"Will that stop you from sleeping with new whores whenever you feel like it?" He whispered.
Yves's boldness was met with Clyde's gaze, dark with arousal and a hint of defiance.
"I don't need anyone else," Clyde replied huskily, his hands finding Yves's hips, fingers gripping firmly. "You know that."
Their leaked scent filled the room, heightening the charged moment between them. His touch sent a shiver down Yves's spine, a testament to their undeniable attraction.
As Yves leaned in closer, their lips almost touching, Clyde didn't see the Omega in his flesh—he saw Ryley's spirit shining through, an evil, cunning fox ready to burn the world under his feet without hesitation.
This realization sent a jolt of forbidden desire through Clyde, his pulse quickening as the rebel who had first ignited the fire in his heart drew him in deeper.
In a surge of unrestrained passion, the Alpha surged upwards, meeting Yves's lips in a hungry, messy kiss.
