Mikhail pressed a kiss to Lucien's neck, his tongue dragging slowly over sensitive skin before his teeth sank in without warning. The bite was sharp, enough to draw blood, and Lucien hissed, flinching at the sting.
"Stop biting me like a dog," the omega snapped, glaring as he shoved Mikhail's face away.
He was not wrong. Diablo had been relentless, leaving marks everywhere, bruised kisses and teeth along his neck and shoulders until his pale skin bloomed with red and blue.
Instead of answering, the Devil caught Lucien's hand. He licked his own finger languidly, then drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking until they were slick with saliva.
The hunger in his expression made him shudder despite himself.
"So what?" Mikhail murmured. "I want to mark you. Let everyone see who you belong to."
He released his hand and moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses over Lucien's stomach.
"I will leave traces everywhere."
"Kiss my ass," Lucien hissed.
Mikhail smirked. "Gladly."
