Say You Want Me, Kitty!

The cold water thundered down Lucien's back, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning beneath his skin.

His palms were flat against the tile wall, shoulders hunched and his jaw clenched tight enough to crack a tooth. The scent still clung to him... that bloody, wild, desperate but sweet scent. It had crawled under his skin, soaked into every breath, every inch of him.

"Just one taste," he muttered, the words scraping out of his throat like gravel. "One. Fucking. Taste."

"Fuck," he growled, eyes shut, the image of Rin's flushed face seared into his memory. That helpless glazed... overlook. Those lips parted with need and that body trembling and begging without a single word.

Lucien dropped his forehead to the wall.

He should have left when he saw those bastards.

He should have let the bastards take Rin and dealt with the consequences later. Maybe he wouldn't be feeling like this for the first time in his life.

But the second he saw their filthy hands on Rin and those huge red eyes of his flickering with fear, something in him snapped. He wasn't sure if it was possessive instinct, or rage, or both. Whatever it was, it had led him here... he remained hard as a rock and had no way to get relief.

He turned the water colder. His fingers curled into fists.

"I didn't even fuck him," he muttered to himself, breathing heavily. "Why the hell do I feel like I did?"

The ache wouldn't go away.

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The next morning, Rin was still in bed, curled up. Of course, it came early, earlier than expected.

His heat wasn't supposed to start yet. But those alphas from last night were the cause of it. Their damned pheromones had affected him, causing him to go to heat.

'I fucking hate this academy.'

Everything unravelled after that.

Suppressants failed. Scent blockers failed. Rin was locked in his tiny room, still curled up on the mattress with every nerve on fire. He'd soaked through four towels and used every wipe he owned. The room smelled like desperation and shame. Sweet, sweet shame.

His thighs trembled as his shirt clung to his chest. His lips were raw from biting them, even as he bled, he didn't feel It.

"Damn it," he whimpered, curling tighter. " It shouldn't be like this... My body shouldn't be yearning for some alpha... also not a man."

But his body didn't listen. It begged and cried even harder.

His pants were on the floor his hands were already numb from trying to hit the spot, but his fingers weren't enough. Not anymore. He wanted something hard.

Maybe, something like the snake he grabbed yesterday.

Now that he was desperate for 'that' thing, the system has abandoned him.

He moaned into the pillow, as his holes kept twitching.

"I'm definitely going to survive. I'll do this without needing any man... certainly, not a snake,"

Well, that was his plan even if he knew it was impossible.

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Three Days Later...

"He hasn't shown up again?" Lucien asked, pretending to be casual as he walked into the clinic. He already glanced around and saw that he wasn't around. Not only that, but he couldn't catch a whiff of his sweet scent.

Elna looked up from the records.

"Fourth day absent. That kid must be sick. You know how much work got dumped on him lately."

Another nurse chimed in,

"We'll stop by his room tomorrow to check on him if he doesn't show."

Lucien's voice cut sharp, fast.

"I'll go."

Elna raised a brow. "You sure?"

"Don't need a group of nosy betas getting in trouble. I'll check on him."

"Thank you!" She said as he left.

What he really meant was:

'Like hell, they're seeing him like that. Not before I do,'

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Lucien went straight to the staff building later in the evening, after his practice. He stepped into the hallway and looked around. It was clean. Too clean. Not a whiff of omega in the air. If he was really in heat, the whole building was supposed to be enveloped in his scent.

But when he reached Rin's door?

It hit like a freight train. That same sweet scent penetrated his nose. The same scent he tried hard to forget about. It took a lot and a lot of him to relieve himself that night.

Lucien's stomach clenched and his pants tightened.

He knocked but there was no answer.

"Rin."

Silence first and then, a muffled groan.

"Open the fucking door."

Still, nothing.

Lucien growled and kicked once.

"Last warning, Rin. Open the damn door or I'll break it down."

Inside, there was shuffling. Then the door cracked open.

Lucien slammed in, grabbed the handle, and locked it behind him. For some reason, he was trying to keep the scent inside his room. He couldn't let it into the hallway.

Just a few seconds in Rin's room, it was as if he was in hell.

The room was soaked in his scent.

There were towels everywhere, wipes on the floor, windows closed and the air remained thick.

Rin stumbled back toward his bed, his eyes hazy, lips trembling. His white shirt was nearly see-through, soaked and clinging to his flushed skin. His nipples peaked against the fabric.

Lucien stopped breathing.

"This is fucking unfair," he muttered.

Rin looked like hell and heaven in one broken package.

"If you're here to stare at me like a horny dog, g-get out," Rin said, trying to sound firm. His voice cracked.

Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "If anyone else smells this, you're done. They find out what you are, Do you think they'll let it slide?"

Rin glared. "Well, thanks for the information but I don't need your help."

"No, you don't need my help. You need something else, not wet towels. Not self-pity. Not your own damn fingers. You need a huge cock to sink inside that pink hole of yours and then, you'll be fine,"

Rin flushed deeper.

"I'm not sleeping with you, asshole."

Lucien stepped closer, teeth gritting.

"I never said you should. I'll wait for the day you'll beg me to put it inside you and fuck hell, I will."

Rin gasped, turning his head away from him.

"You're a pervert, a fucking... pervert,"

He sat up, still trying to catch his breath and then... he stumbled.

However, Lucien didn't touch him. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly that his fists shook.

But he didn't.

Rin dropped to his knees... of course, not in submission, but in frustration.

He was obviously in pain and his heat was burning him alive.

"Why is it you?" Rin whispered, eyes glassy. "Even if I wanted a cock inside my body, I wouldn't want it to be you,"

'I wouldn't want to get involved with the male leads. They are all crazy,'

Lucien crouched, his voice low.

"The only cock you'll be having inside you will be mine because I'm the one who knows your damn secret, Kitty. Just say the word..."

Rin frowned, biting his lower lip.

"Say what?"

"Say you want me, Kitty," he grinned, using his thumb to pull out Rin's lower lip from between his teeth. "And it'll be all over,"