Summary:

“Say yes,” Rozanov says, his tone almost pleading, something that might pique Shane’s curiosity if he wasn’t currently burning. Shane breathes in Rozanov’s scent directly from his throat, letting the right good yes alpha feelings wash over him. He’s been taking care of himself for so long—so many years drudging through his heat never feeling truly satisfied—would it be so bad to take what Rozanov is offering? Would it be so bad to overlook the why and just take for once in his life? Shane feels like another person entirely when he breathes out a quiet, “Yes.” “Then come, omega,” Rozanov hums. “Let’s get you fucked.” OR Shane uses a heat app for the first time.