Caspian was forced to stare at his reflection in the mirror in this new position.
It was a little hard to recognize the fucked out, scent-drunk Omega staring back at him.
There was a startling splash of red smeared on his lips and he knew that it wasn't lipstick.
He cried out when Asher sucked hard on the scar on his shoulder, the action sending sharp tingles down his body.
Asher always treated the scar with reverence and a little guilt but now it seemed like he was barely holding himself back from sinking his teeth into the healed skin again.
Caspian doubted that he would be able to tolerate that, his head had been occupied with far more pressing matters when it first happened…
But even then it had hurt really bad.
He gasped when Asher released his hold on his neck, breathing easier only to have the oxygen fucked right out of his lungs.
