The air was sweet, tinted with the strong floral scent of an omega in heat.

Cyno curled into a tight ball, whimpering slightly from the intense need and desire. It was like a burning pit in his stomach. He could feel the slick dripping slowly out of his hole, pooling on the blankets below him.

The scent of his alpha alerted him, his head jerking up as he let out an impatient whine. He spread his legs, waiting for his alpha to join him.