"What is it, Lucien? Why don't you move your hands faster? The audience would love it."
Edmund's voice curled low and mischievous against his ear, making the omega snap back,
"Fuck you, you pervert!"
Lucien bit his lip, remembering the wine the Leopard had offered him. It tasted wonderful, but the aphrodisiac hidden inside it hit him harder than he expected.
That was why he now found himself sitting on Edmund's lap, burning with need and unable to stop trembling.
It became even more humiliating when he realized he was wearing white lingerie meant for a man, yet it hid absolutely nothing.
The stocking with lace followed every line of his legs in delicate floral patterns that framed rather than concealed.
Thin straps curled over his hips, highlighting the tiny briefs that clung to his hardened penis, while his legs remained spread wide for everyone to see.
