The Omega mumbled something incoherent, a string of syllables that Asher couldn't decipher, but the tone was undeniable, it was haunting, alluring, a siren's call. Under Asher's shocked and widening eyes, Ewan parted his rosy, flushed lips. The movement was slow, deliberate, and agonizingly sensual. He extended a small, wet, pink tongue and, with a terrifying gentleness, licked the streak of fresh blood on Asher's arm.
"Ewan!"
Asher shuddered violently, his entire body seizing up as if he had been struck by a high-voltage paralytic bolt. A sensation of numbness mixed with electric fire shot from his bicep straight to his brainstem, delivering a devastating blow to his rationality and self-control.
