Outside the room, the mansion slumbered in silence, the grand halls of the old estate cloaked in moonlit shadows, heavy velvet curtains muffling the distant hoot of an owl.
But inside this narrow corridor, the air between them crackled alive with danger—raw alpha power clashing against omega heat, Emily's slick pheromones thick and commanding, a cloying unique musk that invaded Reyes's senses like a drug, forcing her rut to the surface despite every ounce of iron-willed resistance.
The scent was intoxicating, wrapping around Reyes's throat, making her cock throb painfully in her tactical pants, knot already twitching with the promise of breach.
Neither woman yielded. Neither blinked first, eyes locked in a battle of wills that hummed with electric tension.
Emily's gaze flicked over Reyes's face with unnerving calm, her omega eyes dark pools of heat-fuelled hunger.
