Mikhail pushed Lucien against the tree and flipped his body with quick, controlled force until the omega faced him.
He pinned both of the omega's wrists above his head with one hand, locking him in place, making struggling pointless.
Lucien felt the shift inside himself immediately. His whole body reacted like it recognized the dominant alpha holding him, as if something in him had already surrendered.
It felt humiliating. He had been fucked too many times recently, his body conditioned into the natural omega he was supposed to be, and now that instinct betrayed him in front of the last man he wanted to respond to.
He blinked fast and tried to regain control, tried to fight the heat climbing through his veins, but his hormones ignored him the moment Mikhail touched him.
The Devil lowered his mouth to Lucien's chest. His lips closed around a nipple, grazing it with slow teeth, then sucking with enough pressure to make his irises dilate.
