Shen Yuan's distinctive sweet, citrusy pheromones soon leaked from the back of his neck. It assaulted Bai Tingfeng's senses, ruthlessly tempting the alpha to submit to his carnal desires.
Bai Tingfeng's knees buckled, stopping them on their track.
"You guys…" Trystan looked back at them, wide-eyed and flushed. "Seriously?!"
Shen Yuan viewed him with annoyance enough to strangle him under normal circumstances. "Don't react like you will still get hard on me, okay? I have been marked by my husband! My pheromones only appeal to him."
He looked beside him, and there, he met the smothering gaze of his alpha.
If they weren't at the back of the crowded ballroom, Shen Yuan would love to submit to that hot, alpha male gaze.
Hell, he's willing to drench the floor with their body fluids all night long.
But with respect to their public situation, Shen Yuan had to rein in his body's natural and worldly instincts and get the hell out of there before anything else.
