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Madox's entire body trembled, so much so that it was difficult for him to finish taking off that devilish omega's clothes, that his smell was driving him crazy. He had sent his vacation control, but his conscience insisted on accompanying him and that did not bode well.

He bit and licked the omega's earlobe as he writhed under his body rubbing every area he could reach; it was as if he was alone in a nebula of pleasure. Madox pressed his hip against his between his legs looking for some relief that didn't come, the more time he spent with him the harder he got.

Anxiety could with the alpha and having no results trying to remove the clothes in a civilized way, he tore it off leaving only the white underwear. He raised his head and licked his lips. His body was slim, perhaps a little more than indicated, but he had a marked waist as well as rounded hips that clothes did not show off, typical of an omega man.

One of his hands ran along the edge of his torso, eliciting a groan from the om