Ewan wrapped his arms around Asher's neck, gazing at the Alpha with desire-clouded eyes. He was no longer as bashful as their previous encounters; perhaps frequent intimacy truly bred familiarity. Around them, the scent of their mingled pheromones grew increasingly heavy.
The aroma of black tea tangled with champagne roses, an intoxicating blend that left one lightheaded. Asher captured Ewan's lips, suckling gently as he murmured: "Give it to me, alright?"
Ewan's face flushed crimson. He offered a tiny nod before burying his face entirely against the Alpha's chest.
Truthfully, their current positioning was rather opportune. Asher leaned back slightly, pushing Ewan upward into an arch. The two flushed peaks were thrust directly before the Alpha's face. The man resembled a hunter spotting his prey, his gaze unmistakably ravenous. He swallowed hard, parting his lips to take the alluring cherry into his mouth.
"Mmn..."
