Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Between lust and guilt.
Alexander continued the kiss, making sure to touch every inch of Daniel’s face. Xylander, who had bent down, took Daniel’s chest and little boobs into his lips, sucking them all the way.
Draven’s hands followed through, falling on his bulge, which he fondled with gentle movements. While fondling him, his mouth still didn’t leave Daniel’s lips, ravaging them with ultimate hunger.
Daniel arched his back at the soft caress of their tongues on his flesh, which made him even more aroused. All of Xylander’s handiwork showed, as he had made it a point of duty to consume every part of Daniel’s body.
Alexander and Draven almost fought for his face, each of them battling with their tongues as though to lick the flesh right off Daniel’s skin. The latter finally had enough.
"Stop! I can’t even feel my body anymore." He looked at the three men, all lust-starved, obviously craving more of him—and so did he—but this wasn’t going to work out.
Fighting over his body like this might even lead to them tearing him limb by limb, and he knew too well they could actually do it.
"The honeymoon—aren’t we going again?" Daniel’s question hung in the air as he looked at the three, acting as if he hadn’t just tried to have his way with all of them moments ago.
Honeymoon? Now? Why of all times, when he was burning with a deadly urge to make Daniel completely his on that bed? His body paid the price—his dick and internal organs heated up so badly. Daniel, too, had miraculously hit his heat period, but he couldn’t go on with this act.
His dignity was more important than anything else, and being penetrated by three huge men was no flex. His body wouldn’t survive the heavy consequences that came with such an intense session.
"Daniel, did we do it wrong? Why the change?" Alex wanted to know, confused, because he had been enjoying every bit of it. Or was it only his husband Daniel wanted to have sex with?
Daniel refused to engage in any talk. He just looked at each of them with a hard gaze that wasn’t easy to read.
"Yep, he doesn’t like it..." Draven made a mental note, though it pained him to be the one at the receiving end this time.
Xylander’s face turned gloomy. He felt like Daniel wasn’t feeling him anymore. He had entered the room to see Daniel and Draven deeply entangled, but now they’d stopped. Was he not as enticing as Draven?
Slipping on his clothes, he left the room without a word, followed by Alexander, who went after Xylander.
Awkwardly, Draven stood there staring into space. Daniel, who had gone into the bathroom, didn’t come out—God knows when he would.
As the sound of running water filled the silence, Draven received a text message. It was from Xylander:
"Get Daniel down here with his belongings. We have to start going."
And that was it—no other message followed. While putting his clothes back on, Draven thought about the little scene that had just taken place.
The look on their faces when Daniel denied them further touch had been bold. Even his husband felt betrayed—he had seen it clearly. Daniel had unknowingly made him hated in that moment. If they began to see him as a threat, he might be sent away, and that was the last thing he wanted—especially now that he was building a deeper connection with Daniel.
But Daniel was married. Wasn’t this bad? This action he was trying to take... Yet, anything for love. He had fallen madly for Daniel Morreti.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, deep in the bathtub, Daniel was lost in his own dark thoughts. His family suddenly came to mind. He hadn’t truly paid them back for the pain they caused him—his revenge journey hadn’t even begun. He felt like he was losing himself, abandoning the reason he stepped into the marriage in the first place.
First, it was Draven—he had gotten him curious and made him feel things he never did before. Their first sex, that kiss—it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. But that act didn’t just stick with him; it stole half of his soul. Even when he was trapped in Adrian’s cages, he still thought of Draven. Something that had never happened before.
When he was shot by those evil men, the kind of anxiety that gripped him had been unbearable. He almost felt suffocated, like losing himself entirely because Draven was injured—as if a part of him was dying. He had cried, really cried, for a man that wasn’t even his.
And now, he was pregnant. That thought scared him to death. It wasn’t the baby’s fault—he would have loved the child deeply—but in this cruel society, an unborn child didn’t deserve the fate omegas were forced to carry. If it were a girl, life might have been easier—but fate could be cruel. What if it was a boy?
And based on his encounter, it was obviously Draven’s baby. Could he really protect his child? And what about Xylander—his husband? Was he truly part of this situationship? Because if your husband doesn’t accept your love, and now you’re pregnant with another man’s child—wouldn’t he abandon you?
Daniel felt his guard breaking down slowly in Xylander’s presence.
No, Daniel. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was meant to disregard romance, get rich through this marriage, destroy his enemies and family, sign a divorce, and disappear somewhere far away. But now, he was getting more entangled—and Alexander was added to the mix.
He still remembered those forbidden words Alexander had whispered into his ear in the kitchen, and it still excited him. That was why he had wanted the foursome earlier, but when the crushing feeling hit him—that he would lose himself completely—he came back to his senses and stopped everything.
Damn, why did it have to be so complicated?
After the honeymoon, he would at least start something—maybe interrogate Adrian, begin his suffering, and then break him down into an empty shell, a puppet of his making. He wouldn’t kill him—no, that would be too easy. He’d use him, destroy him from the inside, and only then end his life.
That monstrous human didn’t deserve happiness. Daniel sneered and sank deeper into the water, washing himself clean for the so-called honeymoon.
But as he was washing, a sudden thought hit him.
Oh fuck—all three men were coming to the honeymoon. How the hell was he supposed to control himself?
As the thought crossed his mind, his bulge rose. He facepalmed himself.
There went his self-control...