8 ~ The Scent Pulled Us.
RAFAEL's POV
Never in my damned royal bloodline did I imagine I would walk into such a f*****g sight—This filthy Omega, sprawled on my bed, my boxers stuffed in his mouth, jerking off like the insatiable little beast he was born to be.
What the actual hell?
His body arched beautifully, as if the mattress itself begged to memorize the shape of his back.
His moans were sinful whispers thick in the air, slick with need. His hand moved with desperation around his length—long and rough strokes—his eyes half-lidded with lust, and f**k… that boxers-in-mouth thing?
That tore the last piece of sanity from me.
Even as I stood there with my jaw clenched and fuming, he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.
And when I stepped closer, ready to rip him off the sheets and tos
