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Sarang smacked his swollen lips, cheeks flushed as he leaned closer, his arms pressing against his bare chest, pushing it together to plump his small chest. His fingers wandered over the dark, muscular chest, the coarse curls brushing against his delicate touch. Trailing lower, his hand wrapped around the hard, leaking cock that pulsed in his grasp. He stroked it softly, his gaze half-lidded with desire before leaning up to claim Lucian’s lips in a searing kiss. Breaking apart, Sarang whispered against Lucian’s ear, his voice breathy and teasing.

“I love you.”

Lucian’s eyes snapped open, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. A strange sensation—hot, wet, and maddeningly pleasurable—wrapped around him. Blinking through the haze, he lifted the sheet to find Sarang’s lips stretched around a throbbing cock–his cock. The omega’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder.

“S-Sarang…” Lucian stammered, his voice breaking as Sarang’s tongue traced the tip of his length, pushing him closer to the edge. “Stop…”

Lucian ran his fingers through Sarang’s hair and gently pulled. His hazy eyes lifted to Lucian with a smile. His gaze—dilated, violet, and shimmering with a feverish hunger—left Lucian trembling.

The room, his body, everything, was doused with the pheromone of an omega in heat. Pheromone that triggered Lucian’s rut. It had been so long, he had forgotten this feeling–the heated skin, his flaring pheromones, the drowning rationality, and the burning instinct to impregnant an omega.

The scent of an omega’s heat filled the room, intoxicating and unrelenting as it entwined with Lucian’s own pheromones, triggering his rut. It had been years since he’d felt this way–skin aflame, breath uneven, flaring pheromones, and the unbearable need to breed—it all came rushing back with overwhelming intensity.

The thought of Sarang’s belly round and swollen with his child, sent Lucian over the edge. His cock pulsed and he came hard into Sarang’s eager mouth. Sarang swallowed as much as he could, his cheeks puffing as he pulled back with a lewd pop. He chuckled, his flushed face and chest, painted with Lucian’s cum.

“Fuck!” Lucian hissed, his cock twitching at the sight. He was semi-hard even though he had just come. Sarang crawled closer, kissing, and tracing his tongue over the scars on his abdomen. He trailed his lips from Lucian’s hard cock to his earlobes, rubbing his small cock against the bulb at the base of the alpha’s cock.

He whimpered, craving the alpha’s knot in his leaking hole that clenched in impatience and soaked his thighs. His hands slid around Lucian’s neck as he pulled him into another searing kiss, parting his lips greedily to taste his alpha’s pheromones—rich, dark coffee with a sweet note of honey.

Lucian’s hands gripped the hem of Sarang’s light nightshirt, ripping it in one swift motion as he devoured his mouth. He urged Sarang closer to him, lips never breaking as he pinned him beneath. His teeth grazed the soft collar on the omega’s neck.

A primal urge to mark him, to claim him roared in his chest as his dripping cock rutted against the rim of Sarang’s round ass. He bit his flushed skin, sucking on the marks as his cock rested against the tight, slicked entrance that quivered under his touch.

Sarang shuddered when Lucian’s tip breeched him, his back arched, breath hitched, and thighs trembled while desperately clenching the sheets. Sarang whimpered, his walls stretching painfully around the thick intrusion. Lucian froze, his brow furrowing as he sensed his omega’s discomfort. Despite slobbering his cock with his love juice, Sarang’s hole was unprepared and virgin. Gently, he withdrew and leaned down, taking Sarang’s dripping cock into his mouth while his fingers scissoring his entrance impatiently.

“Ah—!” Sarang cried out, his body convulsing as Lucian’s fingers brushed against his prostate. The omega came hard, staining Lucian’s lips and chin with cum as he slumped against the sheets, breathless. He whined as Lucian retracted his fingers. He relaxed, dousing in Lucian’s pheromone as the alpha pressed his tip against his unsated hole.

Sarang gasped at the sudden thrust. Lucian buried his cock inside the omega.

Their intimate sounds echoed through the room as Lucian rammed his ass, stretching him to his limit. Sarang shuddered each time Lucian slammed his prostrate, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his trembling body as he clutched Lucian’s shoulders, nails digging into the alpha’s skin. Sarang’s thighs quaked, his brain overwhelmed with the intense sensation his eyes rolled as he came–hard and thick on his belly.

Slowing his thrust, Lucian groaned, his knot swelling as he buried himself deep. He came. Sarang clenched around him, milking him for every drop as he bit down on Sarang’s shoulder, marking the soft skin with possessive marks.

As their pheromones settled, mingling in the aftermath of their union, Lucian’s knot deflated. He began to pull out, but Sarang whimpered, his small hands gripping at Lucian’s arms.

“More,” he pleaded, his voice soft and broken as he bit Lucian’s shoulder. “I want you.”

Lucian growled low in his throat, more than eager to oblige.

It was afternoon when Sarang mewled and snuggled the firm object on his bed. Instinctively, he squeezed and burrowed his face closer. It was big and warm. He peered his eyes slowly.

It was an arm wrapped around him that wasn’t his. He glanced back and stared, wide eyed. Lucian was asleep, naked. Sarang faced forward and sat in silence.

