Even though Rowan was in his sensitive period, and the instinctual urge to bite and mark was rising fiercely within him, he simply couldn't bring himself to lower his mouth. Early in the morning, when he went out, he had to lick his teeth in vain just to restrain himself. Looking at that sturdy, healthy neck made him crave it, but the foul odor acted as a barrier; it was truly a form of sweet torture.
This time, he applied the wild mint water to the large snake a bit faster, carefully avoiding that sensitive part before smearing the liquid all the way up in one go, wanting to use force to wipe away the awkwardness from moments ago.
A ridiculously comparative thought suddenly popped into Rowan's head. Leaving other things aside, that thing looked quite weighty and had considerable capital; its size was actually worthy of being compared to his own.
Alphas possessed this damn competitive spirit after all, even when the object of comparison was a snake.
