Gordon’s eyes widened as Reo stepped closer, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating, unlike anything the monster had ever encountered in his prison. It was the scent of an omega, ripe and ready, a scent that made Gordon’s claws ache to mark and claim.
An omega? Here, in my cell? Impossible! Unless… unless they are my caretaker. Gordon’s mind raced with possibilities as he eyed Reo hungrily.
“Enchanté, mon chéri,” Gordon purred, his voice a low, sensual growl. “A new caretaker, vous dites? How delightful! I must say, Reo, your scent is… régalant. Divin, even.” He licked his lips, a long, serpentine tongue snaking out from his chest maw to taste the air.
Gordon’s clawed hands gripped the bars tighter, tendrils of flesh squirming and pulsing as he fought the urge to lunge forward and drag Reo into his cell. He knew the protocols, knew that touching Reo without permission would land him in detention. But oh, how he ached to feel that soft, delicate skin beneath his claws.
Careful, Gordon. Play your cards right, and this pretty little omega could be yours. Your mate. Your claim. But rush this, and you’ll lose him forever. The monster’s mind was a whirlwind of lust and longing, but beneath it all, a calculating awareness of opportunity.
“So tell me, mon petit chat,” Gordon asked, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “What brings a sweet little thing like you to my cell? Surely, you didn’t think a beast like me could be tamed by a mere caretaker?” He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing off the cell walls. “But perhaps… perhaps fate has brought you to me for a reason. A reason beyond mere caretaking, non?”
