The security guard barely spared Alex a glance before stepping aside, allowing him to pass without question. The heavy glass doors of the building slid shut behind him with a quiet hiss, sealing him inside.
Alex swallowed hard, his throat dry as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 16th floor. As the doors closed, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirrored walls—his face was pale, his expression drawn tight with unease. His pulse throbbed in his ears.
His memories of Damien were filled with tenderness—fingers tracing his skin with reverence, sweet whispers that made his heart swell, lips that kissed him with passion... Damien had always been intense, but never cruel. He had never been the type to take without giving, never selfish with his touch. Always careful to check up on him if he was alright.
But the man who waited for him beyond those elevator doors no longer felt like the Damien he once knew. He felt like something else entirely.
The elevator chimed softly as it reached its destination, the doors sliding open to reveal a dimly lit hallway. The silence was oppressive, the air thick with a tension that made Alex's stomach churn.
Step by step, he moved toward the office door, his every movement feeling sluggish, as though wading through something unseen. He hesitated for a second, his knuckles hovering over the polished wood before he finally knocked—lightly, uncertainly.
"Enter," Damien's voice rang out—cold, detached.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open. The office was vast, enveloped in shadows with only the city lights filtering through the expansive windows. Two imposing sofas faced each other, separated by a grand desk that held dominion over the room. Damien lounged casually on one of the sofas, a smirk playing on his lips, sending shivers racing down Alex's spine. His dark eyes glimmered with a dangerous gleam, the gaze of a predator sizing up its prey.
"Take off your pants and bend down, elbows on the desk," Damien commanded, his tone flat, carrying an air of authority that left no room for argument. A surge of panic washed over Alex, freezing him in place, as if the very air had turned to ice around him.
"Did you not hear me?" Damien's voice dripped with menace, snapping Alex back to the present. Swallowing thickly, he shuffled toward the desk, his sneakers making soft thuds against the polished floor. He removed his sneakers, followed by his jeans, the cold air biting against his skin as he bent over. The cool wood of the desk pressed against his forearms, heightening his sense of vulnerability. He felt utterly exposed, clad only in a t-shirt and a thin sweater that seemed pathetically inadequate.
Damien got up, footsteps approaching with a deliberate slowness that sent Alex's heart racing, then he heard him unzipping his pants.
The sudden sensation of hands grasping his behind startled him even though he was expecting it. Damien's thumbs parted the cleft of his ass.
"Nice and loose. Just as I asked," he heard him say then with a swift, hard thrust, Damien entered him.
Alex gasped, feeling the breath crushed from his lungs.
"Don't clench like that! You want to cut my dick off!" Damien hissed, his fingers digging into Alex's hips.
Alex tried to relax. It wasn't like Damien was the first alpha to fuck him like that. In fact, most alphas he had dealt with during his heats would make him bend over and fuck him like he was just some hole they could use freely, for the sole purpose of their pleasure and satisfaction.
But, ironically, it was Damien who had taught him what it meant to have a considerate lover. A lover that treated him tenderly. That didn't just turn him around and rammed him from behind with complete lack of consideration.
Of course, that Damien had been an illusion. A one week fever dream. This Damien here was the true face beneath that mask of love and tenderness.
Each thrust grew faster, hungrier—an onslaught demanding surrender. Despite himself, Alex's body began to betray him; a heated arousal surged through him, mingled with agony and pleasure, crafting a confusing kaleidoscope of sensation within. The rhythmic slam of flesh on flesh echoed in his ears, drowning out all coherent thought.
Alex attempted to seal his lips, stifling any sounds that threatened to escape. "Uh… ah," he let out a moan, unable to hold back as Damien's movements became more intense.
Damien's hands slipped beneath his clothing, caressing his abdomen and teasing his nipples.
"Uh... uh... ah," Alex continued to moan, the sensations overwhelming him.
With a powerful grip, Damien pulled him closer, so that Alex's back nearly melded with Damien's chest. In a fluid motion, he skillfully removed Alex's sweater and T-shirt, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Now, Alex found himself entirely bare, a wave of unfamiliar sensations washing over him. A dizzying euphoria swept through his body, leaving him breathless as reality began to slip away. Although Damien had paused his thrusting, his hands roamed freely across Alex's chest and stomach. Then, without warning, Alex felt the warm, wet touch of Damien's tongue delicately tracing the sensitive skin at his nape, where his pheromone glands were.
Of course, Damien didn't know that he had pheromone glands because he thought he was a beta. Even for betas, the spot where pheromone glands were supposed to be, felt soft and slightly red like it was the case with alphas and omegas. The only exception was that betas could not release or feel pheromones.
Despite being an omega, the pills had made Alex incapable of sensing or releasing pheromones too. It was also impossible for him to be marked or get pregnant.
But still, Damien's tongue licking that spot made him quiver for some reason.
"Uh," a soft moan slipped from Alex's lips as he felt Damien's teeth graze the sensitive skin of his nape.
Driven by instinct, he found himself pushing back against Damien, spreading his legs a bit wider in invitation. Almost immediately, Damien twitched in reaction.
Alex caught the sound of Damien's breath hitching behind him. "Do you like this?" Damien asked.
"No," Alex barely managed to mumble.
It was a lie of course. He did like it. He liked it so much that it terrified him.
"No?" Damien chuckled and licked his nape again, nipping at the skin with his teeth.
Alex's body mirrored the same instinctive response, jerking backward and drawing himself closer to Damien as he spread himself wider.
Suddenly, Damien pulled out. Alex's legs felt like jelly beneath him, forcing him to grip the desk for balance. As he turned his head, he saw Damien stripping off his pants and shirt.
What is this crazy man doing? Alex wondered, his vision a bit blurry. I thought he was just going to fuck me over the desk to his heart content and send me my way.
An ominous feeling tugged at Alex's heart and for same reason, the back of his neck felt tingly and hot.