“Then, Mr Elian, where do we go?”
A hint of excitement flashed through my eyes.
A wink at the connoisseur, and a card was thrown over.
I flashed the card before Sébastien.
“The bar has private rooms.
This one is mine.”
Sébastien glanced at the card.
He was silent.
His expression remained the same, making it difficult to understand what his emotions were.
But what did that matter?
He already agreed, and the next thing should be to enter a room, right?
I pressed the card in his hand and turned around to leave.
He followed.
His pheromone covered up the smoke and other alcohol scent in the room.
For a moment, it felt like I had escaped the bar.
“Leaving already?”
Noah asked.
I was taken aback.
“Thought you had too much work?”
Noah shrugged.
“I came for you.”
“Well, now I have a partner.
You can play by yourself.” I tapped his shoulder, dropped the cup of wine on the table, and handed him my car key.
Noah made a wronged face.
I rolled my eyes and led Sébastien away.
Walking down the empty corridor, Sébastien maintained a bit of distance from me.
My brows creased slightly.
Could he be boring?
Wasn’t he supposed to have grabbed me from the elevator?
My heart sank.
If he was really boring, wouldn’t all my effort be in vain then?
What was the usefulness of a good look without the fun of it?
I pressed my lips into a thin line and opened the door, leading him in.
Sébastien still kept quiet.
He removed his tie, throwing it on a sofa.
“Wanna go first?”
I raised a brow.
“Where?”
He gestured to the bathroom.
Oh.
“You should go first.” I conceded.
He didn’t argue.
He removed his suit jacket, then the shirt.
My eyes widened at the figure underneath the shirt.
Heck.
I’d always known he was a fine specimen.
A rare alpha that perfectly fits my standard, but the narrower waist, the firmer abs, and those pecs…
My fingers involuntarily flexed.
I really wanted to run my fingers through the line.
I held back.
It wouldn’t be good if I scared him off.
But damn it!
My heat was rising.
I stood up from the bed and threw my jacket to the side, leaving the white singlet.
“I’ll use the bathroom first.” I hurried away.
Any longer in the room, and I might have pounced on him and rid him of the remaining materials on him.
That would be terrible.
No.
I couldn’t show impatience.
Fuck it.
When had I ever been so patient with anyone???
But…
this was Sébastien—an older alpha.
He probably liked them more elegantly, right?
I stood under the cold shower, letting the water run down my naked body while I tried to take my mind off the body I just saw.
The water wasn’t cold enough.
The heat only continued to rise.
I pressed a hand on my chest.
Could it be my heat?
I laughed at the thought.
With my incomplete gland, heat was nothing but a pipe dream…
Someone like me would never experience heat the way other omegas did.
Then, it must be the pheromone…
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My eyes parted.
A pair of hands wrapped around my waist.
Hot kisses pressed on my neck.
My breath hitched.
Sébastien’s hot breath hit my skin, burning through me despite the cold water drenching us.
I tilted my head, accepting all the moves.
“I thought you would wait for me in the room,” I murmured, resting partially on him.
My eyes lit up when I realized he seemed to be wearing nothing.
“I couldn’t wait,” Sébastien whispered in my ear.
The dark, extremely deep, and magnetic voice was like a fierce pull, heartlessly leaving me limp all over.
Sébastien’s pheromone hit the air.
Smooth as always.
Even more refined in the cold shower.
His fingers traced along the line of my waist, moving downward until he caught my heat.
My body tensed.
“Elian,” He called my name.
My eyes, half-opened, trembled slightly.
“Hm,”
“Call my name.” He ordered.
“Uh?”
He moved his hand roughly.
A moan tore through my throat.
My heat bulged.
Behind me, something strong, hot, and hard pressed against me.
“Sébastien.” I almost screamed.
His movement.
His touch.
His voice.
Then, his pheromone.
They all seemed to be driving me toward the verge of madness.
I liked it.
Heck, I fucking loved it.
My body ground against him, seeking him, nudging him.
