Mindless Beasts

Hearing his deceptively inviting question Sly looked at Khaldun as if possessed.

In return, Khaldun’s face now looked at him as if he was quite serious.

The question reeked of entitlement, mischievous yet daring, very bold of the S-tier alpha.

Faint moonlight flickered through the small window illuminating the alpha’s face and naked physique.

Khaldun was breathtakingly beautiful, moonlight rippled over sculptured muscles, a well honed athletic machine without any flab.

His black hair lay flat, neatly combed back, it reminded Sly of a nest of crow feathers in contrast with his tanned golden skin that gleamed with health.

For a moment Sly forgot his location and circumstances as he eyeballed Khaldun dreamily.

Exhaustion couldn’t surpass an omega’s lustful gaze.

Despite spilling his seed more than once, his cock stiffened yet again as the S-tier heavy pheromones seemed to spiral out of control while waiting on Sly’s answer.

"You haven’t given me an answer and my control is fragile. Stop releasing those sweet pheromones."

Sly’s red rimmed eyes froze when Khaldun’s words sunk in, his pink lips parted in shock.

His chest felt like a volcano about to explode, a sudden fever due to the differentiation suddenly made the air in the cramped stall feel ten times hotter.

Sly struggled to breathe.

Breathing became more difficult it felt as if the air surrounding him was burning his lungs.

Khaldun had a strangled expression on his face.

"How long must I put up with you releasing a unique scent that drives me fucking crazy?"

Cough.

Cough.

Insulted, Sly stopped coughing and just stared at him.

Khaldun brought his face close to Sly’s, their nose could almost touch and yet it didn’t feel that intimidating.

Maybe because it was a handsome face despite those crazy eyes, that masculine scent of Khaldun’s brushed his nose.

Sly’s eyes went straight to those lips of his.

Perfection, without a crease or tear, or any dry skin.

Now he was filled with a wild need to taste those lips, to find out what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of those lips.

Sly wanted to know what it felt like to be desired and passionately kissed by those lips.

Inwardly he grunted, that a moment like this must mean nothing but a fleeting impulse to an S-tier alpha.

Sly never expected his life to turn out this way, having never been in a relationship or been pursued romantically by anyone in his life.

It seemed that more than Sly’s body was stirred up without him even realizing it.

The fact that he was actually contemplating this and leaning towards acceptance.

Burning up.

His length was extended and painfully throbbing while heat pooled between his legs once more.

A heavy feeling as it hung, pulling downwards until it hurt.

Everything about this situation screamed, red flag.

Pheromones. From now on his life would be controlled by pheromones.

Do you want me to fuck you?

Those were the words that seem to replay constantly in his mind.

Desperation filled the air, as Sly’s trembling body filled with need once more.

Involuntarily, he took a deep breath, his eyes tittering on the edge of excitement.

The pheromones that Sly couldn’t control kicked in and he coughed along with floral fragrance.

"Yes, I want it," responded Sly with urgency, "I want you in me now, fuck me good."

Obscene words never left out of his mouth loudly until today.

"Shit," muttered Sly. "I’m going crazy."

His whole body felt like it was on fire and boiling up into a heat filled disaster.

"Remember those words," said Khaldun sagely, his earlier contention about Sly deliberately releasing seductive pheromones instantly forgotten.

Victory shone in those glittering star crossed eyes that were overshadowed by a ravenous compelling desire to consume the omega before his eyes.

On his hands and knees Sly waited, his body tense as he braced for what was to come while his mind was clouded with both fear and anticipation.

Khaldun was getting closer.

The distance closed between them once more.

He thought Khaldun was going to force himself inside of Sly but instead he did the opposite and just hugged him.

The warmth of his embrace didn’t feel oppressive or make him feel frightened.

Instead he felt more confused.

Why did he let him sacrifice his pride if Khaldun had no intention of having sex with Sly?

He felt like Khaldun was toying with him mentally and had deceived him.

Something about Khaldun’s pheromones changed the moment Sly surrendered to him.

Just like the ocean, it brought about that salty feeling of being stuck on a boat, of a vast ocean but he didn’t feel alone.

Khaldun was there with him, a safe anchor to lean on, and now he could breathe properly again.

He clung tightly to Khaldun, sniffing his skin forcefully, moving closer to his body because he wanted more of his scent.

They were both naked and now Sly was vigorously rubbing his lower region against Khaldun.

Something was not right with Sly, and it had Khaldun worried, his heartbeat was erratic, his fever was sky high and he didn’t even realize he was bleeding out of the nose and eyes.

Khaldun did not want to make love to a corpse.

"Sly..."

Khaldun was trying to ease Sly off of him.

It was torture, the world was in chaos and the pain kept intensifying rivaling the heat.

What changed so abruptly between them, did Khaldun not want him anymore?

Sly couldn’t let Khaldun leave the cubicle, if he had to become the aggressor then so be it.

He wanted his needs to be met by the S-tier alpha, so he grabbed Khaldun’s shoulders, snaked his arms around his neck and pressed his own lips onto his closed pursed lips.

Why didn’t Khaldun use his pheromones like this all the time?

Sly started to get addicted.

Wanting more than Khaldun was prepared to give, continuously trying to keep Sly in a controlled embrace when he wanted to monopolize those S-tier pheromones.

Sly tried pursuing Khaldun’s lips again but he turned him away again, frustrating Sly.

Feeling cross, Sly returned to Khaldun’s lips and bit him in a show of rebellion.

The S-tier alpha snapped at the omega’s blatant disregard for his dominance.

Then everything changed.

Both of Khaldun’s eyes glowed the same bright red, his arm stretched out and grabbed Sly by the neck bringing him up close.

Then Khaldun’s jaw stretched towards him, something hard pressed against the side of his neck as if searching for something.

When Khaldun found it, his teeth pressed deeply into the gland at the back of Sly’s neck injecting more S-tier pheromones.

It was absolute possession, pinned down and unable to move, Sly was forced to listen to Khaldun’s heartbeat until he lost consciousness.

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