Chapter 7

It was the dead of night when Alex woke up.

The moon cast a dim, pale glow beneath the curtains in the deep hours of the morning. He was thirsty. An impossible, clawing thirst snapped his eyes open. Skipping the gradual process of waking, his sleep vanished instantly. Something was wrong.

As his mind cleared, another sensation followed the thirst. His insides burned as if he had swallowed boiling water in a single gulp. His lower abdomen felt tight, and his blood boiled. Clammy sweat soaked his back.

Releasing a sound like a sick beast, he writhed on the bed. A ragged, wet breath tore from his throat as if he were vomiting. Groaning in agony, Alex finally pinpointed the most alarming anomaly in his body.

His lower half was rock hard.

Specifically, the area beneath his groin. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation. He had experienced wet dreams before, and he sometimes grew aroused when thinking about Nathan.

Yet, it wasn’t a vastly familiar sensation either. Unlike his alpha peers who constantly spouted dirty jokes and obsessed over omegas, Alex had little interest in sex. Training often left him too exhausted to even harbor such thoughts. Lacking natural talent, he would voluntarily go out to practice his footwork on his days off if the weather permitted.

He fumbled blindly, pushing the sheets away. Biting his lip until it bled, he looked down. Normally, thinking about something else would quickly calm him down, but today, his body showed absolutely no signs of cooperating. And that wasn’t the end of it. The longer he remained conscious, the more he felt his reason paralyzing. No, it wasn’t just a feeling, it was actually happening.

Lust surged like a raging inferno, driving him mad with desperation. Strange thoughts relentlessly invaded his mind. The pale ankles he had seen right before bed suddenly flashed before his eyes. He blinked, and the scene shifted. It was a sight he had never witnessed in reality.

A fictional version of Alex was grabbing Nathan’s pale ankles. In that vision, Nathan was completely naked. The smooth, pristine collarbones exposed after his shower were visible, and the unseen areas below were filled in by his imagination. A body far prettier than any omega’s effortlessly captivated his mind. It made him want to grab those legs, spread them wide, and do unspeakable things to him.

And the imaginary Alex surrendered to his desires. He immediately climbed on top of Nathan’s body and…

No.

He shook his head. Cold sweat poured down his face. He couldn’t claim he had never unwittingly harbored such thoughts before, but he had never imagined anything this deep. A fleeting fantasy of their lips touching was the absolute extent of it.

However, his flimsy suppression crumbled within seconds. His groin ached as if it were about to burst. His body felt like it was screaming at him to do something, anything, right this instant. He was like a man driven completely insane, enslaved by lust. If this had happened outside, he felt like he would have completely lost his mind, bursting into some random place like a deranged lunatic to grab his cock and furiously stroke himself.

He fumbled blindly, reaching down. Nausea rose in his throat, but alleviating this maddening sensation took priority. If he didn’t, he truly felt like he would break. The fact that he was in Nathan’s house didn’t matter in this singular moment. He lacked the mental capacity to care.

What the hell is happening?

Alex thought in a daze. He shoved his hand into his loose pants. The skin pressing against his palm felt scalding hot. Feverish breaths hissed through his parted lips. The erection filling his grip was swollen to the bursting point, just as he had felt. It was rock hard, its veins pulsing with fiery heat. A moan tore from his throat the second stimulation was applied.

“Haa… ha, hng.”

He bit his lip to stifle the sound. He couldn’t believe he was doing this in someone else’s house, in Nathan’s house, of all places. But there was no other way. Like a beast in heat, only one thought consumed him. He had to resolve this feeling, somehow, anyhow.

His hand began to pump faster and faster. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his skull. With flushed, bloodshot eyes, Alex thrust his hips upward. He jerked his waist back and forth obscenely, mimicking a specific motion, before regaining a sliver of sanity and trying to suppress it, over and over again. But as the pleasure began to creep stealthily up his lower body, the fragile thread holding him together finally snapped.

The fantasy he had desperately pushed away draped itself over the back of his eyelids. Unlike his calming scent, Nathan’s skin tasted sweet. As he carefully pressed his lips to the beautifully hollowed collarbone where water could pool, a moan escaped Nathan’s lips. The tone was deeper than the imagination forged somewhere in his memories. That disparity amplified the stimulation tenfold.

“Haa, hng, Nathan, ah, hng…”

His lungs burned. His body was on fire. His sweat-drenched hair rubbed frantically against the pillow. You’re so beautiful, Nathan. More than I ever thought. Is this what your wet skin tastes like? Does it feel good when I kiss you here, huh?

“Hoo, hng, ah, Na… than…!”

His ears rang, and his palm was scorching hot. He couldn’t perceive anything except the image of Nathan his delusion painted. Even though it was nothing more than a fantasy, Nathan was, truly,

“Ha, haah, ah…!”

—so lovely.

His mind went completely blank. His fingertips tingled with numbness before his entire body went rigid. A preposterous wave of pleasure crashed into him, tearing ragged gasps from his throat. It was so intense it made his skull vibrate. Panting as heavily as if he had just run dozens of laps around the pitch, Alex hoisted his upper body up. His palm was slick and wet. A sharp, fishy odor bloomed thickly from his groin. The inside of his nasal cavity stung, much like when he had a nosebleed.

The languor of climax drifted beneath his skin. However, his sexual desire didn’t subside. It was incredibly strange. Even if he occasionally masturbated, the urge should have faded immediately after climaxing, but this felt as if he were in heat…

“What are you doing?”

His thoughts snapped.

Alex froze.

His eyes flew open at the voice he absolutely should not be hearing right now, and he slowly turned his head.

Don’t tell me…

His calming heart rate spiked violently. The inside of his chest stung with painful intensity. His lips parted. Someone stood at the end of his agonizingly slow gaze. The very person he had been picturing while masturbating just seconds ago.

“Nathan…?”