Awakening at the Kadman Mansion, 92

"Damián impressed Adam with a confidence that didn't match his age. For Damián, the motivations of the night were manifold, including discoveries, initiatives, and sentimental nuances."

"You always impress me, Adam," Damián said, as a small pause between the two of them indicated a significant change in the air. Damián shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"Adam, how do you manage to be good at everything? I'm looking for flaws in you!". Damián confessed, revealing a sense of failure in his own abilities.

Damián took Adam's hand and kissed it, feeling the softness of the skin and the strength of the texture, while his arousing scent fueled his desire. Slowly, he gave in to the impulse of seduction and licked Adam's fingers.

Meanwhile, in Adam's mind, a tangle of emotions enveloped him in the face of Damián's attitude. He felt a wave of frustration and irritation at the young man's blatant lack of responsibility, especially since he was a member of the respected Kadman family, where personal safety was a priority.

Hours passed, and Adam wondered how Damián could disappear so completely, avoiding the close supervision of the staff and remaining incognito throughout the day.

That day, the repercussions were significant. "Heads were cut off."

At the same time, however, Adam couldn't help but be surprised and intrigued by Damián's bold and seductive behavior.

The confidence and initiative shown by Damián could even attract Adam, even though it was a direct challenge to his authority as Alpha.

"Damian's unexpected reaction stirred a whirlwind of desire and concern in Adam, forcing him to balance his need for discipline with a growing fascination with Damian's rebellious behavior.

Suddenly out of breath, Adam broke contact and rested his forehead on Damián's shoulder. A frantic search unfolded between them, their hands yearning for sensual touch and their bodies clamoring for deeper intimacy.

When their lips finally met, Damián was overcome by an overwhelming feeling. He surrendered to this strange ecstasy, immersing himself in the magical moment that was unfolding before him.

But the increasingly passionate kisses made him forget all reason. At that moment, it didn't matter why they were together in this world. The future and the past seemed too far away to consider.

Out of breath, Adam pulled away and rested his forehead on Damián's shoulder. His warm, close breath made Damián feel even hotter inside.

With kindness, Adam ran the tip of his nose down Damián's body, saturating his skin with his seductive scent. "You smell so delicious," he murmured before kissing him again.

His husky, cool voice echoed in the space between them as Adam whispered, "You must follow the safety rules and instructions, for obvious reasons."

Damián frowned. "What happened?"

Adam let out an audible sigh. "I'm not going to repeat it. You just have to understand that safety is essential. It's for your own good."

Damián smiled, but his eyes betrayed a lie. "That's not going to happen," he said with conviction.

But to Damián, questioning Adam's actions seemed artistically heroic. Is there a point in the plot where the heroism of the protagonist is tested?

Adam ended the conversation with a gesture of his hand.

"About our evening" ... I'm in charge!

Adam's rich pheromones permeated the room. His blue eyes shone with intensity as he stared at Damián.

When Damián moaned in his arms, Adam lowered his head in response and began a deep, passionate kiss.

To Damian, Adam was like a seductive snake. Although he wrapped his arms around him and squeezed tightly, his movements had no intention of putting his life in danger.

"However, Adam's intentions were clear: he no longer wanted to see his Omega as independent but rather as an integral part of the AO family. His freedom and lack of submission diminished his innate Alpha instinct." 

Adam's intentions and determination were not harmful, but they made it clear that he wanted Damián to understand that he belonged.

Then they embraced, and Damián absorbed all the energy from this strong, protective body. He didn't care if he was a liar the next day.

"Please, please... make love to me," Damián whispered. 

In response, Adam took a few steps back and took off his jacket, the shirt that Damián had unbuttoned to help him. Without giving him time to think, he lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bed.

Damián felt the muscles of Adam's back in his hands.

Adam's lips brushed Damian's ear, his voice deep, sending shivers through Damian's body.

Adam slid his hands along the curves of Damián's buttocks, caressing them tenderly. Each touch was a whispered promise, enveloping Damián in a wave of emotion.

