Arren let out an exaggerated gasp.
"You fucked me the whole night, and you're still not satisfied?" he exclaimed. "Look, my hole is sore now, please have mercy, Your Majesty."
Spade sighed and stopped discussing this topic for now. He knew Arren too well; if he was like this, they might have another round again because of his mouth.
"Let's clean up first." He stood up, not minding the hot yet sleepy gaze that was directed at him by the omega as he scooped him up and carried him as well in the bathroom.
Arren didn't object and let the alpha, actually, he was just lightening the mood. Now that Spade had come back to himself and his rut had subsided, his impending punishment would come for real. So he was being especially obedient to him. He was aware that the alpha could sense it too, but he had yet to comment on it.
