Aurum
My cock was already harderthan a rock by the time Mylo walked in, but when he did, it throbbed in my pants.
The surprise on his face was totally worth my sneaking in.
“Aurum? W-what are you doing here?” he squeaked.
“Sitting,” I said.
He looked frazzled. “I see that, but why?”
“I was waiting for you.”
“W-why?”
Because for some reason, my dick wants to jump on you like a starving lion hunting a zebra,my brain stated.
Instead, I shrugged and said, “I wanted to.”
Mylo bit his lip, glancing anxiously at the door like the rules police would burst in at any second. “What if someone finds out? And how did you even get in?”
“One, I don’t care if anyone finds out. The rules are flexible. Two, window.”
Mylo’s brows knitted together. “Window?”
I pantomimed my actions. “Dragon. Fly. Enter through window.”
“You... broke into my hotel room?”
“Pretty much.” I grinned at his astonished face. “I own the joint, though, so it’s not technically wrong.”
“What if I’d been naked?” Mylo blurted.
I grinned, pleased at the mental image. “That would’ve been a bonus.”
A high-pitched whimper of confusion escaped Mylo. “I don’t know what’s going on. Am I being pranked?”
My grin instantly pulled into a frown. “No. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“That’s true. I know you wouldn’t,” Mylo said, his face softening. “Then why did you come?”
I resisted the urge to make a vulgar joke. “Because I wanted to see you.”
“But you just saw me at dinner,” Mylo pointed out.
Rolling my eyes, I stood up and approached him. My dick was too stifled to tolerate a sitting position anymore.
“So?” I countered. As my shadow fell over Mylo, his eyes widened and his round cheeks turned pink. He was adorable. “Am I not allowed to see you whenever I want?”
The words tumbled out of my mouth before I considered what I was saying. I wasn’t usually so... possessive. Not over omegas. But whatever this strange urge was, it felt good to indulge. I didn’t want to fight it.
“I guess you can,” Mylo said, licking his lips.
Did I make him nervous? I figured I should take a step back, give him space, but at the same time, I abhorred the idea of putting distance between us.
“Am I bothering you?” I asked point-blank.
“No! Not at all,” Mylo cried. “I’m just... confused.”
