The smell of sweet pheromones enveloped Wren Dumont's body. Someone in the apartment was in heat and their scent was deliciously and overwhelmingly enticing. He could sense a waft of innocence in it, too.
And it sure as hell wasn't Saliou's.
It was more potent and more irresistible, even compared to his lover's pheromones. It smelled terribly sweet. Something like honey, mixed with lavender and cinnamon. It registered way off his Richter scale, affecting him like no other.
Carnal desire told Wren to find out who was giving off such a powerful heat. Following the honeyed scent, his nose twitched, and he felt something strange throbbing down his nether region. Each step he took sent a tremor of pain. But it was a 'painful pleasure', if he had to give it a word.
Slowly he drew closer toward the bedroom, seeking the source, sniffing the air until his nose twitched again. He leaned his head against the door with one hand on the knob.
Fuck. This can't be. Run away, Wren Dumont. Run as far away as you can!
He inhaled deeply. The scent was dizzying, nearly impossible to resist. The pheromones rode the air currents and it was fast subduing his will, making him want to do things he didn't want to do.
Before he knew it, his hand had already turned the knob and pushed the door wide open. The scent came even stronger, blasting him full as he found himself drawing closer to the source.
Holding his breath didn't help at all. Neither does clenching his fists and biting the inside of his cheek. He could feel his face flush, his body burning up with a strange, feral desire he had not felt before.
And the closer he got to the source, the more it brought him to the edge of mindless aggression.
Wren wanted to stop. He wanted to turn around and walk away. But his feet had a mind of their own, dragging his torso on as if some frightening force was pushing him from behind.
This must be it. An Alpha's rut.
And the one that had triggered it now lay before Wren, writhing in bed, panting and moaning in torturous lust.
Wren gritted his teeth, forcing the other's name out in a low hiss.
"Milou..."
Milou laid there panting in bed, naked from the waist down. He laid on his stomach with his bare buttocks up to greet Wren's face. From where the Alpha stood, he could see that his thighs and his back end were completely drenched with his own slick. The lascivious sight before him inflamed Wren's lust even more.
This wasn't like any heat he had ever smelled before. Saliou's wasn't such a big deal. As far as Wren knew, he was always on the pill, even before the onset of his estrus cycle. He'd always been careful around Wren.
An Omega's heat was just supposed to give him a nice buzz. It shouldn't cause him to become some rabid beast.
This though. Milou was practically reeking of it. So besides the erratic estrus cycles, are recessive Omegas supposed to be emitting such powerful pheromones that could drive someone mad?
"Wren... Wren, is that... is that you?" Milou's voice was hoarse and feverish. He turned his head to Wren, who was now just a few steps away from him. His face was flushed with lust and desire – his deep-set eyes bloodshot from crying.
Wren's hearing became muffled and his vision blurred. He dropped to his knees as he raised his hands to cover his face. "Milou... You're in heat. W-Where's your medicine? The suppressants... where are they, Milou?"
The Omega slowly rolled onto his back, revealing his erect member, damp with his own essence mixed with slick. "Saliou... was supposed to pick it up today... from Mom," whimpered Milou. "I wasn't expecting... I didn't think it would come so soon. Wren, help me...! I can't take it anymore...!" Milou's body shuddered with equal parts of fear and yearning. His hips jerked backward of their own accord, as if pushing up to present his soft and wet opening to the Alpha scenting him.
A torrent of heat rose up in Wren's deepest core, spreading through his body like hot lava. His insides clenched as he fought his way closer toward Milou. He could practically taste his pheromones in the air. And perhaps he also had the same effect on the Omega.
This time, Milou's moans were longer, needier. It was as if he was ready to mate.
Sanity was slowly slipping away from Wren's mind. "W-We need to call your doctor. Give me their number, Milou... We need to call them right now." But he was already sitting on the edge of the bed as he said it. A mere few inches separated him from an Omega in heat – one who seemed completely unaware of the effect he's having on the other.
Milou was shaking at this point, arm stretched out to Wren, beckoning him to come closer. His Omega instincts relished in the Alpha's attention, making him release more of his pheromones.
"There's no time," Milou cried out as he once again flipped onto his knees and, ass high, pleaded for the Alpha to fill him. "Mate with me," he demanded. He ached for Wren. He craved him. And if they don't do it, he would shatter. The need was so much stronger than his conscience now. He wanted the Alpha's cock inside him, he wanted his teeth on his neck.
This made the panicked voice in Wren's head die to a mere whisper; the urge to claim Milou overriding his frazzled mind. Everything about Milou was calling out to him. As an Alpha, his primal impulse was demanding him to bury himself deep into this helpless Omega and fill him up.
Wren thought he was stronger than this. He hated this lack of control over his own body. He dreaded it worse than the person who's tempting him now.
As it turned out, he was no different from other Alphas. He was quick to give in to his impulses when a tempting opportunity presented itself to him.
How does this even make Alphas the strongest kind of all?
Wren was mad with desire. All he wanted was to take Milou quickly and as thoroughly as possible.
Milou couldn't help it, either. This was the first time he came across an Alpha in rut. And it was Wren Dumont, of all people. He didn't know whether to be happy or remorseful.
