Y/N looked so small and delicate, her wide doe eyes shimmering with heat, cheeks flushed pink like a child's first blush. Her tiny frame barely reached his chest, soft curves hidden beneath a thin linen shift that clung to her sweat-damp skin. The scent of her slick arousal hit him like a war cry, sweet and fertile, begging for his seed. She was pure innocence wrapped in omega fire youthful face framed by wild curls, lips parted in needy whimpers, her flat belly aching to swell with his pups.

RM growled low, stripping off his leather loincloth. His thick cock sprang free, veined and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. He stalked toward her, grabbing her slim waist and hoisting her up effortlessly. 'Mine,' he rumbled, voice gravelly with possession. Y/N's legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, her drenched pussy grinding against his shaft, coating it in her juices.