Taeryn was having fun.
It was obvious not just in the way his body responded to Rihan's presence, but in how eagerly his pheromones spilled into the room, thick and sweet, curling around Rihan's senses like a deliberate provocation.
He wasn't subtle about it. He never was when he felt safe enough to stop pretending.
The sight alone was enough to make Rihan ache.
Taeryn restrained, marked, barely steady on his feet.... The only thing anchoring him was Rihan's arm locked around his waist.
And still, Taeryn moved. Small, persistent motions against his cock. Testing... Teasing.... Brushing back again and again as if he was daring Rihan to lose discipline.
Sweat clung to his skin, his body overheated and pliant, the sharp scent of arousal saturating the room.
His eyes were glazed, unfocused, a pleasure-dazed smile tugging at his lips as he leaked everywhere, every inch of him giving him away.
"Please…" he kept murmuring.
Rihan didn't give him what he wanted.
