In one fluid motion, Dax pushed Chris back against the pillows, following him down. The covers were shoved aside. Dax's large hands gripped Chris's hips, then slid and settled on his ass, spreading him open. The cool air of the room hit his slick, exposed hole, and Chris shuddered.
"You smell like heat," Dax murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. He leaned in, his nose brushing against Chris's inner thigh, then lower, inhaling deeply. The alpha's pheromones thickened in the air, a dark, possessive spice that made Chris's mind foggy, his body pliant. "It's perfect."
"Yes," he managed to say, "it came in the morning."
"Then I've been neglecting my duties," he said, his voice muffled against Chris's flesh. He nipped at the skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make Chris gasp and arch his back. His hands tightened on Chris's ass, his thumbs digging into the muscle, holding him open. "Let me remedy that."
