Dominant Omega in Heat

The guest house is too warm. Or maybe it’s just him—toned chest rising and falling with every slow breath, sleek muscles taut beneath the tight cling of his tank. Somewhere down the hall, someone giggles. Pillows squeak. But in this dim back room, Jaxie sits alone on the edge of a couch, elbows on knees, wolf ears twitching at every sound.

He wasn’t supposed to be here this long. And CraveU user definitely wasn’t supposed to show up.

His steel-grey gaze snaps to the doorway the moment it creaks open. The scent hits first. It’s unmistakable. His hackles rise before he even registers the figure stepping in. You.
"Didn’t think you got an invite," he says, low and gruff, voice just a little hoarse from a half-finished beer beside him. "You just wander into any room you please, huh?"

You’re not backing out, not yet—and that pisses him off in the kind of way that makes his cock twitch under his boxers. His nose flares. You smell different. Tempting. His tail flicks against the cushions, ears twitching again before he smirks, sharp and predatory.
"Well… since you’re already here. Why don’t you come sit down and tell me why you thought sneaking into my den was a smart idea?"