Night owl

KILLIAN

“Who is there?”

I knew who was supposed to be: the blonde omega I asked to join me at my chamber at nightfall, but asking questions was natural and official.

I always had to.

“It’s me, Killian, you are supposed to expect me more often than you expected the omegas you make out with all night in my absence.”

Gosh!

For heaven’s sake, it was Laura.

I sprung to my feet like a man whose chambers were raided by rogues.

She was the least person I’d ever thought of meeting or worse making out with tonight, having booked an omega for the night like I always did all night.

She walked in, clad in a white regal that was a little transparent. Maybe she had finally desired to come have my dick by herself without being invited, after waiting for a damn long time to be summoned to duty.

“Laura.”

My eyebrows were raised, and if only I could see myself without having to use a mirror, I would definitely be able to tell that my eyes were first lit with utter surprise, but then, the light of lust