The Sith's Omega By Anonymous
Summary:
There is a warm hand carding through Fox's hair when he wakes. Lingering in the air is the crisp scent of a content alpha. Thoughtlessly, Fox nudges into the hand, mind still half trapped by sleep.
Then his heart drops and his body stiffens.
"Aw… don't stop being sweet for me." A voice croons in his ears and Fox can't help the shudder that goes through him, like a rippling tide under his skin.















