Chapter 44: When Ash Bit Adrian
At his penthouse, Adrian lay on the bed beside Ash, who was still unconscious, wrapped in his arms. His soothing pheromones radiated, easing Ash’s tense body. The quiet was broken by the sharp ring of his phone.
Adrian picked up.
"Bravin, what’s the matter?" he asked.
"Sir, I’m at the shelves...there are five types of lubricant: Silken Touch, Velvet Glide, Moonlight Balm, Aether Oil, and Gentle Flow. I don’t know which one to choose," Bravin replied, hesitant.
"Are you asking me if I know? Pick the one you used the first time," Adrian instructed calmly.
Bravin hesitated. "But sir...I don’t submit, I dominate..."
"Oooh...then ask your boyfriend," Adrian cut in, already hanging up.
Bravin lowered the phone, muttering to himself, "Err...I wanted to tell you my Omega dumped me..."
From a distance, an attendant noticed Bravin stranded among the shelves. Approaching, he asked kindly, "I see you’re stuck...Need help?"
Bravin scratched his head nervously. "Errr..."
The attendant smiled reassuringly. "Nothing to be shy about."
Bravin glanced away. "Which is best for...asshole soreness?"
The attendant’s eyes widened slightly, "Ooh, I see..." Bravin felt the weight of his gaze, like silent judgement. He turned quickly. "It’s not for me; I dominate..."
The attendant chuckled, then added casually, "From my experience, Velvet Glide works best. I’ve used it several times with excellent results."
Bravin froze. Their eyes locked.
Another voice called from afar: "Maxwell, can you help me arrange these?"
The moment broke. Maxwell approached, smiling at Bravin. "Nice to meet you. I hope your partner likes it."
Before Bravin could answer, Maxwell walked off. Flustered, Bravin muttered to himself, "I don’t have a partner..."
...
Ash slowly regained consciousness. Blinking, he found himself shielded in Adrian’s arms. the Alpha’s pheromones still calm and soothing around him. As if noticing the faint stir, Adrian whispered softly, "You’re awake."
His gaze lingered on Ash with unguarded emotion before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I ordered some food. Sit up, I’ll bring it to you."
Ash tried to push himself upright, but the moment his body shifted, he winced. "Ouch." He sank back quickly, whispering, "I can’t."
Adrian’s expression tightened, guilt flickering across his face. "I’m really sorry."
Ash looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, almost like a pleading pup. "Adrian...I’m hungry."
The words pulled Adrian from his stare. He rose from the bed in a snap, brushing Ash’s hair softly before saying, "Wait a moment, I’ll bring food for you."
He disappeared into the kitchen slot, the faint sound of plates and cutlery following. Minutes later, Adrian returned with a tray: a bowl of creamy mashed potatoes with a drizzle of gravy and a chilled vanilla milkshake set beside him.
Adrian placed the tray on the table and sat close, lifting a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
"Open," he said gently.
Ash gave a small pause before parting his lips. Adrian guided the bite to him, then brushed his thumb over the corner of Ash’s mouth.
"Good...slow and steady," he murmured, offering another.
When he raised the glass, Ash sipped without looking away. The room stayed quiet, save for the soft rhythm of feeding, and in Adrian’s eyes lingered a tenderness that made Ash’s chest tighten.
When Ash finished the last sip of the milkshake, Adrian took the tray from him with quiet efficiently. "You need to take a bath," he said calmly, before stepping out.
A few minutes later, Adrian returned, wiping his hands. "The shower is ready. Come, I’ll carry you."
Ash’s eyes widened slightly, hesitation flickering across his face. Adrian tilted his head, voice dropping into a gentle tease. "Why so shy? I’ve already seen anything."
Ash’s cheeks flushed crimson. He looked down, unable to answer. With a faint smile, Adrian leaned in and gathered him effortlessly into his arms.
Carrying him to the bathroom, Adrian pushed the door open with his shoulder. The air inside was lightly misted, steam rising from the tub where clear water shimmered faintly with scattered flower petals, the faint scent of lavender mingling in the air.
Adrian set Ash carefully on his feet, guiding him toward the bath. Without another word, he began to undress himself, then stepped into warm water extending a hand for Ash to join him.
He guided Ash to sit in front of him, Ash’s back pressed lightly against his chest. Dipping his hands into the warm water, Adrian began washing Ash’s hair with slow, careful strokes. The lather trailed down as his palms moved to Ash’s shoulders, then along his back in steady, soothing motions.
