Capítulo 21: Heat [3] [M]

One mistake wasn't enough. The two were entangled in that sensual battle of heat and bodies, throwing all their inhibitions out the window and forgetting they were humans. They mated like beasts lost in the middle of the snow-filled mountain, seeking the only warmth they could get from each other.

They burned continuously, passion amidst the cold water dripping from their bodies, kisses between their weary lips from unending moaning, and eyes flared with lust and unquenchable desire for each other.

One had forgotten the fear of getting devoured by a higher being, and the other wasn't in the right mind to prioritize his hatred towards the former's kind.

The pain and discomfort that Knox felt from the beginning disappeared as his hole was now completely shaped and molded into Azrael's size and figure.

"S-Slower…."

The muffled pleas were drowned by the grunts and slapping noises. The bed that got drenched from their wet bodies creaked and rattled from the intensity of their intercourse. The poor omega threw his head sideways, catching sight of the breaking dawn from the window panes, he gasped after he realized the time.

How long had they been going on it? Knox wondered. The day was breaking already, but the man on top of him had no signs of stopping. On the other hand, he was slowly regaining his senses, but he still had no strength to push his boss away.

Every inch of his body throbbed painfully.

Knox looked down and gasped at the amount of bites and hickeys on his entire body. His nipples were swollen and reddened. His torso was filled with red spots as if he suddenly contracted a disease, and his legs were full of scratches from Azrael's non-stop grabbing and squeezing.

His body lay limply, yet he cursed himself because that part of him wasn't yet weary. It still stood firm, half softened and half hardened, brimming with juices on the tip, and enjoying the rhythmic movement of his boss.

"S-Stop…s-sir…!"

Azrael shoved harder, making Knox choke on his words. He coughed and bent his body, then he tried to kick the bed and pushed himself away from the alpha. He succeeded in pulling himself away, causing Azrael's hard member to pop out.

Knox quickly turned over and grabbed a pillow. Azrael was still lost, judging from the intense release of pheromones, he was not yet near to relieving himself and getting back on his senses. Meanwhile, Knox's heat was subsiding after getting knotted and receiving an alpha's release.

His heat subsided faster than it always did, but that was because he shared it with a dominant alpha. However, he couldn't take advantage of that easy way, since he knew what would be of him if he continued.

He needs to get away and leave while Azrael hasn't regained his senses yet.

As expected, he was pulled back by large and powerful hands, his abandoned entrance was once again filled with urgency. Azrael kept slamming against him from behind, and between his whimpers and rocking vision, Knox held the pillow tightly and smacked it on Azrael's face.

The man stopped. The pillow fell on their middle and Knox shuddered at the expression Azrael showed. His back tingled with fear and he closed his eyes when Azrael leaned in and grabbed him by the jaw.

Knox's head was lifted slightly. Azrael clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, his eyes beginning to lose their haziness, yet it was still hard for him to control himself. His instincts were taking over him, and he became aware that he was doing his servant.

He groaned when Knox tightened around him, the pleasure he felt compared to other times he did it with someone else wasn't comparable to what he was feeling inside Knox.

Is this how omega's usually taste? Azrael wondered as he glowered over Knox's pained expression. His thumb traced his lips and forcefully opened them, then he dived and closed the gaps, biting and sucking his servant's lips.

He continued thrusting after placing the pillow beneath Knox's hips, not letting go of his jaw, and raining his face with hungry kisses. What happened to them? He asked himself once, and he came to the conclusion that his beta servant was turned into an omega because of his constant presence.

Just like Kayden said it's possible, Azrael never thought that it was also possible for him to hold Knox, once he turned into an omega.

Knox's sniffled and muffled sobs caught Azrael's attention. His reddened cheeks, puffy eyes, and swollen lips were like a scrumptious dessert served before him. His light brown hair scattered on the sheets and his bright green eyes were so alluring, that even if he wasn't in a rut, Azrael thought that he would still find Knox sexy.

His moans were like music to his ears, to Azrael's surprise. He kept moving and touching everywhere, ignoring the weak attempts to flee by his omega. He pulled Knox tighter and shut his lips with his.

The day arrived, and the sunlight passed through the window panes, they entered, moved, and slowly crept away by the hours and minutes passing until they finally disappeared and the sunset again, yet the two figures above the bed never stopped.

Like the sunlight, they moved and changed places and positions in the room, but they never separated.

The thirst and hunger they felt were quenched by them alone. Knox gave up struggling, and just waited for Azrael to get exhausted. His whole body ached and it felt like he would shatter from every thrust. He was leaking, both front and rear, but never had the chance to wallow in great embarrassment.

It was that night the following day, that rain poured so suddenly. Perhaps, the cold temperature coming from the opened doors of the balcony or the exhaustion they felt from going at it for three days without resting, made Azrael finally collapse beside Knox.

His body fell and his breathing was heavy. He pulled Knox into his embrace and closed his eyes. He locked him in his arms and hugged him as tight as he could before his consciousness faded away.

He was so tired and deep in sleep, that he didn't notice his prey slip out from his cage-like embrace and carefully picked his wet clothes from the bathroom, then left with small and light steps after pasting a post-it note to the main door.

Carrying all his luggage away, Knox ran to the streets, hailed a cab, and went to the airport. He bought a ticket for a domestic flight and left that city without glancing back even once.

That morning, Azrael woke up in the prickling heat of the sunlight hitting his face. He moved, turned his body up, and covered his eyes with his forearm while groaning from being woken up. He stayed still for a while, after a minute of blankly staring at the ceiling, his eyes widened and his head turned abruptly to the other side.

The crumpled sheet next to him was empty. He immediately stood, slammed open the door to the bathroom, and found his clothes scattered on the floor, but there wasn't any trace of Knox's shirt. His chest throbbed and tightened. He ran to the closet, but even in there, Knox's belongings were missing.

He grabbed his mouth as if stopping it from cursing, veins popped in his arms and temple when he realized what happened. He ran his hand over his face and exhaled sharply, then his hands went back to cover his lips again.

He paced back and forth the room, naked but unbothered. His face changed as he recalled everything that happened.

It started when he heard that noise inside his servant's room. Then, when he opened it, he was bombarded by the pheromones stuck inside the room, upon smelling them, he realized it was familiar, and his body convulsed and shivered.

He remembered the scent as the one who gave him a bloom, but it was already too late for him to step away as his body was already drowned and greatly affected by the bloom. After that, he remembered himself tracing where the fragrance was coming from, and then he lost all control and reason after seeing Knox half-naked under the shower.

He gritted his teeth in frustration. Did he really turn him into an omega? Is he scared and devastated, so he ran away?

His eyes darkened, "You can't escape, Knox. I made you that way. You're my omega now."

He walked out the door.

"WHAT THE F*CK?!"

Azrael glanced at the man walking out of his kitchen and staring at him, horrified. He ignored Kayden's traumatized expression and proceeded to walk towards his room, he asked as he walked away, "What are you doing here?"

Kayden wiped his eyes and mumbled something before answering, "Knox called me…"

Azrael stopped. Kayden's following words didn't register in his mind as it was focused after hearing Knox's name. A smirk crossed his face. He became more determined to bring the servant back. He won't let a rare gem he honed himself slip away.

He walked to his room, surprisingly calm and poised. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. Then, he commanded, each word dripping with conviction and budding obsession, "Find him. Knox Arden. Bring him to me. No matter what!"