Page 81 of Bliss & Her Idols

I eep and cower back.

Tor is dressed in nothing but a fluffy white towel, which is wrapped around his waist.

He’s powerful, muscled, and broad shouldered. His damp hair is tousled.

Light glints off his gold nipple rings.

How does he look more gorgeous like this?

The cold shower appears to have taken the edge off his rut, but he’s still vibrating with the effort to hold himself back.

His cock is hard and huge; I can tell by the outline of it under his towel.

My mouth is suddenly dry.

Jin stands by his side in a matching towel. They look like a bonded pair.

Also, impossibly beautiful together.

Jin’s long, white hair falls loosely around his shoulders. He’s removed his makeup, but his eyes are just as long lashed. Somehow, they look even larger now.

He has the athletic body of a dancer.

He’s as beautiful as a painting.

Casually, he rests his hand on Tor’s elbow.

It’s a simple gesture, but I can’t look away from it.

“Who’s upsetting an Omega in heat?” Tor’s voice is silky but deadly.

He holds his hand out to me like I’m automatically going to hand him my phone.

He doesn’t know me at all.

He lifts his eyebrow in surprise, when I keep my phone clutched to my ear.

“Tor is here,” I explain to Chase, before meeting Tor’s gaze with difficulty because the muscles of his hard chest are distracting. Then I say to Tor, “My Head Alpha. My brother.”

Tor’s shoulders relax. “I see.”

When he leans closer, however, suddenly I’m assaulted by his scent. It’s like the paradise of the vanilla tea hits me a million times harder than when I only smelled his t-shirt.

I can’t fight it.

I don’t want to.

I whine, taking another deep breath and panting hard.

Because this Alpha, Tor, is my scent match.

I can’t deny it.

I don’t know what it’ll mean, if anything.

Shit, why did this need to happen now?

Tor’s pupils dilate, before he looks at me, hungrily. He noses my cheek and then my hair like he can’t get enough of my scent either.

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