one would be especially memorable for them all because everyone watching knew that I was no omega. They knew this would be an even more rare spectacle than any other mating that had ever been seen before.