Sébastien’s fingers tightened around my heat, stopping the first release.
He flipped me over.
Our eyes met.
His cold grey eyes stared deeply into mine.
A red hue showed at the rims of his eyes.
My eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“Let go…” I wanted to plead.
Damn.
Who said Sébastien was old and liked it elegant?
He was obviously playing it rough!
He laughed.
Raw.
Dangerous.
His lips pressed against my neck, sucking.
“I’m so hard, Elian…”
A low curse escaped my throat.
“Then, go the fuck in.”
Sébastien’s face darkened slightly.
His eyes filled with amusement, and he slowly released my heat.
I let out a loud groan as my first release finally got an exit.
My eyes closed tightly.
My fingers stayed on his chest while his hand remained on my waist, holding me for my dear life.
My chest heaved with each breath.
Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground.
The splattering of water stopped.
Opening my eyes, I saw him walking toward the bathtub.
My lips curled.
Sébastien placed me in the bathtub.
He took his space behind me.
His heat pressed against my back.
The warm water boiled against my skin.
Instinctively, I sought him, lifted my butt, and sat on him.
Damn!
It was bigger than I thought.
I stretched tight.
Biting down on my lips, I tried to hold down a scream.
When he finally got in…
His low guttural sound accompanied my loud moans.
Filled.
100% filled.
I’d never felt so filled in my life.
“Fuck, Elian.
You’re so tight.”
My body trembled.
The dream…
It was the same.
Sébastien was as wild as I imagined.
No, he was wilder.
This kind of fun alpha- why had I not met him earlier?
“Ugh…” I groaned as his teeth brushed against my gland.
My body tensed up.
Sébastien sucked on it.
His breath was like lava, ruthlessly burning the tender gland, yet it was like poison…
my body sought more…
“Move for me, Elian.”
“Call my name.”
“Huh?
What do you want?”
“Right there?”
Sébastien washed me in his pheromone.
His thick length stretched me all night.
Glancing at my body, which was filled all over with his marks, my lips curved with satisfaction.
I dragged my body down the bed, and with my hands on my aching waist, I searched through my clothes to see if they could still be worn.
Fortunately, they weren’t too wrinkled in the fun.
I put them on and casually brushed my hair to the back.
My movement was minimal.
Everything was done with carefulness.
Sébastien was sleeping, and the last thing I wanted was to disturb his sleep.
He looked so peaceful while sleeping.
His sharp features softened slightly, and with his cold grey eyes closed, he looked more real.
A smile involuntarily formed on my face.
“Thanks, Sébastien.
For being my most enjoyable partner to date.”
It wouldn’t last for long, though.
With my eyes open, I would find more interesting alphas from now on.
In no time, I bet there would be more nights like last night or even better ones.
I chuckled lightly.
Picking up my phone, I strode out of the room and gently closed the door behind me.
It was morning.
The day was bright.
The breeze was cool.
I deleted the recently saved contact on my phone, putting an end to this brief encounter that was meant to expire sooner or later.
My phone was clear again.
Time to finally find a new boyfriend.
I laughed happily.
I boarded a cab back home.
After a bath, I slumped in bed and resumed sleeping.
My body ached terribly.
“You’re done again?”
My father’s annoyed voice snapped me out of my daze.
Raising my head, I saw him glaring at the scarcely touched meal before me.
My lips pursed.
“I’m not hungry.”
His eyes clouded over with anger.
“You’ve been starving yourself for two days already.
Are you looking to die?”
He gestured to one of his assistants standing at the side.
“Get me my car keys.
I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Hospital?”
My face paled.
“It’s okay, Dad.
I guess I drank too much in the bar a few days ago.
My stomach doesn’t feel right.”
He slammed his spoon on the table.
“And you still won’t visit the hospital?”
“I won’t,” I replied, feeling annoyed.
What was so good about the hospital?
Why was he making so much fuss over lost appetite?
It wasn’t as if I wasn’t eating at all.
I rubbed my stomach gently.
It should be the wine.