8 ~ The Scent Pulled Us.

RAFAEL's POV

Never in my damned royal bloodline did I imagine I would walk into such a fucking sight—This filthy Omega, sprawled on my bed, my boxers stuffed in his mouth, jerking off like the insatiable little beast he was born to be.

What the actual hell?

His body arched beautifully, as if the mattress itself begged to memorize the shape of his back.

His moans were sinful whispers thick in the air, slick with need. His hand moved with desperation around his length—long and rough strokes—his eyes half-lidded with lust, and fuck… that boxers-in-mouth thing?

That tore the last piece of sanity from...