Bruce
"Aah…" I moan, my breath landing hot on his chest.
Diego is bare.
No shirt.No hesitation.And I don't even know when I took it off. My brain is too fogged. Too full of him.
Both my hands are on his slim waist, guiding his body, helping him grind against my—
"Ah… fuck."My cock.Hard.Throbbing.Begging.
He's so perfect.That skin… soft, sun-warmed.My tongue aches to taste him. To lick the heat from every inch of his body.
His scent—His mating scent is ecstatic in my nose, a high I've never known.
"Take me, Alpha," he moans.
Fuck.Alpha?
He just called me Alpha.
I'm… Diego's Alpha?
I'm his Alpha.And he's my omega.We're mates.
And he's on top of me.Grinding.Groaning.Desperate.
Every roll of his hips sends lightning through my body. My cock is solid stone now, throbbing hard and hungry for him.
I want him.I want to bury myself inside him, knot him, mark him, make him mine.Right now.I want to scent mark him so badly I'm shaking.
But—I can't.
