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He hadn’t planned on having sex outdoors from the start.
At least, Isaac hadn’t. Inviting guests over only to do that would make him no better than an animal.
It was just that the lingering scent of another’s pheromones all over Adam’s body irritated him beyond reason.
His original plan had been simple: kiss Adam sensibly, touch him, and wipe away that foreign scent.
But then Adam had spoken—just a few words—and they snapped the last thread of Isaac’s restraint.
“The person I used to be was nothing special.”
“I should know my place, right? A poor, worthless omega.”
Isaac didn’t like it.
The way Adam casually belittled himself, the detached tone devoid of even a hint of frustration—
none of it sat right with him.
Twisted by desire, Isaac had given an order: Prove your worth.
“Ugh—hk!”
A strained sound cut through the silence. Isaac turned toward the noise.
There stood Chester—and Adam, on his knees before him.
“Do it properly.”
Dressed in only a thin shirt and trousers, Adam was sucking Chester off.
His lips struggled to take the length, gagging intermittently.
“Adam, I won’t go easy on you today just because you’re sloppy.”
Chester’s voice was gentle but firm, carrying his usual elegance and composure.
But his violet eyes, fixed on Adam, burned with a savage glint.
Watching them, Isaac recalled Chester’s earlier behavior.
The moment the young maid had burst in, screaming that Adam was in danger, Isaac had seen it—the rare flicker of unrest on Chester’s face.
It wasn’t just anger.
No, it was more than that.
Chester had relentlessly driven Sloane back with his blade, his broad back like a surging tidal wave.
The sheer intensity of his bloodlust had been so sharp, so violent, that Isaac had briefly wondered if Sloane might die.
And yet, here he is, pretending to be composed.
Isaac inhaled deeply.
The soft scent of omega clashed with the cold, possessive pheromones of another alpha.
Heat coiled in his gut like a burning ember.
Truthfully, Isaac had been just as shaken by the news of Adam’s danger.
He just hadn’t realized it—too focused on his brother to notice his own expression.
A man like him, stoic as stone, unshakable and indifferent—people assumed he’d never experienced turbulent emotions.
So when he shot up from his seat, face drained of color, the onlookers were stunned.
He hadn’t even noticed, his attention locked solely on Chester.
Even now, he remained oblivious to the pheromones rolling off him in waves.
“Hah…”
Chester’s lips curled, eyes crinkling in amusement before he turned his head toward Isaac.
“Why just stand there watching, Brother? Come closer.”
“No.”
“Why not? Ah—”
A smirk tugged at Chester’s mouth.
“Planning to jerk off while watching? See, I told you—you’ve got voyeuristic tendencies.”
Chester, who usually knew where to draw the line, was too far gone to care about propriety.
The sharp jab didn’t anger Isaac—if anything, it intrigued him.
Seeing Chester this emotionally unguarded was rare.
“Kgh—!”
It was Adam who interrupted their silent battle.
His lips pressed against the tip of Chester’s cock, then traced the shaft with his tongue, swirling over the sensitive ridge.
Chester let out a low groan.
“Are you okay?”
Adam asked cautiously, breath hot against flushed skin.
Chester bared his teeth, suppressing a shudder before forcing a satisfied smile.
Relieved, Adam relaxed—only to then take Chester deeper, throat working around him.
“Ngh—!”
“Haah.”
Chester’s parted lips trembled slightly.
The tight heat of Adam’s mouth squeezed around him, tongue pressing insistently against his length.
Hot saliva coated his cock, veins standing stark under slick skin.
Forgetting his brother entirely, Chester closed his eyes, dizzy with pleasure.
“…Good. Just like that, Adam.”
His praise came out rough.
Chester’s hand slid into Adam’s hair, stroking the lavender-scented strands before gripping the nape of his neck.
A light tap made Adam’s throat constrict further.
“You said you were nothing special?”
You don’t know yourself at all, Adam.
Sloane hadn’t approached Adam because he thought him worthless.
No—something about Adam had provoked him.
Whether envy or lust didn’t matter.
“Look at you now. No one has ever shaken me like this. Even him can’t look away.”
Chester’s eyes opened again, desire flooding his chest.
“Adam.”
At the tender call, Adam slowly lifted his gaze.
His green eyes were glistening, wet with unshed tears.
Fury reignited in Chester’s veins.
That bastard Sloane. He dared to covet Adam?
Banishing him from the estate wasn’t enough.
Visions flashed through Chester’s mind—swift, violent—before he smiled.
“I want to go harder. Can you take it?”
Adam’s damp eyes flickered.
Chester watched, amused, as Adam wrestled with the unspoken understanding that something intense was coming—and that he wouldn’t refuse.
Sure enough, Adam lowered his lashes and nodded.
Chester leaned down, fingers tightening on his neck.
“Ugh—!”
A pained cry tore from Adam’s throat as Chester gripped his head, thrusting deep, hitting the back of his throat without mercy.
The thick crown of his cock battered Adam’s tight passage ruthlessly.
Thud—slap—thud!
Lewd, wet sounds filled the air.
Chester didn’t care if Adam could barely breathe—just fucked into his mouth with relentless pace.
Adam jerked, gagging, spit dripping from his swollen lips.
“Haah…”
Chester furrowed his brows slightly and sank deeper, his body curling forward.
The clumsy scrape of Adam’s tongue against his cock was vividly palpable—so electrifying it sent shivers down his spine.
His hips began moving faster on their own.
‘Fascinating.’
Chester mused to himself.
Truthfully, Adam wasn’t skilled at sucking cock.
Of course not.
His only experience had been with Isaac.
There was no way Adam, of all people, could suddenly perform fellatio like some seasoned whore.
To Chester, who had plenty of experience, Adam’s tongue work felt downright amateurish.
Thuck! Schlrp, thuck!
Yet, heat already pooled in his lower half, threatening to push him over the edge.
It was almost laughable how quickly he’d hardened, like some pubescent boy.
Why was he this aroused?
What was it about Adam that made his body react like this?
Just because he was an omega?
“Ngh… ngh!”
Adam let out a frantic sound, clutching at Chester’s body before pressing flush against him, eyes tightly shut.
Translucent tears rolled down his cheeks in fat drops.
His face was a mess of pitiful desperation and something undeniably lewd.
The unexpected tears made Chester’s eyes widen.
“…Incredible.”
Euphoria ate at his soul.
The urge to comfort the weeping Adam tangled violently with the impulse to make him cry even more, a chaotic storm he couldn’t control.
His grip tightened on the back of Adam’s head.
Chester shoved his fully erect cock deep into Adam’s throat.
The startled tongue trembled against his length, and with a final twitch, his cock erupted, spilling cum straight down Adam’s esophagus.
“Hghk!”
Adam’s throat convulsed erratically.
His eyes flew open, shocked by the sudden flood of liquid forcing its way down.
His face flushed crimson, breath stuttering, but Chester didn’t release his hold.
“Ghk—ngh…!”
The choked-off noise buzzed against Chester’s eardrums.
Adam’s hazy green irises rolled upward.
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