The sun was high in the sky when Sarang stirred. He nuzzled into the firm, warm object beside him, his arms instinctively wrapping around it. Blinking groggily, his eyes widened in shock.

It wasn’t a pillow—it was Lucian.

Lucian was asleep and naked beside him, littered in hickeys and bitemarks. The alpha’s arm draped over him possessively, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

There was no way he and master had slept–his face burned as a faint memory of passionately kissing his master glimpsed in his head.

Carefully, he slipped out of bed and looked down at the sticky, warm fluid trickling down his legs.

This was? This was? Sarang’s body flushed in shame. He covered his body and found his clothes littered on the ground. Last night, he had come into Lucian’s room, delirious, aroused, and seduced him. His legs trembled as he dressed hastily, his flushed skin betraying the shame and confusion swirling within him. He snuck back to his room in the omega wing, bolting the door behind him and slumping against it.

Sarang collapsed onto the floor and hugged himself as he realized the sticky warmth on his thighs and soreness between his legs and lower back weren’t figments of his imagination... it was real.

Sarang was thankful the servants were mostly betas. The scent of Lucian’s pheromone, coffee with a note of honey, stuck to his hair and skin like beeswax. If any alpha or omega passed, they would notice their blended heat pheromones wafting through the hall. If he didn’t rid the smell, rumours could travel; rumours that would surely reach Nathan’s ears.

“Nathan.” Sarang murmured.

Tears pricked at his eyes as guilt gnawed at his chest. He had committed a mistake. His mind raced with thoughts of Nathan—his disapproval of his fondness with his father, accusations of desiring him—and the betrayal that now felt unavoidable.

He imagined the loving gaze of both father and son turning to scorn, fury, and disappointment. He sobbed softly. How could he face them? How could he look either of them in the eye after what had transpired?

A knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts, his heart leaping into his throat. He froze, holding his breath as Lucian’s voice came from the other side.

“Sarang, open the door.” Lucian called softly, his tone unusually mellow. “Please.”

Sarang clenched his trembling fists and casted his head down. The restlessness pushed his heart to his stomach. With trembling hands, he reached for the locks. Each clicking made him clumsier and afraid.

Sarang clenched his trembling fists, casting his head down as restlessness churned in his chest. The dread clawing at his heart sank into his stomach, and his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. With shaky hands, he reached for the locks, each soft click felt heavier.

What if Lucian looked at him with disgust? What if the man who had adored and protected him all this time now cast him out? The thought tightened Sarang’s throat. If Lucian threw him out… he had nowhere to go. Lucian had every right to. He still loved his late wife—everyone knew that. And servants who had dared overstep their bounds with him in the past had been dismissed, if not worse.

The last lock clicked open, and Sarang slowly pushed the door ajar. He kept his gaze fixed on Lucian’s feet, unable to meet the man’s eyes.

“Sarang,” Lucian said softly, and the omega squeezed his own wrist, as if to ground himself.

Lucian stepped inside and locked the wooden door behind him. He swept over Sarang’s form, noting how the omega stood, trying to make himself appear smaller than he already was. At barely five feet two, Sarang was already small. The omega’s scent—thick with his own pheromone—still clung to the air, stoking Lucian’s alpha instincts.

“Is your body… okay?” Lucian asked, his voice gentler. “I gather last night was your first. Should I summon a doctor if you’re in any pain?”

Sarang glanced up with uncertainty as he stammered, “N-n-no. A-are you…” He paused to exhale shakily. “Are you not furious with me?”

Lucian frowned slightly, his gaze steady. “No. Why?”

“I seduced you… and engaged in a night of lustful intimacy with you,” Sarang whispered, his voice breaking on the last words.

“You did nothing wrong,” Lucian said firmly.

Sarang bit his lip, his fingers nervously fiddling with each other. “Will you be sending me away?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

“No,” Lucian replied without hesitation.

Sarang’s shoulders slumped, and a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding escaped. Relief washed over him, soothing his trembling limbs, but it was soon followed by confusion. “Why?”

Lucian didn’t answer right away. His expression shifted—briefly vulnerable, shadowed by something unspoken. Disappointment? Sadness? Pain? Sarang couldn’t tell, and the fleeting glimpse was quickly replaced with the stoic mask Lucian always wore.

“Do you not feel anything?” Lucian finally asked, his voice low and measured.

“Feel… what?” Sarang asked hesitantly, his curiosity burning despite his lingering fear.

“Do you remember last night?”

“It’s… a blur,” Sarang admitted, his cheeks flushing with shame.

Lucian exhaled heavily, turning toward the door. But before he could leave, Sarang reached out, grabbing his wrist with both hands.

“Master, I know I’m in no position to ask for anything, but…” Sarang’s voice cracked as he pleaded, “Please, keep last night between us.”

Lucian paused, his gaze dropping to their joined hands. “Is there anything else?”

Sarang flushed and released his grip reluctantly. “My pheromones… on you,” he mumbled, his voice small.

“I’ll deal with it,” Lucian said simply. “Sebastian will prepare medicine for five days. Do not miss a single dose, under any circumstances.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarang whispered.

Lucian turned and left the room. The soft click of the door echoed in the silence, leaving Sarang alone with his thoughts—and the lingering scent of their shared night.