Waking up later, Reid was still in the bed, his arm around my hips and legs tangled with mine, the scent of our mixed pheromones clouded my nose and honestly my brain. He smelled fantastic. The warmth across my skin and the way my pheromones were freely flowing all around was proof enough that the last dosage of suppressants had worn off at some point. 

Reid looked so peaceful asleep beside me. I was almost jealous he slept so well. I didn’t want to bother him, but I was wide awake now. Carefully, I extracted myself from his embrace and tiptoed out of the room. I needed some fresh air to clear my head. Still tiptoeing, I headed out to the balcony. The cool air was pleasant on my skin. Reid’s boxers hung loosely on my hips. If I shook them, I was sure they would fall to my ankles. It was still dark enough outside that I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing me out here.

The sunrise was slowly bringing more light, and the cool air was fading. The smell of coconut crept up my nose, and I turned. Reid was stretching out before he went to the kitchen. The bite on his shoulder made my stomach flutter. I marked him as mine. My pheromone crazy brain loved that. 

Heading back inside, I left the screen open.

“Close the door. I don’t pay to cool the outside, Samuel.”

“Huh?”

“I turned the AC on for you. Close the door.”

“Oh!” I hurried to close the door before joining him in the kitchen. The grey boxers he had on were snug on his hips and I wanted to touch him. He was making a cup of coffee, and I snorted. 

“What?” he muttered. 

“I can give you some coffee too, Reid.”

“I’m well aware,” he said, taking a deep breath and humming. “I don’t think there’s an inch of this place that won’t have the lingering scent of your rich pheromones.”

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

“We drenched my bedding in the scent of your pheromones. While I was getting out of bed, I moved the blankets and I could taste your pheromones. But that might also be because of how you’re dumping them around my condo. Heavily.”

“Sorry, I’ll take a dosage—--” I said, but he cut me off. “Samuel, did I say that I hated it?”

“No.”

“Then, don’t change it. I quite enjoy your scent. Like this, it’s rich. Real coffee doesn’t smell nearly as nice as you,” he hummed. He walked closer to me after setting his coffee down and pulled me by my forearm into his arms. He dipped his nose into my shoulder and took a deep breath, before his tongue grazed over the gland there, and I could taste my pheromones again.

He took his face out of my shoulder and slipped two fingers between my lips, and pressed them against my tongue, before he slipped them out of my mouth and licked his fingers. He was licking my pheromones off his fingers. 

“You could have just kissed me.” I muttered. 

“I didn’t think you would be happy with me sucking on your tongue this early.” Reid said, lowly his voice like velvet on my ears. 

“I would be alright with that.” I whispered. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, before he let me go and went to make breakfast. His smile was playful as he sauntered away. I rolled my eyes and smirked before following him deeper into the kitchen. Whatever the day had in store, I was ready for it. Sitting at the table, I watched him.

He cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl before heading back to the fridge to get some ground meat out. He was making rounds out of the meat and frying them. Laying my head on the table, I watched him until everything blended together, and I closed my eyes. I was up far too early.

“—-uel, Samuel? Are you getting up, or did you want me to take you back to bed?”

Opening my eyes, the kitchen was bright, and Reid was kneeling down beside me. His stupid face brought a soft smile to my face. I took a deep breath as I stretched. My stomach growled. The food he made smelled lovely.

“I take it you're hungry?” Reid said, standing up. He went and grabbed a plate off the counter and set it down in front of me. “Do you want juice or water—- forget it, I’m getting you water. You need to stay hydrated.”

He brought me a glass of water and grabbed his coffee and plate before he sat down across from me. Bringing the sandwich to my mouth, I took a bite and hummed. He was a skilled cook. It was honestly surprising to me he could cook so well. What couldn’t this man do?

“Is it alright?” he asked, and took a sip of his coffee. He hadn’t touched his food yet at all. He was watching me.

Swallowing the bite in my mouth. “Yes, it’s delicious. You’re a terrific cook. Keep feeding me like this. I might not leave.” I chuckled.

He chuckled, and took a bite of his food, and took pleased with it. I found that really amusing. I didn’t understand why he waited for me to eat before he started. But I figured it had to do with him wanting to make sure I would eat.

