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“Remy.”
Rex, who had been tenderly stroking Remy’s hair as if counting each strand, paused.
His hand shifted, now cupping Remy’s flushed cheek.
“Your face is still cold.”
Using his palm, Rex gently wiped away the droplets on Remy’s cheek.
The touch of his hand grazing Remy’s damp skin sent a subtle shiver through Remy’s body.
Rex’s fingers didn’t stop there—they trailed down to the nape of Remy’s slender neck.
Rex’s hand moved along the curve of Remy’s pale, delicate neck.
Every time those long, thin fingers brushed against his skin, Remy trembled slightly, almost involuntarily.
He closed his eyes without realizing it, his long lashes wet with raindrops resembling tears.
With his sight blocked, his senses sharpened.
The sound of rain filled his ears, and the sharp, fresh scent of mint seemed to penetrate his lungs.
His damp clothes clung to his skin, and his body, steeped in the moist air like a rain-soaked forest, grew increasingly sensitive.
“You smell so nice…”
Lost in the minty fragrance, Remy spoke his thoughts aloud without realizing it.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at the alpha standing before him.
Rex’s gaze, calm and serene like autumn rain, made Remy’s breath catch.
In the rain-drenched forest, Rex’s arms rested against the trees on either side of him, framing Remy’s body.
The white shirt clinging to Rex’s muscular frame revealed every contour—his forearms, chest, everything accentuated by the damp fabric.
“Remy.”
Once again, Rex pulled Remy into his embrace.
Thump, thump.
The rhythmic heartbeat shared between their chests was palpable, its origin indiscernible.
Enveloped in the sharp, heady scent of mint, Remy buried his face into Rex’s chest.
The warmth radiating through the wet fabric seemed to melt away the chill in his body.
“Let’s go. The carriage has arrived.”
At Rex’s words, Remy nodded, his face still pressed against Rex’s chest.
Rex wrapped his arms securely around Remy and began to walk.
Remy followed without resistance, allowing himself to be guided.
“You’ve done well.”
Rex thanked the coachman who had brought the carriage to them and helped Remy inside.
After ensuring Remy was seated, Rex climbed in and shut the door.
The sound of rain softened, leaving the two of them alone in the enclosed space.
“You must’ve been freezing.”
Rex’s tone, gentle and caring, no longer surprised Remy.
He picked up a large towel that had been prepared in advance and began to dry Remy’s wet hair.
The soothing sensation made Remy feel drowsy, as if he might drift off at any moment.
“Let’s get you into some dry clothes. You’ll catch a cold like this.”
Setting the towel aside, Rex knelt in front of Remy, who was watching him intently.
Slowly, Rex began removing the frock from Remy’s shoulders, revealing a white shirt underneath, soaked through in patches.
The once-ornate frills clung lifelessly to his pale skin, accentuating every delicate line of his frame.
With deliberate care, Rex began unbuttoning Remy’s shirt.
Each undone button exposed more of Remy’s damp, ivory skin, and his breath quickened in response to Rex’s touch.
“You’re completely soaked.”
As Rex removed the shirt from Remy’s shoulders, his gaze lingered on the redness marking his pale skin where the fabric had been pressed against him.
Rex picked up the towel again and dabbed at the damp skin on Remy’s shoulders.
The light pressure of the towel made Remy flinch slightly, his entire body unusually sensitive.
‘Why does this feel so overwhelming…?’
Remy bit his flushed lower lip, his gaze falling to Rex kneeling before him.
He watched as Rex carefully wiped down his arms and chest, the towel gliding over his skin.
When it brushed across his chest, grazing a small, sensitive peak, Remy let out an involuntary whimper.
“Ah…”
The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and he found it impossible to stay still.
As his body shifted, the dampness between his thighs grew, a testament to his heightened state.
Rex’s every movement left his skin feeling alive, as though each stroke of the towel awakened something new within him.
Without thinking, Remy reached out and placed his hand on Rex’s head.
When his fingers tangled in Rex’s damp red hair, he gently tugged, pulling him closer.
Just as Remy was intoxicated by the minty fragrance filling the air, Rex seemed equally drawn to Remy’s scent, never resisting his touch.
