Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Jerking off (R18)
With urgency in his eyes, Daniel darted around the room, searching for anything resembling a clock—just to check the time. Luckily for him, only five minutes had passed.
"Damn you, heat—why now of all times?" he cursed under his breath. He needed to dress up and be downstairs before twenty minutes passed, leaving him at least a small window to deal with his current... situation.
"Oh gosh, this is embarrassing!" Daniel muttered, though he knew he had no other choice. If his pheromones leaked into the air and reached an Alpha, they would definitely be thrown into rut. And he couldn’t even imagine the terrible things that would happen if Adrian of all people went into rut...
Rushing into the restroom, he twisted the tap on, letting water run as he sat down, clutching Adrian’s clothes tightly in his hand.
The cinnamon scent that enveloped his nostrils was intoxicating—sweet enough to let off some steam before someone else did it for him.
The clock was ticking, and his body was fighting its own ruthless battle.
"Haaa..." Daniel yelped when another wave of pain throbbed across his forehead.
His gaze fell back to Adrian’s sweatshirt—the one he’d taken from his wardrobe. Well, not exactly stolen; more like borrowed. Sighing, he shoved the sweatshirt against his nose and nearly collapsed from the overwhelming rush of scent.
Oh, the aroma was on another level altogether.
And then, before him, a figure began to take shape. It was Adrian—completely naked.
His cock hung dangerously, his chest glistening under the bathroom’s dim light.
This was exactly how Daniel had envisioned Adrian’s body, even though he’d only seen parts of it before.
"I hate always being seen as a horny fool, but... haa, let this heat just pass," he whispered.
The vision of Adrian stood there, his naked body an irresistible sight. Daniel’s eyes lingered shamelessly, tracing the lines of the figure until his free hand lashed to his robe and wrapped around his own throbbing dick. Slowly, never looking away from Adrian’s form, he began stroking himself.
Jerking off always felt foolish to him—why bother with pictures or videos when you could have the real thing? But that was only if you had the means to lure the person into your bed. And right now, his only option was this imagined version of Adrian.
If only it could’ve been Draven—but he had nothing of Draven’s belongings to project his memory with.
Still, Adrian’s phantom form was more than enough to get him going.
His cock had already elongated, twitching in desperate need of release. His strokes grew steadier, fondling the pulsing shaft up and down. To intensify the pleasure, he teased the pink tip, smearing pre-cum with soft circles while inhaling that intoxicating cinnamon scent that threatened to rewire his brain.
"Ahhh, yeah... just like that... ahhh," Daniel moaned. His body trembled, still locked onto the phantom Adrian.
The figure began to move, trailing his hand down his glistening chest, squeezing his firm ass, even turning slightly to give Daniel a view of that perfect backside.
Daniel’s lips parted. Oh gosh—that ass. Was Adrian’s ass really this beautiful? Or was his mind exaggerating? Either way, he didn’t care. He wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
Lost in the sight, Daniel’s grip on the sweatshirt loosened. The fabric slipped from his hand, falling to the floor. With his free hand now roaming, he slid it to his chest, cupping and rubbing his small, sensitive nipples.
The action dragged a loud moan out of him.
In his imagination, it was Adrian touching him—possessive, rough, trying to gulp his chest into his mouth.
"Oh fuck—I’m cumming, I’m about to cum," Daniel gasped.
His hand trailed down from his chest, slipping lower. He rubbed against his hole, teasing the rim with his fingertips. The sting from his not-yet-healed entrance made him gasp sharply, so he pulled away, focusing all effort back to stroking his cock.
The pace quickened—faster, rougher—until the climax exploded through him.
His dick twitched violently as thick streams of cum spilled out, dripping in messy spurts until there was nothing left. Finally, his cock softened, deflating against his palm as he collapsed back onto the toilet seat, chest heaving for air.
"That... was so damn good," he admitted to himself. It wasn’t the same as physical penetration, but the ecstasy had been on another level.
Yet, lost in that haze, he’d forgotten one very important detail—his pheromones. The heat-driven scent drifted throughout the restroom, leaking through the window and spreading into the corridors beyond.
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"What’s that smell?" one guard by a large iron door suddenly muttered to his partner.
The fragrance was heavenly—divine. Perhaps the best they’d ever encountered. And they knew immediately what it meant. Omegas. But what kind of Omega had a scent this exquisite?
"Why does it smell like... strawberries?" the second guard questioned, sniffing hungrily.
The first guard inhaled deeper, then widened his eyes. "Not just strawberries. There’s chocolate too. Oh fuck, it’s so good..."
His gaze fell down to his bulging crotch. He was already hard. His body screamed to find the source, to fuck whoever carried such a scent.
"Let’s find them. A scent like this... it’s not normal. This Omega’s hole must be heaven itself," the second guard growled.
"But Malic, what about the door? Boss warned us to guard it with our lives. If anyone even gets close, we’re dead men."
They both knew their boss’s infamous temper. One mistake, and he’d have their heads mounted as trophies.
"Oh stop being a pussy. When’s the last time you had a hole this good? Don’t you want to know how it feels?" Malic sneered, clearly overtaken by the pheromones.
The other hesitated, but his rut was already kicking in. The primal urge drowned out reason.
"The door will stay locked. Twenty minutes is all we need," Malic pressed. "If you’re too scared, I’ll go on my own—and tell you how good it felt later."
The hesitation snapped. Both men turned, following the invisible trail of scent.
Meanwhile, Daniel had realized time was slipping away.
"Damn it... twenty minutes must have passed," he muttered. But then he scoffed. "Why am I even scared? Adrian can go to hell. I hate being rushed when I’m getting ready."
Striding back into the room, his eyes widened at the sight—rows of clothes displayed neatly on stands.
"When did they drop these here? And the designer didn’t even wait for me?" he muttered in confusion before breaking into a giggle.
"Fashion is life. Those who can’t afford this, I pity you."
He skimmed through the outfits, finally settling on a silky milky-white top with a baggy pair of trousers. Perfect. Stylish. Stunning.
He hurried to the dressing stand, slipping into the outfit. Absentmindedly, his gaze drifted to the clock—and froze.
Thirty minutes had already passed.
"Oh hell, that was fast," Daniel exclaimed just as a loud thud rattled the door. A gunshot followed, freezing his blood cold.
God, no.
The door slammed open. And there—like the devil himself—stood Adrian. His shadow stretched ominously across the floor. Behind him, two men lay dead, shot in ways Daniel couldn’t even comprehend.
"More points for making me wait, Dan," Adrian drawled with a dangerous smile. It was the kind of smile that reeked of pure evil.
Daniel’s senses spiked in alarm, and then it hit him. His pheromones. Shit. He’d sprayed one of Adrian’s perfumes earlier—God help him, he prayed it would hold until he could find a real suppressant.
But what did Adrian mean by "points"? And that smile...
Tell me I’m not in danger.
"Shall we go now," Adrian purred, "or should I make use of my gun?"
The words stole Daniel’s breath. Terrified, he rushed forward, falling in step behind Adrian.
Adrian’s gaze lingered hungrily on Daniel’s figure—the way the milky top clung to his chest, the way his slim waist curved. The outfit revealed far more than Daniel realized.
"What a good boy you are..." Adrian muttered darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief and twisted desire.