Page 119 of The Heart of Winter

My hungry eyes traced the slope of his shoulder, following its curve down to his scent glands. With Winter’s fair skin, they were practically invisible. Maybe, if I focused hard enough, I’d notice a faintly rosier hue in that spot.

Beneath his skin, I could see his veins, delicate blue lines pulsing with each beat of his heart, faster than usual. But was that because of the warm water… or because of what was coming next?

"Are you staring at my scent glands?"

He asked the question in a very distinctive tone.

"I'm just observing how they look against your skin."

"Watching someone’s scent glands so intently… that’s a very alpha thing to do." Winter hesitated, as if unsure whether he should call me that. "How should I treat you? Do you see yourself as an alpha, or something else?"

I lifted a hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, letting my fingertips brush against his gland. They say betas don't have much sensitivity there, but the reaction I got was anything but minimal. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled softly.

"I look like an alpha, but I never really think of myself in a specific way," I murmured. "And both alphas and omegas are drawn to scent glands… so," I whispered the last part in a lower, more intimate tone, my fingers continuing their slow exploration.

"And yours, in particular, fascinates me a lot."

Leaning in closer, I let my lips ghost over his gland in the faintest of touches.

"I can smell you, Winter. Subtly. Like a lavender meadow… with a lime tree growing in the middle."

"Betas don't have a scent," he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"And yet, I smell something. It's barely on the edge of perception, but it's there, light and delicate…"

"It's just a phantom scent," Winter muttered, his breathing growing heavier. "Or residue from my lavender shower gel. And you're on suppressants."

Meanwhile, my lips brushed ever so gently against his skin. My hand glided down his arm, moving with intention, until it finally reached its destination—his nipple.

"Your nipples are such a unique color. Like pearls. I've never seen any this light before."

His eyes were closed, long white eyelashes almost touching his cheeks.

"So you're going to fuck me, Winter? My tight virgin ass?"

I could see exactly how my directness affected Winter, it seemed to throw him off balance, chipping away at his usual demeanor, bringing out a hint of shyness from deep within him.

"That’s the plan."

We were now looking at each other up close. I was facing him, sitting with my right leg bent beneath me, while my left was stretched out—fortunately, the water kept it from aching too much. He was still slightly turned away, but that didn’t bother me.

I murmured, a bit absently, "Do you know that your lips just demand to be kissed?" and this time, I leaned in and kissed him with much more certainty. Winter opened his mouth eagerly, and I dived into the heat of him, our tongues almost wrestling with each other.

And then it came—the wave. As if the kiss triggered it.

My body coiled, and a series of shivers ran along my back. My fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders. I broke away for a second to murmur breathlessly,

"It just started, Winter! We should probably start scrubbing, because I’m not going to last much longer!" I groaned out, letting out a loud gasp. "Can I wash you first?"

I could tell he was caught off guard again. He blinked, clearly unsure of what exactly I meant, so I made a suggestive gesture.

"Please, stand up, and you’ll be at the perfect height for me to… wash everything that’s right in front of my face."

Reaching for the small soap, I forced my body to wait just a bit longer. My dick was painfully hard, and my hole felt far too empty. But I also had to give Winter a chance to process what I was suggesting. He didn’t look entirely convinced, his expression hesitant, but after a moment, he slowly got to his feet.

And that was when I saw it. He was almost fully hard. So he was feeling it too? Were we in some kind of sync?

Lathering the soap between my hands, I glanced up at him, my eyes asking for permission. "Can I touch you there, Winter?"

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