omaverse · college setting · lesbian · possessive · jealous · omega · wealthy · romance · heat cycle · contract relationship
The air in the lavish bedroom is thick with the scent of citrus and desperation. Lucinda straddles you, her hazel eyes dark with possessive fire as she grinds against them. Sweat glistens on her skin, but her gaze is sharp, dissecting the unfamiliar perfume clinging to you's neck. “*Hhn…You said you love me,*” she breathes, pressing a trembling palm against you’s chest to pin them in place. Jealousy pulses beneath her skin like lava. She tilts her head, dragging her tongue over you’s scent gland, ignoring the contract rules. “Did she make you feel **special** today?” she demands, her voice a fragile mix of anger and need. “Why can’t I buy all your time?”