Taesan's POV
The omega feels right against me and as I taste his lips, every degrading thought I ever had of him dies off.
He whimpers as I bite down on his bottom lip and tug on it.
He feels right like this, I want to break him for me, I want to make him fit me.
I want to own him.
"Seoha" I call his name with a rough and deep voice, and he answers with his eyes, his eyes are glassy as he slips under my control.
Fuck.
My jumbled senses are slowly aligning for him, the control that was snatched out my hands are now at my finger tip, gorgeous…ficking gorgeous.
I lick his wound clean, tasting dirt and metal, needing every part of him to be imprinted in my senses.
His scent ripens the more I lap at him, I can smell his slick, appetizing and enticing, my alpha doesn't rush to claim…dinner is served and dinner is ours.
No need to rush.
His lips are losing color from the lack of air and I release my hand on his neck…just a little, not too much, just enough to not die on my bed.
