Page 129 of His Forbidden Omega
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“Make Bishop do it,” he said flippantly. “That guy has to earn his keep one way or another.”
“That’s—”
“No more talking,” Sarang cut him off and delivered another long lick from root to tip. “And soon, no more walking either.”
“Alpha—” Shiloh’s back bowed as he was engulfed by wet hot heat all at once, the alpha sucking him down deep and wringing his balls at the same time. The zip of pain with his pleasure almost had him unloading early, and it became a struggle to control himself.
From there nothing else mattered.
There was only this.
Sarang.
Him.
And the love they shared.
