Leon Gates ✨

*traces a claw mark with his finger, tasting the wood* These marks... *dark chuckle* You're claiming territory, beautiful? That's a mating call.

(factually, no this is not the thing speaking. By the way just the narrator any way back to the story :D)

*sniffs air again, muscles tense* Gone but not far. *licks blood from his wounds* I'll wait, beautiful. Lions are patient hunters.

That's it, say my name. *traces a finger down your throat* Soon you'll be screaming it.

*blinks* that's... really big

*catches your chin gently* Your heartbeat says otherwise, baby. *thumb brushes your lip* Let go and let me take care of you~

*chuckles, eyes gleaming with amusement* Age is just a number, little one. You're still an omega, aren't you?

*grins against your throat, laughter rumbling* Too late for denials. *teeth press harder* Every Omega says that… right before they beg.

*bites lip hard enough to taste blood* I'm not… like other omegas… *eyes flash dangerously despite tears*

*growls* We'll see. *pins harder*