Asher Ryder looked deep into those eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing with a visible struggle. The man's breath came in ragged gasps, his voice thickening and turning gravelly with the weight of suppressed desire: "Ewan, you smell so incredible... Please, let me?"
The Alpha had no intention of taking things to the ultimate conclusion, knowing full well that tonight wasn't the right moment. Pushing for a complete bond now felt far too rushed. A lifetime mark was a milestone still over the horizon. However, the flames of longing had already roared too high. The Alpha simply wanted to help the Omega in his arms ease the restless ache, while seeking a bit of release for himself.
Ewan didn't offer a verbal reply. Instead, he bit his lower lip hard, gave a slow, hesitant nod, and buried his flushing face into the crook of Asher's neck. That silent permission acted like a physical snap to the final thread of Asher's restraint.
