Their breaths came ragged as sweat rolled down their bodies, making their skin sticky, but unbearably sexy.
The firelight made their slick forms glisten, while outside, the storm finally dispersed, leaving behind a misty calm as evening settled in.
Yet none of them cared about the change in weather; they were still lost in euphoria.
"Are you okay? Can you continue?"
Silas asked, his hands gripping Lucien's shoulders to support him while the omega remained on top of Adrian.
"Yessh… I'm fine," Lucien replied lazily, tilting his head back to look at him. "Just uncomfortable. My body's all sticky."
Silas swallowed hard. The omega looked too damn sexy; his flushed cheeks, his damp, messy hair, and the choker clinging to his neck, the only thing he wore, made him look utterly debauched.
He couldn't hold back anymore. "It's fine. That's how sex is, it's supposed to be nasty and dirty."
The alpha grabbed Lucien's waist, pulling him up against his chest. "Adrian, help me."