The Alpha's scent was so powerful, it's driving him insane. He smelled strongly of pine and sandalwood, and a sort of male musk that told him Wren was just as desperate to mate.
"Fuck me, Wren," he said pleadingly. "Let me be yours. All yours."
"Yes." Wren couldn't think of anything else to say. Just yes. Yes to this. Yes to the unbonded Omega who was dying to be claimed.
Finally, the unquenchable lust had completely conquered his lingering sanity.
Wren growled as he moved on top of Milou in one fluid motion. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down below his knees. He gave Milou all the room he needed to reach down and yank off his boxers. And then, Milou pushed his hands between his legs and reached for his cock.
He was hard as steel. Pulsating with need. Massive. But Milou's fear of the Alpha's brutal size was lost to the haze of his own hormonal bliss. Still gripping tightly, he guided Wren to where he needed him the most.
But Wren wasn't ready to enter him just yet.
A warm and slender finger went over Milou's back while Wren's shaft stayed between his wet cheeks. There was no sort of verbal communication, just that hungry, sugary scent of their arousal wafting through the air.
Milou figured that it was the smell of an Alpha's readiness. It was Wren's aroma, perfectly mixed with his own.
But just when Milou thought he was ready for the onslaught, Wren spread his legs further apart and licked his opening; soft, pinkish and all soaked up with slick, empty and hungry for the Alpha.
Milou's hands gripped the sheets as a loud moan escaped his lips. He nearly passed out. It felt so good. He ground his ass as Wren's tongue lapped at his entrance. He keened pitifully and rolled his hips the small bit of his restraints allowed.
He wanted Wren inside him. He didn't care whether or not the other had noticed how his breath and touch were bringing him closer to the edge. But before he could come, Wren's tongue glided against his wet entrance. He knelt and towered over Milou as his powerful hands grabbed a hold of his perfectly round and firm ass.
"My Alpha," Milou moaned, wanting with everything he was that Wren would mount him and finally end his agony.
Before he could even utter another word, Wren whipped the necktie around his collar and tied it around Milou's eyes, tying it as tightly as he could.
The Omega gasped in surprise, tilting his head to the side. "W-Wren...?"
He felt a strange thrill as his world was suddenly enveloped in darkness. It excited him even more.
And then, he felt the warm and thick head of Wren's cock pressing against his opening. With a low growl and a brutal shove, the Alpha breached his entrance, the wet sound as it swallowed Wren drowning out his whimpering.
His slick was thick and heavy now, coating Wren and allowing him to enter with only a fleeting pain. Soon enough it turned into unspeakable pleasure. Milou had to clench his teeth to avoid moaning out even louder. He was seeing stars. The Alpha filled him until he felt like he might split in two.
Wren plunged even further, setting his full length deep inside Milou's moist heat with a slow yet vicious rutting thrust, penetrating him to the very core.
A wisp of sharp and painful bliss jolted through Wren like electric current. He allowed himself a moment to relish in the pleasure of Milou tightly wrapped around him, welcoming every single inch of him as he pushed snugly up against his trembling body.
Sensations, thoughts, and memories flashed through Wren's clouded mind; a small part of him desperate to remember something. Someone. But the crazed, feral beast in him was pushing it all away, until there was nothing else but the warmth of this Omega underneath him, clenching tightly against his shaft where they were connected.
He so easily allowed his instincts to swallow him whole until there was nothing but the mindless Alpha who was desperate for release.
"... so good inside you... Feels so good inside you..."
Hearing those words from Wren's lips made it hard for Milou not to come right that instant. When Wren was finally planted fully, he paused, trailing fiery kisses along the Omega's shoulder, giving them both time to adjust. And then, he buried his face in Milou's neck, his scent surrounding the other.
For Milou, it was intoxicating. For a moment he lay absolutely still, his breathing raspy and shallow.
Milou felt Wren's lips slowly trailing up. He could feel his irregular breathing against his ear, his hot breath scalding his skin.
"Saliou..." the Alpha whispered into his ear, his voice husky and needy. "I love you. I love you so much. Please be mine."
Milou's breath suddenly caught in his throat. The whirlwind of pleasure buffeting inside him had come to a standstill. Wren was whispering something to him, over and over. Sweet words only he could hear. Words he thought were exclusively for him.
Yet who was he fooling? Yes, he was the one being held by Wren. Yes, he was the one being claimed. But despite the pleasurable delirium eating away at him, Wren's heart was still crying out someone else's name.
His words were for Saliou. His love was for Saliou. What a cruel punishment it was!
Milou let out a yelp as Wren suddenly flipped him over, pushed his knees down on his chest, and entered him again. He was pounding him in savage thrusts.
He wanted to see Wren's face. But each time he tried to remove the blindfold, Wren would yank his hand away. Instead, he settled with sliding his arms around the Alpha's neck as he welcomed his rough, relentless thrusts.
While he couldn't see what to expect, the blindfold allowed Milou to focus his attention on the smell, sound, and physical contact, building up his excitement and anticipation.
Yet underneath the blindfold were unseen tears. Tears of pain and regret. Tears of guilt. He was beginning to understand the reason Wren had covered his eyes.
He didn't want to see his own guilt staring right back at him.
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