Back in New York, Chris finally remembered everything. Mark was a poor man too naive to be a dominant alpha and he technically pounced on him.
That night most of his friends were almost unconscious from alcohol and those who could still stand stood in charge of leading the others to their room.
“At least they held out until after midnight, that's an achievement.” Chris watched the pair of unconscious drunks as he spoke. “Make sure they don't choke on their own vomit.”
“Won't you go to your room?” asked Alec, one of Chris's friends and the one who had the best resistance to alcohol. “You're drunk, you should go back too. I am a beta but I can bet that you are letting pheromones come out without realizing it.”
“The only alphas here are of low stock. Before they dare to do something to me, I will have already kicked the shit out of them.”
Alec laughed.
“Don't take any risks anyway, we promised Eric that we would take care of you.”
Chris sighed as he remembered Eric. It still surprised him that instead of worrying as he always did, he had supported the idea of him going to Las Vegas with her friends.
“I'll be fine, I’ll just take some fresh air on the balcony and go to my room. Better make sure the boys are fine.”
“I will.”
Alec left with the rest of his friends. He laughed a little seeing how the not-so-drunk had almost dragged the so-drunk.
Fortunately, he was the only one on the balcony of the hotel bar. The view was exceptional, He could see the lights that made Las Vegas a unique place. The fresh air was a relief to his nose. Although the alphas in the bar were low-class, they were still alphas. they stank. And so he couldn't have fun with his friends in peace. Those alphas’ pheromones were pretty gross, but finally he could breathe easy at last.
He was drunk, but being a dominant omega had helped him not end up almost falling as drunk as some of his friends. But a drunk is a drunk, and his pheromones were difficult to control at the time.
He was grateful to have Eric by his side. He was a beta so it wasn't influenced by the omega pheromones every time they were together. Also, despite being an omega, He was the top. That gave him control over himself. He didn't hate being an omega, but he hated the idea of depending on an alpha.
His ground wire was Eric, he was happy with it, he didn't need an alpha.
He would never need an alpha…
A pleasant smell tickled his nose, it was sweet and relaxing. He couldn't calmly enjoy that smell because he soon realized that the smell came from an alpha.
Looking at him, the one who seemed most frightened was the alpha and not him.
He just came to smoke.
He looked askance at him, cautiously, preparing to fight if that alpha wanted to go overboard.
But he just apologized and started to leave. Only then did he realize that if the alpha left, that pleasant scent, which had relaxed his mind, would also go away. So inadvertently He had asked him for a cigarette. The alpha hesitated for a few seconds and approached almost as if he were walking a tightrope. What kind of alpha was that? He was sure he was a dominant alpha but when he saw his face he realized that he was doing everything possible not to bother him. Since when does a dominant alpha care about that?
He even told him not to take the cigarette that had already been in his mouth. He almost rolled his eyes at how silly that was and in a fit of curiosity he took just that one. He wanted to laugh when he saw that alpha’s soul almost leaving his body for doing that.
The alpha was leaving again, and again, against his own reasoning, stopped him. He didn't lie when he said he didn't have a lighter, but he knew that wasn't the reason he stopped him. The alpha offered him his lighter but he just put the cigarette in his mouth.
He didn't know if alcohol was making him see things, but that alpha blushed a little.
He lit his cigarette and again he wanted to go.
But he didn't want him to go away. He felt anxious every time those pheromones drifted away from his nose. So he invited him to smoke with him.
And there they were, together on the balcony, smoking in silence, while Chris tried to inhale those pheromones until they melted into his brain. His head as his body felt too good. In fact, he had never felt this good before. It was as if there was only him and the alpha by his side.
He looked at him a little. He looked older than him but he was handsome, very handsome with that brown hair and dark blue eyes that could blend in with the night. He was also tall, with a good body.
In the midst of his observation the alpha asked his name. He wanted to tease him a bit, but seeing that sad expression, his name came out of his mouth almost immediately.
And the alpha’s name was Mark. It was a simple name, but every time he repeated that name in his head it seemed like a magic word.
Mark, Mark, Mark...
He imagined whispering his name over and over. What face would he make? Would he blush?
He looked at him again. He looked at his chest and arms. How would it feel to be in his arms, against his chest? Ge bet he could smell his pheromones much better if he rubbed his face against his chest. He had big hands. How would his caresses feel? Would he be gentle? Would he be rude?
His lips... How would his lips feel? Where on his body would it feel better to feel those lips?
He was hot from everything he was thinking. He had just met that man but his mind was over-imagining. He felt a tickle in his anus and a slight wetness between his buttocks. His penis was gradually hardening.
It was a clear sign that he was going into heat. And all thanks to those soft pheromones of that silly and shy alpha next to him. The suppressors he had always taken decided not to work that night.
At the time, he couldn't think of anything else more than calm his heat and the tickling in his anus.
He didn’t remember that he was in Las Vegas to celebrate his bachelor party, that Eric was waiting for him in New York and that he would marry him next week.
He simply asked him to fuck. Mark refused.
“You're drunk, you better go back to your room.”
Chris expected that answer, but only further fueled his desire to fuck him.
“I don’t want to.” Chris brazenly touched and caressed Mark's crotch. “You're getting hard.”
“Your pheromones are very strong.”
“I know, do you like them?”
“I better go.”
“I'm going into heat, if you don't fuck me, another alpha will.”
Mark frowned at his words. Chris smiled at that reaction.
“Do you think I'm someone who has something from one night?”
“Of course not... that's why I want you to fuck me.” Chris took advantage of Mark being so shocked and hugged him over his shoulders. “I'm also not someone who has a one night stand and less with an alpha but I really want you to fuck me.”
Mark sighed heavily and Chris insisted:
“What happens in Las Vegas, they stay in Las Vegas. Didn't you hear that? After tonight we won't see each other again, what else can you lose? You are a dominant alpha and a dominant omega is almost begging you for your cock.”
Hearing those lewd words come out of Chris's mouth, Mark blushed again.
“Fuck,” Mark cursed when he realized he couldn't resist anymore. “Let's go to my room.”
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