Rafael rose from the bath, the water streaming from his body in rivulets that caught the low light.
Despite the soreness he complained about, he moved gracefully, turning and landing squarely on Gregoris' lap.
Gregoris let out a slow, quiet breath, his body responding even as his mind seemed to hold its ground. He rested his forehead against Rafael's shoulder, a gesture of both surrender and exhaustion. He couldn't refuse his mate, and the scheming omega knew.
The scent of heat, sweet and intoxicating, rose from the omega's skin. One hand came up to trace the mark he had left years ago on Rafael's nape, his fingers familiar against the sensitive skin. He could feel a faint tremor in Rafael's limbs, a result of exertion and pure desire.
"You are in heat." Gregoris huffed and nuzzled his head further into Rafael's hollow of neck. "That's why you are so set on provoking me."
