Omega POV (Ayan)
I wasn't going to sleep.
I didn't care if he told me to.
I didn't care if I was "leaving tomorrow."
He called me his moonmate.
So I was going to make him show it.
I slipped out of my robe and tossed it over the chair. The silk shirt I wore barely covered my ass. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
He deserved to suffer.
I padded out of the room in silence, following the scent trail only my Omega instincts could detect it led to his room. Not the guest room. His.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt half open, head in his hands.
I didn't knock.
I just walked in, soft and slow.
When he looked up, I saw it instantly—his eyes went dark. His jaw clenched.
I didn't give him time to speak.
I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward him slowly, letting my shirt ride up just enough to flash the curve of my bare ass.
"You told your friend I was your moonmate," I said softly. "Why are you pretending I'm not?"
He stood, backing up slightly, as if afraid of me.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice low and strained.
"I know," I whispered.
Then I stood up on the bed, close enough that my chest brushed his. I looked up at him, bare feet sinking into his expensive sheets.
"But I'm here anyway."
His hand reached out—just a little—and brushed my waist. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to grab me, slam me down.
I pressed in close, trailing my fingers down the middle of his chest.
Then I knelt Right between his legs.
He was already hard.
Straining.
Thick.
Massive.
The scent of his pre-cum made my mouth water.
I pressed my lips to the bulge in his trousers and looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent.
"I just want a taste," I said softly.
He growled.
Loud. Low. Deep in his chest.
His dick was already swelling behind the fabric.
"You don't know what you're doing," he said, voice almost broken.
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
I unzipped his trousers and pulled him free.
Thick. Heavy. His cock throbbed in my hand, the tip leaking, the shaft pulsing under my fingers.
I licked the head slowly, teasing the slit with my tongue.
He gasped.
Then his hand was in my hair, gripping tight.
I smiled and took more of him into my mouth, slow and deep, letting the heat from his body pull me in.
His hips twitched, and he muttered something under his breath—something primal, possessive, in Alpha tongue.
Then he pulled out of my mouth suddenly and lifted me—effortlessly—throwing me down on the bed.
I landed on my back, legs spread, shirt riding up to my ribs, and he climbed over me.
His eyes were glowing faintly now. Wild. Like a storm breaking inside him.
"I warned you," he said through gritted teeth, voice deep and wrecked.
My thighs trembled under him.
"Then stop warning me," I whispered. "And show me what a dominant Alpha does to his moonmate."