Warning: Contains Explicit Content [18+].
Zayden sat at his desk, the scent of his pheromones slipping into the room, beyond his control, clinging to his clothes.
The sun was receding behind the curtains as memories began to flood his mind.
Ren’s soft silver hair brushed against his arm. Just remembering its silky smoothness made an almost feral sound escape his throat.
"What’s wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse, barely audible, but the question still hung in the air.
Just then, another image flashed in his mind—his bright and dazzling smile—making Zayden curious about the softness of Ren’s lips, as if by magic he could see every detail with crystal clear precision. His chest began to tighten as his breath grew shallow, while his temperature rose.
"Fuck!" he cursed. "Why can’t this feeling just stop?... He has a mate!" He tried to reason with himself, but no answer came to his question. No relief was given to him as more thoughts gushed into his mind, each sharper than the last. Before he knew it, questions began spiraling in his mind.
I wonder how he feels up close...
Was the scent at the base of his neck the same as the rest of him? Did he know what he does to me every time he turns my way?
With each passing thought, the pain and desire only grew. He never wanted to admit it to anyone, much less himself. But he wanted to pin Ren down at this very moment. To hear his erratic breaths filled with ecstasy and yearning for more of what only he could give him. To watch him begging for more.
At this point, his yearning had steered too far. The bulge in his pants and the ache in his chest turned unbearable.
"Just for a few minutes... I can leave in a bit..." he whispered to himself, his deep voice pressed under his heavy breath.
He unbuckled his belt, slowly sliding down his pants just enough to unsheath his throbbing cock. Its girth, wider than three of his meaty fingers, now that it was no longer calm.
Another image flashed in his mind, but unlike the others, this wasn’t a memory. This was the orchestrated play of his carnal desires.
Ren stood before him, his shirt hardly hiding his seductive frame as he beckoned Zayden forward. The look in his eyes wasn’t disdain for the thoughts he was having, but an invitation to delve deeper, to experience more of him—and Zayden was too weak to refuse.
Wrapping his hand around the base, his eyes rolled backward, imagining that it wasn’t his but Ren’s.
The man in his fantasy had a soft voice as he whispered words of praise and excitement about the deed they were about to commit.
Slowly, Zayden began to stroke the long shaft, a soft, deep, low moan escaping his lips as the pain began to feel different. He wasn’t sure yet what it was, but this felt different from anything he had ever felt before.
No amount of training or expeditions won could come near the feeling and thoughts that encapsulated him at this very moment.
Not even the nights he spent with omegas.
Not even during his past ruts.
Perhaps it was because this time, he was conscious enough to control these thoughts the way he wanted.
The further he progressed, the more he heard Ren’s voice—begging him to go deeper, to ram inside him, to have his way with him. The thoughts slowly became more vivid and lucid. It was as if Ren was literally there. As if all this were happening in reality.
"Ren... Hah... S-So good..." His breath caught in his throat, his heart racing as his hand kept running down his length. Faster. Harder.
Just then, a knock came on the door, snapping him out of his trance and leaving him rooted to the spot in shock. He hadn’t even heard when the person said they were coming in.
The door slowly opened. Zayden tried his utmost to cover his still-throbbing manhood behind the books stacked on his desk, both of his hands covering his cock.
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Why did it have to be Ren of all people?
His gaze stayed on the pile of documents before he faintly said, "What?"
Ren tilted his head. That was not the way Zayden usually spoke. However, he inhaled. He needed to speak to him about Hianshu’s arrival in Revhara. And why did he decide to bring his son with him? If he was needed, as the Imperial General, he was free to go.
But to drag a child...
"I need to talk to you about—" He paused. He hadn’t noticed it, but the room was filled with the scent of burning incense—musky, woody.
Aren’t these his... pheromones?
He had faintly smelled it before. However, it was never this strong.
Zayden’s manhood throbbed at hearing his voice.
Before Ren could speak, the General growled, more in embarrassment than anger, "Did I permit you to enter?! Get out!"
"W-What?" Startled, Ren hesitantly said, frowning.
The servant shut his eyes tight, flinching for once.
Zayden didn’t look his way, although he felt Ren’s shadow move, slowly disappearing after the clack of the door.
He exhaled deeply, slamming his face on the papers.
"W-What the fuck?..." His cheeks burned as if he had been cast into a burst of flames. The worst part—his cock was still hard.
Having no other choice, Zayden bent over, pushing his manhood back into his pants and zipping them up. He straightened his clothes in a hurry, trying to wash away Ren’s lingering scent, though it clung stubbornly to him. Even after splashing his face with water, the heat inside him refused to die down.
By the time he left the room, his composure was a fragile mask. Each step felt heavy, as though Ren’s shadow was still at his back.
Just as he turned the corner, he collided with someone. A familiar scent—sharp, clean—cut through the haze.
"My Lord!" Helaine quickly stepped back, bowing low.
Zayden’s jaw tightened. "What is it?" His voice came out rougher than intended.
"Sir, we need to depart immediately. Hianshu is coming. The gate at the border must be opened."
He froze for a moment, then let out a low groan.
"Tch. That slipped my mind."