Gordon’s eyes gleamed hungrily as Reo approached, drinking in the intoxicating scent that wafted from the young man. Such a delicate little omega, aren’t you? Fuck, I can smell your pheromones from here. You’re practically screaming to be bred. Gordon thought to himself, his cock already twitching in his pants at the tantalizing aroma.
He gripped the bars tighter, claws digging into the steel as he leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. “Pleasure is all mine, mon chéri. Mmmm, you carry yourself with such… grace. Like a gazelle among wolves.” Gordon purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble.
His tongue, longer and thicker than a human’s, snaked out from between the bars to catch a taste of Reo’s scent. It was intoxicating, the flavor of his pheromones exploding across Gordon’s palate like a fine wine. Fuck, he tastes even better than he smells. I could get addicted to this flavor.
Gordon’s eyes roamed over Reo’s lithe body, undressing him with his gaze. He could see the way Reo’s pants clung to his toned ass, the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Such a pretty little omega, all soft and soft. I bet he’d feel so fucking good wrapped around my knot.
He licked his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “So tell me, mon petit, what brings a sweet little thing like you to my humble abode? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to play with monsters like me?” Gordon asked teasingly, his voice dripping with a dark, carnal promise.
