chapter 7

Rhonin exhaled slowly, then muttered, "Fuck it." 

He untied his robe and let it slip off, his body already heated and aroused from the thick scent of omega in heat saturating the air.

His cock was half-hard, his alpha instincts begging him to just do it already. 

He climbed onto the bed, settling in behind Argent, hovering uncertainly. His hands itched to grab those elegant hips, to press close and take but something in him hesitated. 

His body was telling him one thing. 

His brain? Completely different story. 

He exhaled sharply. "Are you sure you're in heat?" 

Argent let out the longest, most exhausted sigh of his life. "For fuck's sake. Yes. Why do you keep asking?" 

Rhonin scowled. "Because you're not wet." 

Argent didn't even blink. "That's what the lube is for." 

Rhonin groaned. "That's not the same." 

Argent turned his head slightly, expression still blank but his patience was clearly wearing thin. "I thought I requested minimal conversation." 

Rhonin ignored that. "You're in heat but you're not aroused. That's… weird." 

Argent huffed, shifting slightly. "I don't see the issue. The session is for impregnation, not pleasure. Just do what you're here to do." 

Rhonin's brows furrowed. His body was ready but his instincts were rejecting this whole setup. Omegas in heat were supposed to want this. 

While Argent looked like he was waiting for a goddamn business meeting to start. 

Rhonin shook his head. "Yeah, nope. I can't." 

Argent's posture stiffened. "Excuse me?" 

"I said I can't." Rhonin sat back slightly, jaw tight. "I'm not gonna knot you if you're not ready. I don't care how much lube we use—it's not the same. I'm not gonna hurt you for a fucking contract." 

Argent turned fully now, eyes narrowing, irritation flashing across his face. "You do realize you're not the first alpha to be assigned to me, yes?" 

Rhonin shrugged. "Yeah, my friend who worked here before mentioned it. Said you kicked the last two guys out before they even started." 

Argent's fingers curled slightly into the sheets. "Are you planning to waste my time as well?" 

Rhonin gritted his teeth. "Listen, man, I'm not trying to piss you off. I just—" He exhaled, struggling for words. "This feels fucking wrong. I don't care if it's just a job, I don't care if we're not supposed to enjoy it but at the very least, I'm not gonna do it if your body isn't actually ready." 

Argent's jaw tensed. "You're an alpha. You're here to fuck me. Not analyze my arousal levels." 

Rhonin threw his hands up. "I would if you actually wanted it!" 

Argent stared. 

Then, without a word, he moved to sit up, reaching for his robe. 

Rhonin's stomach dropped. 

"Wait—" 

Argent didn't even look at him. "I'll have them assign me another alpha." 

"Wait, hold on—" 

Argent was seconds away from walking the fuck out. 

Rhonin's mouth moved faster than his brain. "What if I eat you out?" 

Argent froze. 

Silence. 

The air grew thick. 

Rhonin stared at his own hands, wondering who the fuck just spoke out of his mouth because it sure as hell wasn't him. 

Argent finally turned his head, expression unreadable. "What?" 

Rhonin cleared his throat. "Uh. You know. To, uh… get you wet." 

Argent blinked slowly, like he was processing the sheer audacity of what he just heard. 

Rhonin, realizing he was already in deep, kept going. "If we do it like this, it's just gonna suck for both of us. But if I—" He gestured vaguely, somehow embarrassed despite everything. "—then it'll be easier. You'll get slick, I won't feel like an asshole and you won't have to cancel the session again. Win-win." 

Argent's lips parted slightly. 

Then he laughed. 

It was soft. Disbelieving. Like he wasn't sure if this was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard or the most ridiculous offer ever made. 

Then, slowly, he tilted his head. "Fine." 

Rhonin blinked. "Wait, really?" 

Argent shrugged, letting his robe fall away again, this time fully reclining back onto the sheets, arms folded against his chest like this was a minor inconvenience rather than a prelude to sex. 

"You suggested it," Argent murmured, bored and expectant. "So do it." 

Rhonin's brain short-circuited for the second time that night. 

Fucking hell. 

This job was gonna kill him.

Rhonin exhaled slowly, settling between Argent's legs. 

His hands pressed gently against cool, pale thighs, spreading them apart with care. He could see the omega's folds now—soft, untouched, barely glistening. 

Not wet enough. Not ready. 

That was about to change. 

Rhonin shifted into a comfortable position, his body heat radiating against Argent's skin as he leaned in. 

He started slow. 

A kiss to the inside of Argent's thigh, warm and lingering. Then another. His lips brushed over sensitive skin, his tongue flicking out in soft, teasing strokes. 

He felt the faintest shiver against his mouth. 

Interesting. 

Argent still looked calm, detached, blank as ever. But his body? It was starting to react. 

Rhonin smirked against his thigh, then moved closer—lips ghosting over the omega's entrance. 

Then, he exhaled a warm breath. 

Argent's thighs tensed. 

Rhonin hummed, pleased before finally dragging his tongue along the omega's folds. 

A slow, wet lick. Exploratory, deliberate. 

Argent let out a sharp inhale. 

Rhonin felt the smallest shift in the omega's scent—a flicker of real arousal mixing with the baseline of heat. 

Good. 

So, he continued. 

His tongue pressed deeper, licking slow and firm, tasting the faintest hint of slick beginning to form. He moved with precision, exploring every inch of the omega's sensitive flesh, feeling the way Argent's body responded despite himself. 

Argent's breathing changed. 

Still controlled but now noticeably deeper. 

Rhonin gripped those slender thighs a little firmer as he worked. 

He licked. Teased. Took his time, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the omega's heat, building up the sensation. 

Then, slowly, carefully, he slipped one finger inside. 

Argent tensed, then exhaled through his nose. 

Not a moan. Not a whimper. But he didn't stop him. 

Rhonin took that as permission. 

He curled his finger slightly, searching, coaxing, stroking. At the same time, his tongue flicked up against Argent's clit—a soft, teasing brush that made the omega's breath hitch. 

There it was. 

Rhonin did it again, slow, methodical, pushing him further. 

And finally—finally—he felt it. 

Argent's slick. 

A real response. A real sign of need. 

Rhonin's own arousal spiked, satisfaction curling through his veins. 

He glanced up, watching Argent's face—still calm but his lips were slightly parted now, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. 

"Better," Rhonin murmured against him. 

Argent opened his eyes just slightly. Their gazes met. 

And for the first time, the cold omega looked just a little bit melted.