Adam's voice, smooth as silk, deepened, enveloping Damián in its warmth. The touch of Adam's skin against his, without barriers, ignited a burning fire within them.

Their pleasure unleashed a cascade of emotions that made Damián cling to Adam's shoulders.

Damián bit his lip, fighting the disappointment caused by the distance between them. Adam's eyes shone with longing as he led Damián to a nearby chair, his elegant demeanor radiating confidence.

The wetness between Damián's thighs grew, his gaze fixed on Adam, admiring the masculinity that radiated from every inch of his being.

Adam let out a low growl and dropped to his knees before Damián. He held Damián's hips tightly and reached down to suck sensually on his nipples.

Hesitant at first, Damián soon gave in to the pleasure, moaning softly as he arched his back, encouraging Adam to continue.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Damian's body, in perfect harmony with Adam's movements.

On his knees in front of Damián, Adam grabbed the back of his knees, spread his legs, and placed them on the arms of the chair. Their eyes met, sparking with mutual desire.

Adam dipped a finger inside Damián, felt his reaction, and gradually deepened the contact. Damián arched under his touch, eager for more. Then suddenly, Adam stopped.

Damián frowned, confused. "What is it?" he asked, dazed.

Adam smiled enigmatically and held up his finger. Then he stood up and asked, "How often did you have sex before you met me? Every night? Every other day, how many?" 

Damián was stunned by the question. "What does it matter, Adam?" he replied, running a hand through his hair.

Adam looked at him seriously and lifted Damián's chin so that their eyes met. "Because I want to kill everyone who slept with you," he murmured. "I want to know you as no one else has ever known you; you're mine alone."

Damián emerged laughing, understanding that the greatest danger was not the loss of concepts, but the drowning in monstrous emotions. 

He bridged the gap between Adam and stroked his back, bringing his hips and his body closer to Adam's!

Damián bit his lip, his heart racing at the implied promise. "You and me," Adam continued, moving even closer.

Adam stood up and unzipped his pants, exposing his stiff member. Damián swallowed, his body throbbing with desire.

"Open your mouth," Adam ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Damián obeyed, his eyes fixed on Adam as he moved closer, ready for an experience that would change everything between them. 

Adam thrust his hips forward, thrusting further into Damian's mouth. A deep moan escaped his lips, echoing in his own climax and releasing every last drop.

Damián had always imagined that he would just be a receptacle for Adam's desires and lust. However, at that moment, he realized that things were much more intense than he had ever imagined.

He could feel the tremor in Adam's muscles, his voice weakening with the pleasure they shared.

With a confident gesture, Adam pushed the chair back against the wall, indicating his intentions. His sexy, hungry smile made it clear that he was full of audacious promises.

Holding Damián's erection, Adam pressed it against his legs, stroking it with gentle, provocative movements. Damián could barely contain a sob of anticipation at the delicious sensation.

Ignoring any inner voice of hesitation, Damián pushed back his boundaries, giving himself completely to the moment.

"Is it sore?" Adam asked as he continued his movements, penetrating him with undeniable passion.

With a groan, Adam adjusted his position and slowly moved forward, filling Damián with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Damián squirmed at the invasion, feeling completely taken over by Adam's size and intensity.

Damián's hands rested on the wall as Adam continued to move, gradually increasing the pace. Each thrust was an explosion of sensations, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them.

"Please..." Damián begged, his body vibrating with desire.

Reaching between Damián's legs, Adam stroked him gently, provoking an intense and unexpected reaction.

Damián let out a loud cry, his body arching with the overwhelming pleasure that consumed him. Adam continued his movements, bringing them to a fiery, overwhelming climax.

Adam felt his body tense with burning desire. His cock was so hard that it became uncomfortable; he had never had this kind of relationship with any woman or omega. In his thirty-seven years, he had had his share of hot sex. 

However, he had always kept control of his desires. Every muscle that was caressed by Damián's touch received an electric charge. She looked into his eyes and smiled. I think you're a real witch, Damián! 

I'm bewitched! Damn, I want to bury myself in you all night.

