Harris blinked his eyes open, the darkness of the tent pressing in. Then, he felt a weight on his lower half—something warm, something soft. His heart jumped into his throat as he looked down.
Kaelo was back.
The Omega was kneeling between Harris's legs, his silhouette silhouetted against the dim moonlight filtering through the leaves. He had pushed Harris's pants down, and he was… eating him up.
"Mmm… are you finally awake? You are even saltier than you smell, Sky-Man," Kaelo whispered, pausing for a second to look up.
His eyes were wide and dark, reflecting the moonlight like twin pools of ink. A small, shameless smirk played on his wet lips.
"I told you I would come back to see if you were still scared."
Harris's voice was trapped in his throat. He felt the heat rising in his blood again, the sudden, intense friction of Kaelo's tongue over his cap sending a jolt of electricity straight to his brain.