I finished my breakfast first and watched him eat. He took his time, and chewed slowly, even more so when he knew I was watching him. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my stomach as I observed him. Reid had this alluring quality about him that made it hard to look away. I wondered what he was thinking about as he savoured each bite of his food. Was he thinking about me? About us? I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something more between us, something that went beyond just physical attraction.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, Reid finished his meal and pushed his plate aside. His contented expression showed as he leaned back in his chair and looked at me. “What do we have planned for today?” he asked.

I shrugged. I wanted to be wrapped around him like a second skin, but we both knew that. He got up. I watched him move around the kitchen, his broad shoulders and toned arms flexing with each movement. I couldn’t resist the urge to get up and wrap my arms around him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He chuckled. “You’re ravenous, Samuel.”

“It’s because of my rut. I hate your kind less when your balls deep inside of me.” I hummed. “You particularly.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” he said, slowly unwrapping my arms from around him. Tipping my head slightly, I took a deep breath of his pheromones and sighed.

“Is your bite alright?” I asked.

“It’s slightly tender, but nothing uncomfortable.” Reid said and dropped my arms from around him. He turned before I could try to grab him again, and we were face to face now. “I didn’t expect you to bite me last night, Samuel.”

“Mm. I’d do it again.” I mumbled. I wanted to touch him again. I wanted to rub my body against his. My pheromones flooded my mouth, and I closed the area between us, pressing my lips against his. He denied me access to his mouth. I wanted to invade his mouth with my tongue. I wanted him to drink in my pheromones too.

“Digest your food first, Samuel,” he said when he pulled away from me and licked his lips.

“I want you.” I bitched.

“Good. You can have me later, after you’ve digested and had a nap. Keep it up.”

“You said after I digested.”

“That was before you took this tone with me, Samuel.” Reid said, crossing his arms, and I watched him wet his lips.

“I hate you. I hate you fucking dominant alphas! All I want is for you to fuck me!” I yelled, stomping down the hall to his bedroom and crawling into the bed. Bringing his pillow to my nose, the coconut smell relaxed my anger, but not my throbbing cock. It made that part throb worse than before.

I realized Reid was in the room now too, a few minutes later. Moving the pillow, I looked at him. He was in the door frame, his arms crossed.

“Are you done?”

Ignoring him, I rubbed myself on his pillow and blankets. I was being disrespectful, and honestly disgusting, but I was worked up and I wanted him. I wanted release. Not the fucking suppressants.

“Samuel, you're being bad.”

I was so close to ejaculating. Reid yanked his pillow away from me and pressed his knee on my lower back. I couldn’t move, and he ruined my orgasm. “My poor little recessive Alpha. That would have felt so good,” Reid said, lowly, his scent flooding the room. “Too bad. You were naughty.”

He set the pillow out of my reach, and his fingers trailed down my spine. Everywhere he touched burned with need. I felt him move, and he covered my body with his, his lips brushing the back of my ear. “If you want to come here, Samuel, I’ll be the one who causes it.” I shuddered under his touch, my body craving his dominance. “Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I turned my head to look at him. “I need you, Reid. I need you to take me.”

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “I know you do, Samuel. But you need to learn to behave first. You can’t just act out like this whenever you want something.”

I pouted, feeling like an impatient child, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. My rut was driving me crazy, and I needed release. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to sound contrite. “I just can’t help it.”

He leaned in closer again, his lips brushing against my ear. “I know you can’t. That’s why I’m here. To take care of you.”

His words excited me, and I kissed him. This time, he didn’t resist, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. Sucking on my tongue, my pheromone spilled into both of our mouths. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching up to meet his. He groaned in response, his hands roaming over my body, touching me everywhere.

Swiftly, he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. “Not yet, Samuel,” he said, his voice low and husky. “We have all day to play. But first, you need to rest.” He rolled off me, and I turned to watch him as he got up from the bed. “Where are you going?” I asked, feeling a sense of confusion rising in me.

He turned to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m just going to take care of a few things,” he said. I'll return shortly. And when I come back, we’ll play.”

With that, he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. The need was too intense. I reached for his pillow, inhaling his scent, and rubbed myself against it once more, hoping to find some relief. It was pointless. I needed him. My mind was filled with thoughts of him as I lay there, eventually falling asleep with my body still yearning for him.