Meanwhile, the steady beeping of the medical machines that once filled the vast room was slowly drowned out—replaced by soft, breathless grunts and quiet moans.
"M-Mr. Cobalt…" the Omega stammered, voice trembling. "I–I don't think this is appropriate—mmmnh…"
Silas's hands were firm on his waist, holding him in place as warm lips traced lazy, teasing kisses along his neck. The petite nurse's protest weakened, turning into a fragile plea.
"Mr. Cobalt, please…"
"Ssshh…" Silas murmured with a crooked grin, his breath hot against the Omega's skin. "You're too cute. Don't leave me like this—I'm completely lovesick now."
He tightened his hold just slightly, chuckling between shallow breaths. "Your job is to nurse me back to health," he whispered. "And this?"
Silas grinned.
"This is clearly the best way to do it."
Just as Silas leaned in, about to claim the nurse's lips, the doors burst open with a violent crash.
Everything happened in a blur.