On all fours, he lost all his limits. What made him feel debauched, shameless, limitless, and happy? He discovered that he could no longer control the life around him.

Hours later, in the light of dawn, they were still in love, wrapped in a physical and emotional bond that would last for a long time. The new day welcomed them with the promise of endless moments and passion.

The next day…

In the elegant dining room of the Kadman mansion, the atmosphere was one of opulence and sophistication. The morning light danced between the silk curtains, bathing the table in a golden aura of refinement. The walls were covered with art, and the crystal chandeliers completed the luxurious setting.

Meanwhile, in Damián and Adam's comfortable quarters, the soft scent of lavender and sandalwood hung in the air, creating a sense of calm and serenity. 

At the table, a morning feast fit for royalty was being served. Golden, crisp croissants filled with melted Brie cheese and sliced Parma ham competed with fresh seasonal fruit carefully arranged in a silver salad bowl. Freshly brewed coffee exuded a rich, tantalizing aroma, while a selection of rare teas waited to be enjoyed in elegant porcelain teapots.

The butler, Lord Cecil, stood impeccably dressed at the side of the table, ready to attend to the needs of his noble masters. His watchful eyes caught every movement and whispered in the room as he reverently awaited every command.

But before he could call Adam to breakfast, he was interrupted by Lady Elizabeth, whose imposing presence filled the room with an aura of authority and grace. With a gentle wave of her hand, she silenced the butler and addressed the others with a captivating smile on her lips. 

"Let her rest, Cecil," she said softly, her voice flowing like honey. Her eyes met Lord Malcolm's, who raised an eyebrow in surprise at his wife's unexpected suggestion.

"Today you will go to work in his place," Lady Elizabeth continued, her firm tone echoing throughout the room. A gleam danced in her eyes as she looked defiantly at her husband.

Lord Malcolm blinked, surprised at the sudden suggestion. "But I'm retired," he muttered, perplexed.

Lady Elizabeth leaned forward, radiating an aura of determination and desire. "He's human after all, Malcolm," she said with a mischievous smile. "And I want grandchildren, lots of them, running around this house."

Lady Elizabeth's revelation left Lord Malcolm momentarily stunned, but a smile soon spread across his lips. He gave his wife a look of admiration, acknowledging her desire for a family and feeling grateful that they were taking this journey together.

Meanwhile, the butler, Cecil, watched the interaction discreetly, his expression impassive, hiding any emotion. 

Upon reflection, he knew that this Omega Bat, disguised as a bird, was even able to get Lord Malcolm to return to work, just to make sure that Adam was accompanied by the "Bat," who was acting like a bird.

It was an outrageous situation for him. However, even the bird that flies the highest and farthest will have to return to the ground at some point. Even if a bat has huge wings... It will wait!

"Taylor, take the day off," said Lady Elizabeth with an air of kindness, but there was a subtle implication in her tone. "I think it would be a good idea for you to enjoy the day. Is your apartment ready?"

Taylor's stomach twisted as she processed Lady Elizabeth's words. She knew exactly what the question implied - Lady Elizabeth was politely signaling for her to leave. With practiced calm, Taylor replied, her voice steady despite the inner turmoil.

"Yes, it's ready. We just need to assess the final results," Taylor lied smoothly, feigning ignorance of the renovations completed, and the security upgrades reviewed by his brother Gunnar. Lady Elizabeth smiled knowingly in response, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Please do," Lady Elizabeth replied, her tone warm but with a slight touch of authority. "Enjoy your day, Taylor."

Lady Elizabeth's words took Taylor by surprise, and for a moment, she struggled to maintain her usual impassive expression. When Lady Elizabeth addressed her directly, Taylor's heart leaped, realizing the underlying message behind the seemingly innocent suggestion.

As Taylor excused herself and left the room, she couldn't help the feeling of unease that hung in the air. 

Lady Elizabeth's polite dismissal was a clear indication that she was no longer a guest in residence at the Kadman mansion, and Taylor couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how had it stopped working for her.