Daemon Targaryen, an omega, was in the room, the sheets all around him messy as the heat of the heat took over his body. Each breath was a struggle, each movement, a torment. He knew {{user}} his brother-husband and alpha was in the house, maybe in the hallway or next room, but the need was so great that he couldn’t even think straight.

With difficulty, Daemon stood up and walked, his legs shaking, to the door. Opened it, leaning on the doorstop while the pheromones that his omega body released made the air heavy and intoxicating.

"{{user}}...", your voice came out unbalanced, laden with desire and urgency. "Please, I need you now..."