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The alpha’s pheromones thickened in the air, suffocating, intoxicating.
A fear rose in him—that he might drown in this scent, lose himself completely.
“C-can’t—ah—take it…”
Adam kicked weakly at the bed, trying to squirm away.
But Isaac’s grip was unyielding as stone.
He only fucked into him harder, faster, ensuring there was no escape.
“Hih—wait—ah—ah—!”
Adam’s body convulsed, his flushed skin clinging to Isaac’s length.
Finally, with a shudder, his cock twitched—spilling thick ropes of cum between them.
Adam arched, gasping, his vision blurring as pleasure detonated through him like fireworks.
Dazed, his oversensitive body jerked with each aftershock.
More seed spilled, painting his thighs and the sheets beneath.
“Hah.”
Isaac’s brow furrowed.
He buried himself to the root, then stilled.
A few seconds later, a low growl escaped his teeth—and then he, too, came.
The moment the alpha’s release flooded him, Adam’s walls clenched greedily, milking every drop.
Each pulse drew lewd, wet sounds from inside him.
“Haah—ah—nh…!”
Adam winced, his brow furrowing as a sharp pain shot through his wrist.
Struggling to turn his gaze, he realized the other man was biting down on his wrist.
“Why—?”
He wanted to ask why he was biting him, but no sound escaped his throat.
Isaac gnawed at the tender skin a few more times before finally pulling away, lips glistening.
“Let’s do it one more time.”
Still dazed from his climax, Adam could only blink.
One more time? H
e couldn’t comprehend what more could even be done in this state.
Then Isaac held out his palm and lightly tapped Adam’s cheek.
It didn’t hurt, but the meaning was clear: Snap out of it.
“Ugh.”
Adam flinched at the sudden touch, a faint sense of humiliation rising in his chest—but resistance wasn’t an option.
The only thing he could do now was submit to the man who owned him.
Lowering his eyes in silent obedience, he heard a low murmur near his ear.
“Good. Take it quietly.”
No sooner had the words left Isaac’s mouth than Adam was flipped onto his stomach.
His lips parted in shock at the sudden change in position, but before he could even think to rise, a firm hand pressed down on his back.
Then, he felt it—Isaac’s cock pushing back inside him, already hard again as if he hadn’t just come moments ago.
“Hah—!”
Adam gasped, tilting his head back.
A foreboding sense washed over him—this was far from over. His vision swam.
Isaac opened the window.
The dawn light filtering through the wine-colored curtains was crystal clear, pristine.
He inhaled quietly.
The sweet scent of spring blossoms lingered in the air.
“Nngh…”
A soft moan came from behind him.
Isaac turned his head, gaze settling on the figure trembling faintly in bed.
Disheveled hair, a body still quivering—whether from the cold or the aftershocks of sex, he couldn’t tell.
Adam Ross. An omega.
Their first night together had been… more satisfying than expected.
The pheromones, intoxicating as a potent drug; the way his cries and movements grew more desperate; his tear-streaked face—every inch of him was obscene.
“Hah.”
Letting out a short breath, Isaac closed the window again, his eyes narrowing at the dawn scenery outside.
He had only intended to fulfill his duty—to sire an heir and be done with it.
Yet somehow, by the time he regained his senses, morning had already broken.
He could hardly believe he’d spent the entire night fucking.
Isaac approached the sleeping figure, looking down at his face.
The tangled hair and lowered lashes reminded him of a red rose in disarray.
“…Not bad.”
The memory of those refined features twisting in pleasure flickered through his mind.
For a brief moment, the urge to see it again surfaced—but Isaac shook his head.
He had no time to laze around with an omega until morning.
With a mountain of responsibilities waiting, it was best to shake off last night’s haze quickly.
Fresh clothes were already prepared in the corner of the bedroom.
Slipping into a thin layer, Isaac looked as if he had no lingering attachments.
He headed straight for the adjoining bathroom without another glance.
As he walked, the sound of Adam’s quiet breathing brushed against his ears.
But Isaac didn’t turn back.
That afternoon, Adam walked down a path dappled with April sunlight and tree shadows.
The breeze was cool, the blooming flowers jewel-like in their brilliance—but weighed down by exhaustion, he couldn’t bring himself to appreciate the spring scenery.
“It hurts…”
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
His body was clean now, washed and lightly scented, but no amount of warm water or fresh clothes could erase the pain.
He gingerly pressed a hand to his waist.
“Ah—”
A dull ache spread through him.
The moment he realized it was from last night’s relentless sex, heat rushed to his face.
What they’d done was no different from animals in heat—wild, rough, violent.
“I must’ve lost my mind.”
Cheeks burning, Adam exhaled sharply.
He remembered the way his legs had wrapped around Isaac’s waist, the way he’d arched into each thrust.
His thoughts bubbled over like boiling foam, his pulse hammering in his ears.
“How pathetic must I have looked…?”
Isaac’s cold expression flashed in his mind.
There was no need to guess what he must’ve thought of him.
Adam shuddered, running a hand down his own arm.
How much longer would he have to endure this?
How many more times would he have to crumble completely in front of someone else?
“Mr. Ross!”
What quelled the storm of thoughts in Adam’s head was the call of a young maid.
She gave a hurried bow and gestured with her eyes.
Following her gaze out of reflex, Adam murmured, “Ah.”
“A respectful greeting to the Duke.”
The one being addressed was Chester.
He had lighter blonde hair and amethyst eyes, a man who, at first glance, hardly looked like a duke.
His outfit was far too relaxed for nobility—his pale silk shirt left his collarbones exposed, and tight black pants accentuated his thick thighs and long legs.
“Out for a stroll?”
Chester smiled, his eyes crinkling languidly.
Then he gestured to those around him to step away.
Adam, watching the group scatter almost instantly, couldn’t help but be puzzled.
Why did he suddenly dismiss everyone?
“I just wanted to be alone with you.”
His voice, like a spring breeze, teased Adam’s ear.
The suggestive, almost seductive murmur made Adam’s eyes widen.
Chester, on the other hand, remained calm, simply smiling.
“Are you feeling all right?”
“Ah, y-yes. I’m fine.”
Adam answered, face flushed, because he knew exactly what Chester was referring to.
“Really?”
“Ah!”
Adam let out a startled yelp as Chester suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He pushed up Adam’s sleeve, then frowned faintly.
“Are you sure you’re all right? It doesn’t look that way.”
Bite marks covered Adam’s wrist, with a faint bruise blooming around the red imprint.
Chester’s eyes carefully examined the traces of their night together, and Adam squirmed under his gaze.
“I-it’s really nothing.”
“Did they treat the wounds?”
“Yes. Everyone was very attentive.”
“My brother was rough with you. I’m surprised—he usually seems so composed.”
Chester’s long fingers brushed gently over the bite mark.
His eyes never left the wound, even as his lips moved softly.
“Perhaps it’s because he liked you that much.”
“You flatter me.”
“If I’m flattering you, why the sour face?”
His finger traced lightly over Isaac’s mark.
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