Simon's POV~
The moment I finished helping Zane bathe, served his breakfast, and ensured he'd eaten lunch, I left his room without another word.
We'd crossed a boundary....one so deep I feared I wouldn't come back from it. I couldn't even bring myself to look back at him as I walked away. My hands trembled. My heart pounded. My thoughts? A complete mess.
How the hell did I end up stroking and sucking Zane?
I never meant for it to happen. That wasn't the plan. That was never supposed to be part of the plan.
And yet, the moment I walked in and saw him stroking himself, trembling in pain and flushed with heat... I lost control. My legs moved before my mind could stop them, and before I knew it, I was kneeling between his thighs, touching him, tasting him.
I've always prided myself on control....on remaining composed, cold, distant. I'm a Beta, trained to handle the unpredictable nature of Omegas during heat. And yet....