Kai – After the Storm
Kai was fucking wrecked.
Sweat stuck to his skin, his chest still rising and falling like he'd just run for his life. He lay sprawled on the mattress, bare from the waist up, sweatpants clinging low on his hips. His thighs were sticky with slick. His neck burned where the suppressant patch had failed — useless against the storm that had already ripped through his body.
"Shit," he whispered, voice hoarse.
Everything ached.
His cock was soft now, twitching slightly from overstimulation, but the fire hadn't really gone out. Not fully. The heat still curled low in his belly — a dull throb between his legs that made it hard to think straight.
Worse than that?
He could still feel him.
Lucien.
That fucking Alpha.
All it took was a stare and his whole body had gone into meltdown mode. Kai had tried to hold back, tried to fight it, but it was like something inside him had just... snapped.
He hated it.
He hated how good it had felt.
He sat up, wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. His fingers were slick — wet with his own mess. The room stank of sex and heat and omega need. He didn't even want to imagine what it'd be like if anyone walked in right now.
Not that anyone ever did.
He got to his feet on shaky legs and moved to the busted mirror above the sink. His reflection looked like shit — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glassy with afterglow.
And still… somehow hungry.
Gods, he was not doing this again.
He splashed cold water on his face, trying to focus, to think. He needed to get his scent under control. Burn the sheets. Leave the city. Hell, leave the damn continent if that's what it took to get away from this bond.
Because if Lucien ever found him in this state…
Kai shuddered.
He wasn't sure if he was terrified, or turned on as hell.
Lucien – Somewhere in the City
The moment Kai cummed , Lucien felt it.
He was standing in silence, staring out at the city lights from his private suite, when the bond hit him like a goddamn punch to the gut.
Heat.
Omega.
His omega.
Lucien's jaw clenched, breath catching in his throat as the scent ghosted over him — not physically, not really, but strong enough to make his body react.
Kai was in heat.
And not just in heat.
He was touching himself.
Lucien didn't need to see it. He knew.
That broken, gasping edge of desperation. That thick, sweet omega slick that filled the air like a drug. He could feel it all. Hear the ragged moans in his head. Smell the scent of unclaimed, needy skin.
His cock twitched hard in his pants, thickening fast. He didn't even try to stop it.
Kai had looked him dead in the eye and tried to act like it meant nothing.
But now he was alone, legs spread, soaked in his own slick and crying out for something his hands couldn't give.
"Fuck," Lucien growled under his breath.
He turned from the balcony, cold fire building in his chest.
This wasn't just instinct anymore. The bond was forming fast — too fast — and if he didn't get to Kai soon, someone else might catch that scent.
And that?
That was not gonna happen.
He pulled his coat on, sharp movements, controlled rage simmering beneath the surface.
Then, quietly, he gave the order.
"Track him. I want his location within the hour."
Lucien – Want, Unleashed
Lucien kicked the door shut behind him, breath heavy.
The moment he stepped into his room, he lost all pretense of control.
His hand was already on his belt, yanking it open, pants shoved down fast. His cock sprang free — already hard, leaking, aching with a pulse that had nothing to do with logic.
It was him.
That omega.
Kai.
His scent clung to Lucien's skin like smoke — thick, sweet, hot as sin. The kind of smell that made an Alpha lose his fucking mind. And Lucien? He was already there.
He wrapped his hand around his length, growling low as he started to jerk himself — slow and rough. The first stroke made him hiss through his teeth.
"Fucking hell…"
He could see it — Kai on his back, flushed and needy, slick dripping down his thighs, begging without words. The heat had cracked him open and Lucien felt it.
Felt how empty he was.
How badly he needed to be filled.
How hard he was clenching down, waiting for a cock, for his cock.
Lucien's jaw tightened.
He squeezed harder, pumping himself with harsh strokes, precum spilling over his knuckles. Every muscle in his body was tight, like if he didn't come soon, he'd tear the damn walls apart.
"Moaning my name," he muttered under his breath, voice a growl. "Dripping all over the fucking sheets... needing me to fuck that pretty hole raw…"
His hand moved faster now, hips jerking into his palm.
He imagined gripping Kai's throat while pushing deep inside him — slow at first, just to make him whimper, then pounding into him until the only sound was skin slapping and the sharp, wet suck of his body trying to pull him deeper.
He was made for this.
Kai was made to take him.
That sweet little Omega hole, slick and tight and hungry—
That soft stomach, shaking with every thrust—
That mouth, gasping, crying out, trying to say "stop" when his body said "more".
Lucien snarled, sweat rolling down his spine.
He fucked his fist like he was buried in Kai's heat — fast, deep, hard enough to make the bed rattle. His balls tightened, the bond howling inside his chest like a beast off its chain.
And when he cummed, it was like a punch to the gut — loud, rough, groaning his name like it hurt. Hot cum spilled across his hand, thick and messy, dripping down his knuckles and abs.
He stood there a second, chest heaving.
Then: "I'm gonna break you, pretty boy."
Not out of cruelty.
Out of hunger.
Out of need.
Out of the fucking bond dragging them together like gravity.