Summary:

Whimpering, Shane looked down between their bodies. Ilya’s other hand dragged slowly down Shane’s chest, over his trembling stomach, and came to rest just below his navel. There, pressed against Ilya’s own abdomen, was a soft, distinct bulge.

“See?” Ilya whispered, his eyes glowing with a feral light. “That’s me. Inside you.”

He pressed down with his fingers, right on the bulge.

Shane screamed.

(or, first day at the cottage gets Ilya scent drunk on his omega)

Tag to be covered: Crying Shane Hollander