Chapter 3

Brooklyn wanted to explain further, but Dimitri oppressed him into silence before he could say anything. Though Dimitri was crippled, he was still an Alpha. The oppression from his pheromones made it hard for Brooklyn, who was a low-ranked Omega, to breathe.

Brooklyn practically fell into Dimitri's arms and let out a strangled moan. "Don't…"

He placed a hand on Dimitri's shoulder, wanting to stand up. However, the latter held his hand and followed it up to undress him. He placed his other hand on Brooklyn's waist and said, "I won't let you run away again."

"No…" Brooklyn wasn't trying to run. It was just that he couldn't lie to Dimitri because he wasn't Zachary. "I'm not Zachary Hart. My name is—"

Dimitri silenced him with a kiss. He wanted to run, but the kiss was making his legs go weak. He could only curl up in Dimitri's arms, feeling like he'd turned to jelly. He was also getting hard.

"You're getting wet." Dimitri felt him down there. "Still trying to run?"

Brooklyn couldn't think straight now. He could only whine and moan. "Yeah…"

It was hard to tell whether he was responding to Dimitri's first or second sentence. Either way, it didn't really matter to him—Brooklyn wasn't getting anywhere.

"Be good and open your mouth," Dimitri said gently. Brooklyn was still out of it and did as told. Then, Dimitri kissed him again. His body started burning up as Dimitri explored the crevices of his mouth.

"Get on the bed," Dimitri said. Brooklyn obediently did as told while Dimitri slowly took his coat off. He glanced at the door, which had been locked. His pheromones had already permeated the room, and Brooklyn was wriggling restlessly on the bed.

Dimitri hadn't expected it to be so easy to push Brooklyn into heat with his pheromones.

"It's so hot…" Brooklyn was on fire. He told Dimitri, "I want you."

Dimitri chuckled. At least he'd achieved his goal. He slowly joined Brooklyn on the bed, where the latter came close and clung to him. He gently rubbed Brooklyn's earlobe and whispered huskily, "You're going to have to do it yourself if you want me. I can't move my legs, after all."

Brooklyn's eyes were red and filled with tears as he looked down at Dimitri's legs. He was thoroughly aroused now, but so was Dimitri. The latter was merely holding himself back.

"Okay," Brooklyn said. Dimitri chuckled again and nibbled on his earlobe before licking it. He wrapped an arm around Brooklyn's waist and unbuckled the latter's belt.

Once he caught something that belonged to him, he wouldn't give them the chance to run away.

Their pheromones mingled in the room, and the dim, warm lights added to the amorosity. As they came together, their muffled moans and grunts filled the room. The sheets became a mess underneath their entangled bodies.

Dimitri looked up at Brooklyn as the latter moved atop his body, his smile doting and tender. He held Brooklyn's waist and said softly, "Come on, you're going to have to move if you want to feel good."

Brooklyn didn't understand what that meant, but he couldn't handle the desire burning through him. He sat down on Dimitri and cried out in pain. They both knew this would be a sleepless night…