I lost control.
It never occurred to me that something like that was possible.
I always keep my emotions steady and tamed. I am a man of science after all.
Tantrums or implosion of feelings are for the weak. For the ones pathetic enough to feast on.
Nonetheless, I was pinning Luther under me, hurting him, distancing him from me.
Which is the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen.
I've planned everything:
Their escape.
Lior's death by Killian's hands.
Lucrezia showing up.
Luther falling into my arms, ravished by his own carnal needs.
And yet, Luther was crying under me. And not the type of crying I envisioned.
All because he bit me.
He didn't even realize what he was starting to do.
Despite my secondary gender being transformed into alpha, some of my original omega traits remained.
One of them is mating.
I can be mated by a deep bite into the nape of my neck in a moment of arousal, linking all the control over my body and mind to the one that bit me.
Of course, it shouldn't be a problem since Luther is an omega as well, but-
His flower is wilting—a first sign of switching genders.
He's becoming an alpha.
I need to calm down.
Luther is already trying to get me off of him. I am losing my upper hand.
I sighed. Smiled.
I am so tired.
So let's make this moment relaxing.
It will grow his attachment to me. And it will calm me down a bit. Just enough to regain my composure.
I let my lips near his earlobe.
Because I injected my pheromones into his blood as exposure treatment for about a month, I had entire control over him.
And I could feel what he was.
As if the trembling of his body, irregular breathing and soft whimpers weren't oblivious enough.
"Be a good boy, hmm?", I breathe so softly into his ear.
He can deny his attraction as much as he wants.
His scent says otherwise.
The sweetness of the honey.
The woody notes are just enough to smell like a forest after rain.
And, to my surprise, the lime fragrance took over entirely.
Unmerciful.
Making my mouth watery.
I could let myself lose for a night.
Not only will it deepen our bond, but-
Wait.
That's it.
The way to stop Luther's transformation. The way I can keep control over him.
It was so easy all this time.
A bond. Mating.
Just with the difference of me being the one biting.
Oh, dear wife. Tonight I'm about to propose.
I let my mouth wander from his earlobe to his collarbone.
I must admit that I feel nervous.
It's my first time being intimate after all.
But I know Luther anatomically speaking from the inside out. I'm sure he'll enjoy it thoroughly.
He is already arching his back just from a bit of caressing.
I masked the tremble of my hands by rummaging on his torso. On his chest. On his abdomen.
Luther is biting his lip trying -unsuccessfully- to muffle his whimpers.
How did he say he likes being kissed?
Nibbling gently on his Adam's apple, then making my way with soft kisses on his throat, on the outline of his jaw just until I reach his lips.
How endearing.
He is cupping my face in a pathetic attempt to shove me away. His palms gathered all the weak force he had left, yet his fingertips clawed into my cheek.
His stubbornness is quite teasing. I'll play his game.
I increase the intensity of my pheromones, making him gasp loudly for air.
The perfect time for my tongue to slide in.
I conquer his mouth. Sucking, caressing, biting.
He started to punch me in the chest as more and more of his moans were lost in my throat.
The lime scent of his pheromones is making me thirstier and thirstier.
To the point of insatiable greed.
To the point of picking the room in the same corridor where I left Killian collapsed into his own spit and vomit doesn't seem like that good of an idea.
Not anymore.
Not when his scent is so intense.
But yet again, I don't mind him watching who really owns Luther. That he is exactly where he wants to be. Not needing someone to save him.
A man and his wife. Me and Luther.
My dear wife tried to bite off my tongue. Yet, all he was capable of was a helpless nibble.
Did nothing, but stimulated me further.
So this is how desire feels.
Addictive. Dangerous.
I should stop here. Before it gets too hard.
I break the kiss. Pull myself back.
Swiping Luther and putting him on top of me. Just to admire my work.
Because it was so beautiful.
Disheveled. With a crumble shirt opened up, dirty with dirt and blood from his escape. Panting rapidly. Supporting himself with his hands on my chest. Hair messy, teary-eyed, bloody lips.
A masterpiece.
I created it.
"You seem angry. Didn't want me to stop?", I tease him.
"F—k you."
"Is that you cursing or telling me what to do next?"
I slid my finger up, from the brim of his underwear to his chin.
Goosebumps. Shaky breath. Hands unsteady on me.
"Want to stop?", I asked him.
He turned his raging gaze to me. Is he angry that I started this or that I stopped it?
"Just get on with it already."
I pull him closer, making him fall on me.
Started to caress the back of his neck, almost absent-minded.
"No. You'll have to be good if you want more."
Clawed his neck, forcing him to look at me. Spiked my pheromones to the maximum.
I can feel him, all aroused- all for me.
How cute.
"Let's get you cleaned up and to sleep. Tomorrow we'll go home."
I kiss the tip of his nose as he is melting into an incoherent mess on me.
It wasn't long until he passed out.
Good.
It worked perfectly.
So why am I disappointed?
Hah, I must be losing my mind.
I hug him tightly. I am not ready to let go.
But nonetheless I am interrupted by my phone ringing.
Cassian Wilkers. Luther's father.
The picture that the crowd took of Luther trying to jump must have gone viral.
At least something is going as I planned.
Call denied.
Let him simmer tonight.
Tomorrow I'll have your head on a platter. With Luther watching.