Ilya finds himself in the bathtub, soaked under a foam of bubbles while his back rests against Valen's front, with his feet sticking out of the tub.This is domestic for Ilya and too out of place. A few weeks ago, he despised the arrogant alpha with every fiber of his being, and now he's here, in his arms, pressed against his warm body as if there's nothing else he wants. How ironic.Ilya should hate it, but he finds himself craving more, and with his Omega pheromones and instincts finally free from all restraints, he's a little too sensitive and wants more of the alpha. He feels like an omega for the first time in a long time.“I can smell you getting excited, you know?” Valen whispers beside his ear, his deep voice sending a wave of shivers down Ilya's spine while the smell of cigarettes and pheromones envelops Ilya securely.“Shut up,” Ilya snaps, and his elbow moves as well, slamming against Valen's rib, and the alpha immediately cries out in pain. Ilya's eyes widen, and he immedi
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