Killian Draven
The room was quiet save for my Omega's slow, even breathing. She was finally asleep, spent and glowing from the hours we’d just shared. My knot had gone down, my body relaxed and languid for the first time in what felt like forever.
And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her dark hair was a tangled halo on the pillow, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed pink. Every inch of her smelled like me, my hands had been all over her, my mouth worshipping every curve, my seed deep inside her.
But it wasn’t enough.
I ran my palm slowly up her thigh, unable to stop myself. Something deeper and far more primitive was stirring in me, a gnawing hunger that didn’t ease even after all we’d already done. My chest felt tight, my instincts rioting.
Gods, I can’t keep my hands off her