Rex’s face rested against Remy’s chest, and he inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering as he murmured, “Your pheromones… they’re intoxicating.”
Rex whispered softly against Remy’s smooth chest, his lips parting cautiously.
He extended his sticky, hot tongue and began to lick gently.
The sweet taste of his white skin felt as if it held the fragrance of freshly plucked acacia petals.
Wherever Rex’s tongue grazed, red marks blossomed, as if he were painting a canvas with vivid strokes of crimson.
His lips, which had been spreading this color across Remy’s body, eventually stopped at a spot even redder than the marks he left behind.
Like a shy, pink bloom in a garden, Rex took that delicate place into his mouth without hesitation.
“Ah…!”
Remy’s head tilted back sharply, his body trembling as he sat upright.
Tilting his head further, he exhaled hot, shaky breaths.
The humid sounds of Rex’s movements mingled with the rain, overwhelming Remy’s senses.
He clung to Rex’s hair, trying to endure the surging sensations, but the more he resisted, the more relentless the sensations became, causing his body to burn hotter.
As Rex’s touch grew more intense, Remy’s head shook uncontrollably, his gasps filling the space.
Their mingling scents saturated the confined interior of the carriage, leaving no room for coherent thought.
Drunk on pheromones, Remy’s body melted as if it were surrendering to the heat.
Rex’s lips continued their descent along Remy’s fragile frame, leaving traces of their passage on his prominent ribs.
His hand slid downward, delicately tracing the curves of Remy’s trembling body.
“…Hah…”
The unexpected touch made Remy feel like he might stop breathing altogether.
Rex’s hand slipped naturally under his clothes, exploring and claiming Remy’s sensitive body.
Caught in the grip of an unbearable pleasure, Remy let out a pained moan, his body convulsing as if melting beneath Rex’s touch.
His mind, already overwhelmed, seemed to dissolve completely, leaving nothing but raw sensation.
It was as though his entire being was melting, like ice cream beneath a blazing sun.
The increasing speed and intensity of Rex’s movements shook Remy’s mind and body alike.
The sensations were so overpowering that the mere scent surrounding him was enough to make him dizzy.
“…!”
As Rex lowered his lips further, Remy’s eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat.
His body sank into Rex’s mouth, enveloped by a slick, warm sensation that sent shockwaves through him.
The intensity of the experience was unlike anything he’d felt before—softer, yet infinitely more stimulating.
Gripping Rex’s head tightly, Remy struggled to endure the storm of sensations overtaking him.
Outside, the rain grew heavier, pounding against the carriage roof.
The rhythmic friction mirrored the rapid beating of Remy’s heart, which felt on the verge of bursting.
Clinging desperately to the only anchor in his spiraling world, Remy fought against the overwhelming sensations crashing over him.
The wet, relentless sounds pierced his ears and reverberated through his very core.
The electric thrill was too much to bear, leaving him writhing helplessly and crying out.
In the end, the torrent of irresistible pleasure unleashed the desires Remy had kept buried.
Shuddering uncontrollably, his body trembled as his breaths came fast and shallow.
His mind, once blackened and empty, was now filled with vibrant colors, leading him into a realm of intoxicating fantasy.
Lost in that unparalleled pleasure, Remy succumbed to unconsciousness.
“….”
Rex wiped his sticky lips and lifted his head slowly, gazing at Remy’s limp, unconscious form before him.
“Remy…”
The thought of leaving after experiencing Remy’s body for the first time was maddening, but Rex held himself back.
Taking things further here would be disrespectful.
Rex didn’t want just Remy’s body; he wanted all of him.
He leaned down to press a tender kiss to Remy’s forehead, choosing to convey his feelings with that small gesture.
He didn’t want to rush.
Remy was far too precious to him—an Omega he couldn’t bear to lose.
Rex gently stood, imagining the day Remy would become the mother of his children.
Carefully, he removed Remy’s wet clothes, replacing them with dry ones as the rain outside softened, leaving behind a serene silence.
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Insane chemistry. I rly wish this was harem.
This should be harem!!!🥺 Remy and his Alpha men’s chemistry is palpable!!!
Uhh I’m getting swayed by Rex😭