Drunk on Pheromones (mature)

Cael stumbled into the house, his legs barely carrying him as he closed the door behind him. His breathing was shallow, each inhale hitching as his chest rose and fell erratically. The air around him felt different-thick, heavy, and tantalizingly sensual.

His skin was slick with sweat, his clothes clinging to his trembling frame.

He hurried upstairs, his hands fumbling with the lock to his room. Once inside, he turned the key and pressed his back against the door, gasping for air. His body burned with a heat he couldn't control, an overwhelming ache pulsing through him.

It was as if every nerve ending had been set alight, and nothing could extinguish the fire consuming him.

"What's happening to me?" Cael whispered, his voice trembling as he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to steady his erratic heartbeat.

He stumbled toward the bed, his knees weak and his head swimming. A familiar slickness began to form, and he bit his lip as waves of pleasure rolled through him, unbidden and uncontrollable. His hands shook as he tried to resist, but the ache deep inside him demanded attention.

Desperation overtook him as he tugged at his clothes, his shirt slipping off his shoulders and falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. His hands roamed his own body, trailing over his smooth, sensitive skin. It felt like every inch of him was crying out for relief, and no amount of restraint could stop him now.

He collapsed onto the bed, his fingers tracing lower until they found the source of his torment. His breaths turned into soft gasps, his movements hesitant at first but growing bolder with every passing second. His free hand gripped the sheets, his knuckles white as the intensity of his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.

"Ah..." Cael moaned, his voice filling the empty room as his body arched in response to the sensations. It wasn't enough. The ache within him was insatiable, demanding more, something deeper. For the first time, his trembling fingers slid to a place he had never dared to touch.

The initial touch made him freeze, his eyes widening in shock. But the relief, the pleasure, was undeniable. Slowly, he moved again, testing, exploring, each motion sending waves of euphoria crashing through him. His hips bucked instinctively, his moans growing louder as he lost himself in the moment.

The memory of the man from earlier-the piercing dark eyes, the dangerous smirk

-flooded his mind unbidden. Cael whimpered, his face heating with embarrassment as he realized he was picturing him. The unknown alpha who had turned his world upside down with just his scent.

"No..." Cael shook his head, trying to banish the image, but it clung to him, refusing to let go. His body betrayed him, responding to the phantom presence of that man as if he were still there, still pressing his intoxicating pheromones into the air.

His movements quickened, his breath hitching with each desperate motion. "Why.." he panted, his voice breaking as his body approached its peak. "Why am I... thinking of him?"

The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, and Cael's body tensed, his back arching off the bed. With a final, shuddering cry, he came undone, his release leaving him trembling and gasping for air.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing.

Cael collapsed back onto the bed, his body limp and spent. His chest heaved as he stared up at the ceiling, the weight of what had just happened settling over him like a heavy blanket.

The euphoria faded, replaced by a deep sense of shame and confusion. He covered his face with his hands, his cheeks burning. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

The memory of the man lingered, his scent still etched into Cael's mind like a brand. He bit his lip, a pang of regret coursing through him as he thought back to the alley.

A part of him wished he'd stayed, wished he'd asked who that man was. But the rational part of his mind screamed at him, reminding him of the danger, the overwhelming power of that alpha's presence.

"It was his pheromones," Cael told himself firmly, sitting up and hugging his knees to his chest. "That's all it was. It wasn't real."

But even as he tried to convince himself, the ache deep in his chest told a different story. The alpha's scent, his presence-it had awakened something in Cael, something he wasn't ready to confront.

As he sat there, he made a mental note to take omega suppressants at the first sign of his next heat. This... vulnerability, this loss of control-it couldn't happen again.

Yet even as he resolved to protect himself, the memory of dark eyes and that predatory smile lingered, haunting him. Cael buried his face in his hands, unsure of how to feel, unsure of what lay ahead.