Chapter 8

Brooklyn didn't know whether he was in heat, but he definitely felt so hot that it was unbearable. The only thing that could cool him down was Dimitri, so he inched even closer to the latter.

The blood rushed from Dimitri's head to his dick. He looked at Brooklyn and caressed his head, saying, "You can't do this to me."

"Do what?" Brooklyn asked. His voice was hoarse, and he had no idea what he was doing anymore.

"Don't rub yourself against me," Dimitri rasped. He pushed Brooklyn away slightly. "The study isn't the right—"

Before he could finish, Brooklyn kissed him. In that instant, all of Dimitri's rationality was sealed away. What was so bad about having sex in the study?

"Mr. Wood—" Heather entered the room, seeing Dimitri and Brooklyn with their lips locked.

Dimitri immediately clamped his hands over Brooklyn's ears and gave Heather a cold look. She dropped her head, knowing she'd made a mistake. She backed out without another word and shut the door.

Brooklyn looked at Dimitri in confusion, not knowing why the latter had suddenly covered his ears.

"It's nothing." Dimitri kissed the corner of his eye while reaching to unbutton his shirt. With his other hand, he pushed the things on the desk aside.

"Mr. Wood, I can't stand the heat," Brooklyn gasped.

"Call me Dimitri." He kissed Brooklyn and grabbed the cushion on his seat, throwing it onto the desk. Then, he pinned Brooklyn to the desk.

Brooklyn still had yet to learn how to breathe with his nose while kissing; he panted as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were red, and his mind was a pile of goo. Tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was lying on his front on the desk.

Their pheromones filled the room—there was the slightest hint of oranges in the mix. This was Dimitri's first time smelling the scent of Brooklyn's pheromones. It was refreshing and zesty. To Dimitri, it was the best aphrodisiac in existence. His actions became more urgent.

"Be good. Stay on your front like this," he told Brooklyn, trying to hold himself back.

He took Brooklyn's clothes off, and the desk became a mess.

…

When Brooklyn woke up, he found himself in his room. His body was still burning—it seemed he was still in heat. He remembered it had already been three or four days since he'd started going into heat, though. The days had passed in a haze of passion.

He barely had any idea what he'd done over the past few days because of his heat. Now that it had somewhat passed and his rationality had returned to him, he found that his legs were so weak he couldn't get out of bed.

This was essentially only his second encounter with Dimitri. How could he have had the guts to do something like this? When had he become such a pervert?

Brooklyn couldn't help finding himself shameless. He wrapped the sheets around himself and rolled around on the bed. It was embarrassing, but the experience had been thoroughly pleasurable. If possible, he still wanted…

"I want more," he muttered.

"Zachary."

"I'm here!" Brooklyn responded instinctively. Only then did he notice Dimitri was on his laptop while seated in a corner. Did that mean he'd heard Brooklyn's earlier mutter?

Brooklyn stared at Dimitri dazedly. Perhaps he'd be better off dead now.

"How do you feel?" Dimitri set the laptop aside and looked at Brooklyn, his gaze filled with tenderness and heartache.

"Great. I'm great!" Brooklyn didn't dare to say anything else. He was the one who'd taken advantage of Dimitri, after all. If not for him suddenly going into heat, Dimitri wouldn't have had to spend the past three or four days satisfying him.

Besides, the fact that he, a low-ranked Omega, could have sex with a top-ranked Alpha like Dimitri was already a blessing.

"What is it that's so great?" Dimitri smiled affectionately. He slowly got up and approached Brooklyn, feeling the latter's forehead. "You're still a little hot; I think you're in the end stages of your heat. It'll probably take another couple of days for it to subside."

He looked into Brooklyn's eyes, and his smile widened. "You'll be fine after a few more days of rest. Then, you can go back to university."

"Huh?" Brooklyn was taken aback. He stared at Dimitri dazedly. Had Dimitri mentioned going back to university? Was Zachary underage? Could he sleep with others when he was underage?

This was what Brooklyn thought, but he didn't dare say anything. He could only stare wordlessly at Dimitri.

"You don't want to go back to university?" Dimitri stroked his cheek. "I know you don't like to study, but you should at least graduate and get your degree. You're already halfway there, anyway."

Brooklyn still didn't speak. His eyes reddened slightly, and he bit his lip tightly.

"What's wrong? Are you that against going back to your studies?" Dimitri looked like he had a headache coming on. "Be good and at least complete your degree, okay?"

His tone was patient and gentle. He sounded like he was coaxing a child.

"It's not like that," Brooklyn said. "I want to go to university."

It wasn't that Brooklyn didn't want to go to university. He was acting like this because he was too happy. He hadn't even gotten through high school—his father's sudden passing and his mother abandoning him had made him drop out when he was in his junior year of high school.

He'd been working hard to put food on the table since then, and he'd always been envious of the people his age, who could continue studying. If possible, he wanted to go to university and see what university life was like.

"That's good." Dimitri held him close. "You're much more obedient than before. It'd be nice if you could be like this forever."

Brooklyn couldn't help feeling anxious when he heard that. He suddenly recalled Kenneth telling him that he was supposed to be acting like Zachary. Logically speaking, Zachary was an obnoxious, rich kid. He had to be as snotty as one could imagine.

Brooklyn told himself that he couldn't continue like this. If he did, Dimitri would realize he wasn't Zachary. He had to be more obnoxious!

"I—" He was just about to speak when Dimitri cut him off.

"Are you hungry? I'll have someone prepare something for you." Dimitri was about to get up when he lost his balance and toppled back onto the bed.

"Can you do it?" Brooklyn asked in concern. "I can handle this myself. You shouldn't move around so much with your bad leg."

Dimitri couldn't help chuckling at that. He reached out to stop Brooklyn from getting out of bed and pulled the latter into his arms. "You should just stay in bed. I'll have someone bring the food in."

Brooklyn didn't dare move, afraid that he would set Dimitri on fire again. Fortunately, the latter merely held him tenderly this time. They didn't stay like that for too long.

"Mr. Wood, the food is ready." It was Heather at the door.