[TAMIKO]
But Kosta didn't want to talk about anything.
He wanted to be fucked.
If Tamiko wasn't going to give it to him, then he would take it on his own. Kosta was doing a good job at it, until his breaths began getting heavier and slower.
And Tamiko noticed.
Of course, he noticed.
The crown prince looked at Kosta like he was about to devour the pretty princess alive. Like he was about to ruin the omega in ways that no one had ever seen on any omega yet.
Like he wanted his omega wrapped in his scent, his marks, and everything just him.
Of course, he knew Kosta would never look at another the way he looked at him.
But still, there was that challenge in the air:
In the way that Kosta, struggling as he was to maintain the tempo of their bodies, desperate as he was to get more of Tamiko in him, made the crown prince wonder about so many things.
