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his soup. What had he done? So stupid of him. He was bored and spoiled and selfish. “I know you’re busy. The work you do is important. Please forgive me for making you worry. I won’t mention it again.”

“Navid.” Zana’s voice sounded tired. The chair squeaked as Zana stood and walked around the table toward Navid. Was he angry? Navid didn’t dare to meet his gaze, but Zana didn’t allow him to hide. He knelt by the chair and took Navid’s hand. “I want you to tell me what you’d like to do. I can see there’s something you wish. Maybe something you dream about, but you think you’re not allowed to have it. I want you to tell me because I want to give you everything.”

Navid’s heart pounded against his ribs. Did Zana truly mean it? This magnificent man, the godlike master, owned Navid now and could do whatever he wanted with him. Instead, he knelt in front of him and asked to be allowed to give him things.

He loves me. It’s not just words. This is what love means.

The sudden understanding was both thrilling and a little frightening. It gave Navid the strength to speak the truth.

“I’ve always wanted to study. To go to college. I know it’s not appropriate, but I can’t lie to you.”

For a terrifying moment, Zana was still as if frozen in place. Navid squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t take the words back now. The old nausea he used to feel before his wedding was back in full force. He swallowed.

Zana clasped his hand around Navid’s and pressed warm lips into the center of his palm. “I don’t deserve you, my treasure,” he whispered.

Navid looked up, mind blank with surprise. He watched as Zana stood, took his chair, and set it close to Navid. He even moved his plate and glass so they sat next to each other.

“What would you like to study?” He didn’t sound angry. At all. He seemed pleased even.

Navid hesitated, slowly recovering from the surprise. “Psychology. Or education.”

“Good. Then we’ll have a look at the entry requirements and get you in there. I know your grades are excellent, so you can pick and choose. There are three big colleges in Dalton City and a few smaller ones. We’ll look at which documents we need to translate and if there are specific requirements for the courses you want. You won’t get in right away—it’s too late for this term. But starting January, you could be a student.”

Navid gaped, his food forgotten. “You’d allow me to study?”

“Yes. Of course. Why not?”

“My father…he…”

“Let me guess. He forbade it because he worried about your morals. He thought the university could pollute your mind with liberal ideas.”

That too. But most importantly, Navid had never been allowed to go places where he could meet other alphas unsupervised. The few friends he’d had were all omegas, and all their interactions had been chaperoned.

“But I’m going to learn things. I’m going to meet other students. Teachers.” Was Zana aware of the implications?

“Yes.” Zana smiled widely. He seemed excited, and Navid couldn’t help but smile back. “You’ll love it. I can’t wait for you to tell me about your courses and the friends you’ve made. Now eat. The soup’s getting cold.”

That night, Zana covered every inch of Navid’s skin with kisses from the tops of his feet to his fingertips. He made Navid come with his mouth on Navid’s opening, stroking Navid’s shaft. Even though his release had been powerful, Navid still felt unsatisfied. Hollow. Zana spooned him and dragged his hard cock through Navid’s wet crease. His moans sounded almost painful.

He shook, clutching Navid’s body to his, his hips jerking. Warm liquid splashed over the top of Navid’s crease, and Zana’s last groan changed into a sob. Desperate yearning radiated from him and into Navid, and the emptiness in Navid’s guts grew, eating him from the inside out. Navid hurt with the need to offer Zana relief. Something told him that the ache would only worsen. He was ready, wasn’t he? He remembered Zana’s words from their wedding night.

“You’ll feel it in your body, a hollow ache inside you. You’ll ask me to soothe it, and I will.”

He gripped Zana’s thigh to keep them connected, to keep Zana’s hard cock lodged between his ass cheeks. He imagined the thick hardness filling him, and the unpleasant sensation in him sharpened, turning into an insistent urge that had him squeezing his eyes shut and pushing his ass into Zana’s