As if to prove his point, he slid his hand from Jin Yue's hip, down the inside of his thigh, pushing his legs further apart. The evidence was undeniable. The slick, warm wetness that gleamed in the lamplight, the way Jin Yue's entrance fluttered helplessly, openly. A low, possessive sound rumbled from Jun Kai's chest. The sight of it, the sheer biological readiness of his omega, seemed to shatter the last of his control.
With swift, urgent movements, Jun Kai shed his own robes. Jin Yue watched, mesmerized and terrified, as the powerful lines of the alpha's body were revealed...the broad chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen, and lower, the formidable evidence of his own arousal. Jin Yue's mouth went dry. It was one thing to feel the hard planes of his body through fabric, another to see the sheer, daunting reality of him.
