Chapter 86: Chapter 86 Two dangerous temptations.
"How are we going to do about the doctor?" Daniel asked. It was already 9 p.m., and which hospital or medical personnel would attend to them so late, or even leave their work to come to him?
Alexander didn’t have an answer to that. He had laid Draven on Daniel’s bed, and the guy was rolling restlessly, clutching his stomach in pain. Daniel grew more worried.
This was getting worse. If only the door had been opened earlier, they might have entered and settled this before Draven’s stomach began hurting.
"Is it too painful?" Daniel questioned, trying to see if he could help ease the pain, but Draven only rolled more violently.
Alexander saw the fear trembling in Daniel’s hands and finally spoke up.
"You don’t need to be so afraid. I have a friend. This time, I’ll go and call her myself to avoid any stupid stories about something terrible happening," Alex assured, and Daniel was gladdened.
It was as if he could feel Draven’s pain directly, and whatever he was doing now was hurting him too.
"Just don’t waste time, Alex. Please, it’s you I’m hoping on," Daniel pleaded, and Alex went quiet at how meek Daniel suddenly sounded.
Was this really something Draven was doing to him? Because it seemed anytime Draven was in pain, Daniel turned into something different.
"Yeah, Dan, I won’t let you down. Just give me twenty minutes—I’ll be back." Alex winked and dashed out the door, rushing down the staircase.
Draven, whose head was splitting, rolled continuously on the bed. He almost tore off his clothes as a sudden burn enveloped him.
"Draven, what is happening to your body? Tell me, maybe I can get rid of it," Daniel muttered, standing there transfixed. They were in his room, and it felt too similar to his situation back at the villa.
Daniel had been so horny then, trapped in a terrible heat in which he needed release. Now Draven was rolling and suffering, and Daniel didn’t know whether to tag it as heat or something else.
"Can you calm down? I can feel your emotions, and it’s wrecking me," Daniel revealed. But Draven still couldn’t control himself.
Suddenly, a tearing sound came from the bed. As expected, it was Draven. His clothes had turned to rags—torn from top to bottom. The shredded shirt was discarded, thrown like a useless material, and landed straight at Xylander’s foot.
Xylander stood at the door watching the scene unfold. Unknown to them, he had followed behind, leaving his troublesome family to check on his hubby and Draven, who had somehow ended up becoming an issue.
Daniel searched desperately for a solution. He reasoned that Draven’s body might be going through a change. He still didn’t know why he was feeling such heavy sadness and overwhelming emotions, but putting that aside, he took a drastic action to help Draven heal.
Cuddling with Draven could lessen the matter, couldn’t it?
"Should we cuddle? Will my warmth be enough to calm you down?" Daniel asked to be sure. He knew it was hard for Draven to understand what he was saying in the middle of his struggle, but there was no other choice.
Draven’s eyes lifted to meet his. He looked tortured. His legs weren’t an issue anymore, nor was his stomach—it had gone numb. Now something inside him seemed to be awakening.
A discomfort that turned all his pain into a weapon, destroying his head and chest.
"I don’t know..." His voice was pained.
"It just spiked. I don’t understand where it’s all coming from, but cuddling won’t be bad," he blinked, sounding almost like a spoiled child.
Daniel didn’t think twice. He quickly removed his jacket—the special one gifted to him by the angel—and laid it on the table. He was about to go to the bed when a huge figure stepped into the spotlight, grabbing his attention.
"What are you doing, Daniel? Giving special treatment to someone?" Xylander frowned, looking like he was about to spit fire. But he immediately switched his tone, removing his shoes slowly with a sly smile.
"He needs all the cuddles he can get, so I’m joining in. Hubby, come and sleep close," Xylander drawled.
Daniel folded his lips, speechless.
"Aren’t you uncomfortable? This is another man. I thought you’d be mad," Daniel asked genuinely, trying to ensure he wasn’t doing anything out of place.
"You’re torturing him, Dan. He said he needed our touch, and that’s what we’ll give him. Besides, I’m polyamorous in nature, so don’t complain," Xylander explained, and that revelation once again threw Daniel off balance.
Draven nearly snapped his eyeballs out of his head—it felt like a frying pan had been pressed against it. The pain was excruciating.
Without talking further, the two climbed onto the bed. Daniel lay in the middle, with Xylander on his right and Draven on his left. It was perfect—they all collided, hugging each other and basking in their individual scents.
Sniffing Daniel’s pheromones, which radiated especially from his neck region, Draven’s body went numb immediately. The pain subsided, his eyes calmed, and his temperature began to stabilize.
The strawberries scent filled their nostrils. Even Xylander was somewhat drunk on it, continuously sniffing Dan’s hair that fell in waves. Daniel, on the other hand, didn’t realize how torturous the pheromones were becoming—he couldn’t breathe between the two.
Whether it was Xylander’s minty scent or Draven’s fragrance of roses and lilies, both washed over Daniel’s body, making it impossible for him to stay still.
As they cuddled, Draven sighed in contentment.
"This is so good. I wish you both would continue like this," Draven shamelessly requested. At this point, he didn’t care if Xylander was Daniel’s man. If this kind man let him in, then what was the need for jealousy?
Xylander’s arms took him in as well, and they all pressed closer, more intimately, until their breaths became the only thing touching their bodies. Daniel, in the middle, moved his hand to hold both men’s waists.
He didn’t want to be horny, but these men weren’t making it easy. His body, always active during sex, spiked up. And it didn’t help that he was an omega.
"You seem wet and ready for us," Draven whispered seductively, his flirtatious tone turning more unhinged. At this point, he was hopeless.
God, someone should come in. If he didn’t get interrupted, he might end up grinding on both men—especially one who was injured and still recovering.
Please, no one touch me...! Daniel prayed silently.
But Xylander’s actions defied his pleas as he brushed his thigh against Daniel’s hardened middle, eager to be received.
"Fuck it all," Daniel muttered as he drew both men’s heads and slammed his lips on theirs, conjoining the kiss. His tongue darted through their mouths, which eagerly received him.
Creak!
Just when the kiss was getting hot, Alexander walked in, arms akimbo.
"Nice try, people, but let the patient get his treatment now," Alexander announced dryly.
Daniel groaned.
God damn Alexander McQueen. He always came at the wrong time. Standing up with a scowl, Daniel left the bed, still frowning—yet he failed to notice one thing.
His neck bore two distinct marks, one on the left and one on the right. Strangely, they didn’t cause him pain. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still unbearably horny in that moment.