"Debt?"
Zeke muttered under his breath and frowned. Is that true that Jian Yu was working there due to debts?
"--ir Roderick?"
A tug on his arm made him look down, staring at the redhead omega still clinging on him.
"Have you decided on your dance partner, Sir Roderick?"
'What was his name again?' Zeke thought to himself.
"Let me be your dance partner, then we could do the usual," the redhead trailed his fingertips lightly on Zeke's arm. "I know your rut is close…"
He whispered slutily, licking his lips as he produced a more sweet smell. A few Alphas on the street had turned and glanced at them, trying to see which omega had emitted such a delicious smell.
"I know how feral you can be during your rut, how you pounded into me like I am the only one meant for you, how you filled me up with your--"
"Don't call me that."
