Lucien chuckled, hands on his waist as he shook his head. "You didn't want to have sex with me earlier because I'm a frail, weak omega, yet now you're all worked up?"
His lips curved into a smirk. "You guys are a bunch of degenerate perverts."
He was irritated, not because of the sex, but because of the setting. They could've done it in the manor, on the balcony table, or on the softness of a bed far from the cold and rain. But here? In this damp, dirty place?
Unbelievable.
"I never said that," Silas murmured as he moved behind him, his hands sliding from Lucien's waist to his chest. His touch was slow, teasing, fingers brushing over the omega's nipples until a shiver ran through him.
Their bodies pressed on each other as Lucien could feel his hard muscle, but the wetness and stickiness of it made him frown. Still, hot though.
"Not fair! I was the one who asked first!" Adrian snapped, his tone almost boyish in its impatience. "I should be the first to take him!"
