Chapter 45: "I want to keep breeding on you so my cum between your legs never dries off"
Ash lowered his gaze, lips parting but no words coming out. If he revealed the truth; that he was an SSS-rank omega with gifts like teleportation and sensing what others could not- Adrian might pulled away, unsettled by it. But if he lied, the truth would eventually surface, and that would cut deeper. More than anything, he didn’t want Adrian to hate him.
Adrian caught the unease in his eyes and sighed softly. "Fine. If you don’t want to tell me now, then tell me when you’re ready, alright?"
Ash nodded, relief loosening his chest.
Adrian’s expression grew serious as he leaned closer. "Do you even know what biting means? For me...I admit, I lost control. But you; what about you?"
Ash kept his eyes down. Adrian gently lifted his chin, forcing their gazes to meet.
"I don’t want you to marry Celeste," Ash muttered, almost in a whisper.
A smile curved Adrian’s lips before he pressed them against Ash’s in a deep, lingering kiss. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a low promise. "I won’t."
He wrapped Ash tightly against his chest, and Ash’s arms circled his neck in return. They stayed like that, silence and warmth filling the bath. Slowly, Adrian felt the boy’s grip loosen, a soft snore escaping his lips.
Adrian chuckled quietly. "He’s already asleep." With careful arms, he rose from the tub and carried Ash toward the bedroom.
He dried Ash gently with a towel, then laid him down on the bed, pulling the blanket over his small frame. He was just about to climb in beside him when his phone buzzled on the nightstand.
Glancing at the screen, he froze. Ash’s mother.
He answered quietly, "Hello."
Her voice came through, calm but firm. "Adrian...I was told by Aster that Ash is with you."
Adrian’s throat tightened. "Yes," he replied.
"I know you care for your brother," she continued. "You’ve been looking after him well, and I’m grateful for that."
There was a beat of silence before Adrian forced out, "It’s my duty...as his older brother."
A pause, then her tone sharpened, cutting through. "But Adrian...you know as well as I do, Ash is in heat. Heat and scent do not recognize family. As long as you’re an Alpha, it’s not suitable for you to stay near him. Bring him to me, I will take care of him."
Adrian’s jaw tightened, his eyes drifting to the bed where Ash lay sound asleep, his breathing soft and steady. What excuse could he possibly give to keep him here? There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t betray him.
He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the phone. "He’s asleep," Adrian said quietly. "I’ll...I’ll send him tomorrow morning."
On the other end, her voice came calm but firm. "Tomorrow. By 8 a.m."
The line went dead, leaving Adrian staring at the dark screen, the weight of her words pressing heavily on him.
...
When the fire tragedy struck, Ash’s mother carried an instinct deep in her heart that her son was still alive. She suspected he might have used his hidden gifts to escape, though she could not be certain-not until Aster later confirmed it. Because of that, she dismissed the trending news about Ash and Lucien’s deaths, insisting they still lived. Yet the ABO community remained restless with questions. If they had survived, how had they escaped when no one saw them come out of flames? Was it the strength of Alpha Lucien’s powers, or something else? After all, Ash was known only as a Beta; surely he couldn’t perform such wonders.
...
At the club, Martin and Naomi sat slumped at a corner table, the air with smoke and loud music. Empty bottles crowded the table, and yet they kept drinking, one bear after another, as if drowning themselves would somehow make Ash show up.
Naomi’s eyes shimmered with tears as she slurred, "Luckily...Ash is alive. But he doesn’t want to show up. I miss him so much. If he were here, he’d be up there..." she waved her hand toward the stage where the music played, "...singing for us like before..."
Martin gave a hollow, bitter laugh, almost choking on it. "Singing? You care about that? What about the physics assignment the teacher gave us? Kinematics, vectors, all that nonsense...who’s gonna solve it without Ash?"
Naomi let her head fall on the table, groaning "Well just submit it blank...what else can we do?"
They raised their bottles weakly, the glass clinking together in a shaky toast. Then their voices broke at the same time, heavy with drink and grief.
"Ash...come back to us."
