Dax slowly withdrew from Chris, the omega's body trembling with the loss. The air was thick with their mingled scents, Dax's spiced rum pheromones mingling with Chris's fresh rain aroma, creating a heady, intoxicating perfume that seemed to coat every surface of the room.
With a gentle but firm hand, Dax guided Chris onto his hands and knees, positioning him at the edge of the bed. Chris's body shivered with anticipation, his breath coming in short, eager gasps. The his back arched slightly, presenting himself to Dax, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and slick dripping down his thighs.
Dax's eyes roamed over Chris's form, taking in every curve, every line, every mark that bore witness to their passion. Even though his cock was still hard and pulsating with desire, he controlled himself and savored the moment.
