Lucien could feel something hard pressing against the curve of his buttock: a thick, heated length rubbing against his skin. His body trembled instinctively.
The lingering effect of the Lune Kiss still pulsed faintly through his veins.
It wasn't as overwhelming as before, but it was enough to make his inner walls flutter and twitch in anticipation, craving to be filled.
Before he realized it, his hips were pushing back, grinding against Edmund's cock, making it wet off his juices.
The movement was instinctive, sinful. Edmund chuckled darkly behind him, a low sound that rumbled in his chest.
"So I was right," he growled, voice dropping an octave.
"You'd give that body to anyone, wouldn't you? You filthy omega. Do you even think you deserve my cock?"
Hearing that, Lucien almost laughed. To him, it sounded like a bluff. He was a proud omega, his pheromones were strong, irresistible.
