Heat [M]

Knox ran to his room. He locked the door and dived to his drawers where the bottle of suppressant was. His trembling hands poured the pills on his palms and he swallowed two. Then, he rolled on the floor in pain.

He was sweating profusely, but he knew the damp feeling on his behind wasn't sweat. He crawled himself to the other side of the bed, away from the door. If he could, he'd hide underneath, or perhaps in the bathroom, but his knees were too weak to walk again, and his fear that his scent would seep through the tiny gaps of the door would entice Azrael.

He mustn't get caught. All will be over if his boss, who hates omegas, learns the truth.

Knox's breath hitched after the pinkish and proud manhood sprung up as soon as he lowered his underwear. He jerked his head back and rested it on the bed, while his hands were busy rubbing his hardness.

He prayed earnestly for the medicine to work again, but the tingling sensation shriveling up his body wasn't subsiding. He rubbed harder and faster, but he still felt something was missing. Something was throbbing behind him.

Reluctantly, he reached for that part. He parted his legs shamelessly and groped that soft opening behind, only to be astonished by the amount of liquid leaking out.

"W-What is this…"

Knox mumbled, his voice trembling like he was about to cry. It wasn't his first heat, he experienced many heats before, not as often as a dominant omega, but they were still situations where his body shivered from wanting to be touched and be of use.

As the books described, an omega's body, during heat, releases its natural tendencies of breeders. They emit pheromones more seductive and more irresistible that no alpha – those who carry millions of seed-making warriors, can fight against.

Those past heats weren't intense, they were only like a faucet that someone failed to turn off properly so droplets poured from time to time, but this time was different.

'It was f*cking broken!' Knox screamed inwardly as his sweaty middle finger had its own mind and pushed forward. He shuddered at the effect it brought upon his entire body. It slid inside without difficulty, and he couldn't be anymore aghast for finding his soft spot could serve as a proper omega can.

He still couldn't wrap his head up to why his body became immensely starved. The typical causes of a leaky faucet usually include corrosion of the internal parts due to sudden water pressure or mineral deposits. Is his reluctance to release his pheromones the reason for the changes in his body?

How long has it been since he last released his pheromones and stopped taking the suppressants for even just a day?

Knox thought hard, and his eyes opened abruptly after realizing it was only that time when he first met Azrael.

And it has been more than a month!

And to make it worse, he doubled the dosage of his medicine intake after working for him. His pheromones built up until the tubes couldn't contain them anymore and they exploded. Which means, the suppressant isn't what he needs right now.

The only way is to release his pheromones without restraint.

"Ngh!"

Knox curled his body even more. His head tilted and he pushed his chest forward in, as if wanting for his chest to be ravaged as well. His hardened crowns grazed at the soft fabric of his clothes, and the feeling of it getting played felt so satisfying.

His other free hand left the floor and jumped on his shirt, hovering and circling the two unveiled points that stood hard and steadily. If he lifted his shirt and invaded that part, Knox feared that he would completely lose his mind.

He already felt ashamed to moan and whimper from his own touch, yet he still couldn't afford to stop.

His hand abandoned the temples and traced the size of his tool instead. With the other hand busy to pleasure him from behind, the other worked as if it was molding a pot. He already threw every shame in the air as he kneaded the tip and played with the tiny dent in the middle.

He bit his lower lip to suppress his moans once again. He was beginning to be impatient, thus, with his mind clouded with the desire to shoot out the loads building up inside, he curled his body almost like a contortionist and thrust his finger deeper until it reached his prostrate.

"Umph!"

Sticky, whitish fluid splattered out from the duct and hit Knox's face. After climaxing, his body completely slid from the bed and hit the floor with a thud. He was panting heavily and his eyes lost focus.

His hands were shaking and his legs were numb. He crawled to the bedside table, pulled the drawer, and took a tissue, then he sluggishly wiped his hands on it. The intensity of his heartbeat wasn't decreasing.

But what's more aggravating was that his hole wasn't stopping to clench and unclench.

"Argh…dammit! Stop clenching!" he yelled quietly. He gasped when a delicate and sweet smell with a bit of evergreen woodsy entered his nose. His eyes widened. He could smell his pheromones!

The scent of lavender permeates the entire room.

Panicking, Knox hastily stood to open the balcony door and let the smell out. However, his knees broke up and his body slammed to the floor quite loudly. Hurried footsteps came from outside his room door, then followed by loud knocks.

"Hey! What happened?!"

Azrael kept banging on the door. When it didn't open, he grabbed the doorknob, only to find it was locked. Inside, Knox shook in fear after seeing the knob rattled by Azrael's forceful opening.

"Knox Arden! Are you inside?! Open the goddamn door!"

Azrael even brought his ear to the door to try to hear what was going inside, but there was no movement inside, not even a sound. Dark thoughts swirled inside his head – 'what if he fell and hit his head on the floor and he lost consciousness?! Is he dead? No! I don't want a dead body in my house!'

He immediately ran to his study room and ransacked the drawers to find the duplicate keys. It took him a few minutes and all those passed with him praying that his servant just hit the lamp on the bedside table while sleeping.

On the other hand, when Knox heard the footsteps getting away, he believed that Azrael had finally decided to leave him on his own. He sighed in relief and tried to crawl his way to the bathroom.

He locked the door and went under the shower. The cold water almost made him jump but it was just what he needed, hoping that it would cool his body and wash away any traces of his scent. He closed his eyes as he let himself be drowned by the sound of the shower and the water hitting the tiles.

He was still hard and needy, but he tried his best to ignore that primal desire. His lips bleed from constant biting and his palms were bruised by his nails digging on them from clenching too hard. With all the things going on in his head, he didn't even hear when the door slowly creaked open.

What made him aware that there was someone inside the bathroom with him, was the thick, woody, and refreshing scent of the forest that suffocated him under the shower.

Knox's body shook tremendously. From the glasses of the shower box, an image stood in the corner of his eye. He slowly turned to the door, and there Azrael was, standing by the entrance holding the doorknob in one hand, while the other hand held a ring of keys.

"…!"

Azrael's face was devoid of emotion. His face was dark, lips pressed tightly, jaws clenched and necks popping with veins. He looked angered, but his eyes weren't furious. They were hazy, lost, and scary.

With a few strides, Azrael reached Knox whose body slammed to the tiled wall after Azrael pushed him hard. Knox's body was weakened and shivering, so it was easy for Azrael to catch his hands which were trying to push him away, and locked them behind him.

They were pulled from behind, which made Knox groan loudly and curl his body outwardly, hitting Azrael's chest. His wet shirt hugged his curves, and his lower half was completely naked. The hem of his shirt in front was slightly lifted because the little one behind awakened.

Azrael's ragged breathing entered Knox's ears.

"NO! SIR! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"

However, his shouting was ignored. Azrael smirked as if he had found something interesting. Using his index finger, he hooked the hem of Knox's shirt and lifted them up to his abdomen. Then, he grinned viciously and spoke in a gruff voice, "What do we have here, little one?"