Then, Martin’s blurry eyes caught a familiar face moving through the crowd of ABOs at the club. His heart jolted, pounding wildly. He pushed himself up from the chair so suddenly that Naomi blinked at him.
"Where are you going?" she asked, voice heavy with drink.
"Just a moment..." Martin muttered, already weaving his way after the figure.
He followed down the dim corridor toward the toilets. The man ahead froze and turned, his voice sharp. "Why are you following me?"
Martin leaned against the wall, trying to steady himself. "I just...couldn’t believe it. Seeing you here, in a place like this..."
The man’s eyes darkened. "I’m looking for my master."
A drunk laugh slipped from Martin’s lips. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the man’s mouth. "I can be your master...if you like."
The man flinched. "Stop."
But Martin leaned in, his breath hot with alcohol. "The moment I saw you...I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I want you."
Before the man could react, Martin pressed his lips against his. The man stiffened, pushing him back. "You’re drunk. Stop provoking me, boy."
"I’m not drunk," Martin insisted, grabbing onto him. "Let me kiss you."
He kissed him again, clinging desperately. For a moment the man was rigid, then something in him snapped; he shoved Martin back hard against the corridor wall.
Martin gasped, his back pressed firmly to the cold surface, the man’s breath hot at his ear.
"You provoked me..." the man growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Martin felt fingers at his waist, tugging, lowering his pants with a sudden force. His whole body shuddered, confusion and fear blurring with drunken desire. Then; an abrupt, burning intrusion made him cry out, tears stinging his eyes.
"Aster...he whispered brokenly, his voice catching. "I didn’t mean..."
...
Morning light slipped through the curtains. Adrian checked the clock; 7:36. He knew Ash had to be home before eight, but looking at him asleep on his chest, he couldn’t let go.
Ash’s eyes fluttered open. Adrian whispered, "You’re awake...good. Let’s use these ten minutes before your mother takes you."
Ash blinked in surprise. " I just woke up, Adrian..."
Adrian cut him off with a kiss and moved between his thighs, pushing in without warning. Ash gasped, eyes wide gripping the blanket.
"Adrian...you should have told me first..."
"That’s why it’s called morning glory," Adrian murmured, pumping into him, kissing him again so he couldn’t protest.
The bed rocked with their hurried rhythm, Ash’s soft moans filling the room. It didn’t take long before they both released, clinging to each other breathlessly.
But Adrian wasn’t done. He turned Ash over, pressing him against the bedstand, sliding back inside with a groan.
Ash shivered, tears at the corner of his eyes. "Adrian...you’re still hard?"
Adrian leaned over his back, voice rough. "I want to keep breeding on you so my cum between your legs never dries off"
Two hours later...
They lay side by side, chests rising and falling, sweat cooling on their skin.
Ash turned his head, his voice weak but teasing. "Adrian...you said ten minutes. You’ve taken two hours."
Adrian gave a small laugh, then sighed, brushing his damp hair back. "I just can’t get enough of you..." His smile faltered, sadness creeping into his eyes. "But since your mother wants you, I need to stop."
Ash blinked, a little surprised. "You stopped because of my mother? So if it wasn’t for her...you’d still keep going?"
Adrian met his gaze seriously, his hand tightening over Ash’s. "If I could, I’d hold you like this forever. You’re the only one who makes me lose control."
For a moment, silence lingered, heavy with meaning. Then Adrian forced a small smile and sat up. "Come on, we should get ready before she calls."
Once they were dressed, Adrian led Ash to the couch. He sat down, then patted his lap with a faint smile. "Come here. I want to give you something."
Ash curious, settled onto his lap. "What is it?"
Adrian reached into the drawer by the couch and pulled out two woven bracelets. He slipped one around his own wrist, then lifted the other.
"Give me your hand," he murmured.
Ash hesitated, confused, but stretched out his wrist. Adrian fastened the bracelet gently, then pressed a kiss against it. "Keep it. Always."
Ash stared at it quietly. This bracelet...it looks familiar. Where have I seen it before?