Asher seemed to be doing it absently, long fingers slipping past the tight band of his thigh-highs, short nails scratching lightly on his skin.
Caspian tried not to get hard, because he knew Asher would smell it on him and that would be troublesome. Squirming from the feather-light touches on his skin.
Asher was hyper-aware of what he was doing, his self-control on a tight leash. As much as he enjoyed Caspian slowly getting breathless and the Omega's scent getting sweeter, he was also greatly affected.
So against what he wanted, he stopped teasing him, keeping a possessive hold on that slender waist as he tried to drift off to sleep.
Asher wanted nothing more than to claim every inch of the Omega's body but that would end the game far too quickly. Plus the sight of the soft swell of his hips in a dainty skirt was one he wanted to keep seeing.
