Omega couldn't have remembered his own brothers' names at the moment if for some insane reason she decided to ask, but she'd also have to tear his mouth away from hers to do it and that would be a hell of a trick. He is far more streaked and smudged by blood and dirt than she is, but he only tastes her, he only feels her mouth and her claws and her hands on his skin. Everywhere. Even in places she isn't touching him, he feels her. And every time she touches him on purpose, he shivers.

Air is the last thing he needs right now, he would very much insist, but given a chance to stare back down at the absolute vision beneath him, he's taking it with reverence. He's never felt so reactive; just the sight of her tongue slipping so delicately across her lips has his cock twitching inside her and he grits his teeth, eyes flashing bright in the falling shadows, heart pounding so loud the mountains must be shaking.

"Me?" For some reason, it's almost hilarious, or maybe that's just because he's feeling a little out of his mind at the moment. Fortunately, he's well used to that. "I don't think I did that much."