His hands slipped under Ash’s arms, sliding over his chest. As his fingers brushed across Ash’s nipples, Ash’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and failing unevenly. Adrian’s touch lingered, teasing lightly, coaxing a soft sound from Ash’s lips.
The Alpha’s hands lowered gradually, tracing the line of Ash’s stomach until they reached his thigh. He paused, his fingers brushing over the trembling skin before cupping Ash’s aroused length. Ash gasped, his body trembling as Adrian stroked him slowly, the sound of his moans filling the misted room.
Just as the tension built, Adrian pulled his hand away. Ash shivered, turning to face him, his eyes glowing faintly with the golden hue of his pheromones. Desire radiated from him, thick in the air. Adrian’s breath came heavy as he wrapped his arms around Ash, pulling him close against his chest. His lips hovered near Ash’s ear as he whispered, almost in awe, "I didn’t know you could hide such beauty."
Ash stayed silent, but his gaze; fierce and yearning, held Adrian still. The heat from his body rolled out in waves, storming the space between them.
Ash’s scent thickened in the misted air, stirring Adrian’s Alpha instincts until his own desire could no longer be held back. His length throbbed as he lifted Ash gently by the hips, positioning him carefully.
"I’ll guide you," Adrian whispered against his ear. "Try to sit slowly...let your body take it."
Holding him steady, Adrian eased Ash down inch by inch, his hands firm yet patient as Ash’s body adjusted around him. Ash’s breath hitched, small gasps escaping with each movement as Adrian paused, giving him time before guiding him lower again.
When Ash finally settled 3/4 deeper, Adrian began to move him in a slow rhythm-up, then down, helping his body adapt to the fullest. Ash’s hesitation showed in the way he tensed, struggling to take more.
Adrian leaned close, murmuring softly, "Don’t be afraid...let me in. I’ll help you." He reached for the small vial of Velvet Glide lubricant he had set aside, rubbing it gently where their bodies met to ease the way.
Bit by bit, Ash sank lower, the rhythm steady, until Adrian’s length was wholly buried inside. His hands tightened on Ash’s waist, guiding him with care as the motion grew smoother, their breaths mingling with the sound of the water around them.
At first Adrian guided him, but soon Ash found his own rhythm. His body moved on its own, riding Adrian faster, each motion bolder than the last. Adrian’s head fell back, gasps breaking from his lips, his hands gripping Ash’s waist as if to anchor himself.
"Ash..." his voice trembled with a deep moan, "I swear-this sweetness is driving me mad...don’t stop."
Ash’s heat surged, golden pheromones thickening in the air. His body burned, every moment pushing him closer to the edge. As the climax built, Ash leaned down, lips brushing Adrian’s neck. His fangs slipped free without thought, piercing skin in a desperate bite just as his release crashed over him.
Adrian shuddered violently, his own release following as he clutched Ash tightly. But when the haze cleared, his hand moved to his neck, fingers brushing at the fresh bite. His eyes widened as he looked at Ash in disbelief.
"Ash...who are you?" he asked, voice low but shaken.
Ash stayed silent, golden eyes avoiding his.
Adrian’s pressed his palm harder against the mark, confusion thick in his tone. "Omegas don’t have fangs...what kind of omega are you?"
...
At the small family shrine, the dim glow of candles flickered against the picture of Ash’s late grandfather. Offerings of fruit and flowers lay neatly arranged, the air carrying the thin curl of incense smoke.
Ash’s grandmother knelt before the shrine, lighting a fresh stick. Her voice wavered with both love and sorrow.
"Honey, I’ve missed you so much...soon, I’ll be with you again." Her hand lingered on the worn frame of his picture. "Forgive me-I will come without our love token bracelets. I gave them to the kind Alpha who showed me mercy more than once. If you were here, you would like him too. May our blessing bloom in his love life."
...
In her dimly lit hut, Prophetess Annette sat before the flickering fire, her hands tracing patterns in the smoke. Her voice broke the silence, low and weighted like an omen.
"They have become one," she murmured, eyes clouded as though seeing far beyond the present. "Bound by flesh, by blood, by something neither of them understands. They cannot live apart now, their lives are tethered as one cord. If one breaks, so shall the other."
The flames crackled, casting eerie shadows on the walls as her tone darkened.
"But the road ahead is thick with storms. Trials will rise like wolves, tearing at their bond. Only courage will see them through. If they falter...if fear takes root...the world itself will swallow them, and their union will turn to ashes."