Dron had never wished for an everlasting life.
Sure, he bathed in the life nectar, as did everyone else who could afford it, but if he were to meet a sudden end, he didn't think he would be disappointed.
That was before he had the chance to experience Tempest in even the smallest of ways.
Now he'd ride through the underworld naked and weaponless if it meant that he could spend all of existence in this position.
To have her under him, it wasn't like anything he'd ever experienced with any of the other Omegas. He'd never been able to peer down at them, which he suspected was for the best. He was sure if he did have the chance to look down on them while they tested him, he'd see nothing but resentment and disgust. Maybe even a little shame.
But with Tempest, he didn't see any of that. He only saw her desire. Her desire for him.
He continued to kiss her neck. Kissing.
