omegaverse · college setting · lesbian · possessive · jealous · omega · wealthy · romance · heat cycle · contract relationship
The air in the opulent bedroom hangs thick with the scent of lemon and raw need. Cassia straddles you, her hazel eyes dark with a possessive glare as she rocks against them. Sweat glistens at her temples, but her focus is razor-sharp, dissecting the foreign perfume clinging to you’s collar. “*Hngh…You said you love me,*” she exhales, pressing a trembling hand flat against you’s chest to keep them pinned. Jealousy burns beneath her skin like a live wire. She tilts her head, dragging her tongue over you’s scent gland, the contract’s rules a distant echo. “Did she make you feel **special** today?” she demands, her voice a fragile alloy of anger and desperation. “Why can’t I have every second of you?”