Two hours from the city, Lucian drove toward the port. The roads grew quieter as the city's glow faded. Near the docks, he parked in a secluded spot and stored the truck in his spatial space. The port was closed, so he jogged through the cool night air to the pier where his yacht was docked.
He slowed down, taking in the sight. The yacht gleamed faintly under the dock lights. It was sleek, modern, and perfectly maintained. No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't help but admire its design.
The black-and-white hull stood out against the dark water. Multiple decks offered comfort and function—open spaces for relaxing, dining, and watching the waves. Inside, the main salon was bright and minimalist, furnished with white leather seats and a glass coffee table.
The master suite was cozy, with a large bed, soft lighting, and ocean-facing windows. The modern bathroom featured dual sinks and clean lines. The kitchen was tidy and equipped with new appliances and a small dining nook by the helm, making it ideal for quiet meals. The garage held two jet skis and a compact motorboat.
After a brief tour, Lucian went up to the main deck and started the engine. The low hum vibrated beneath his feet as the yacht drifted from the harbor into the open sea. By then, night had deepened, and only a few other boats dotted the horizon. When he was certain no one else was nearby, he slowed to a stop and prepared to anchor.
Before doing so, he changed into a black rash guard and matching shorts, then headed down to the garage. Pulling one of the jet skis into the water, he jumped in after it, climbed aboard. For a moment, he just sat there, scanning the dark surroundings. Convinced he was alone, he stored the yacht in his space, leaving only himself and the jet ski on the open water.
Lucian rode back toward the coast, stopping at a secluded area near the shore. One of his quiet passions was swimming, so without hesitation, he dove into the water and put the jet ski into his space before swimming the rest of the way.
When he reached the beach, he took a few moments to catch his breath, then retrieved a fresh set of clothes, a towel, alcohol wipes, and one of his Range Rovers from his space. Lucian was meticulous, and he never skipped disinfection after being in open water. He wiped down thoroughly before slipping into a comfortable black cotton shirt, shorts, and rubber shoes.
He slid into the driver's seat of his armored SUV, the leather cool against his skin. The vehicle had been customized for durability and protection—bulletproof glass, reinforced panels, and an upgraded engine.
By 11:20 p.m., Lucian arrived at the hotel he had booked near the port the day before. As he stepped through the glass doors, the cool air of the lobby greeted him, along with a polite smile from the receptionist behind the counter.
"Good evening, Mr. Wang. We've received all your packages—they've already been placed inside your suite. Also, your guest, Mr. McKenzie, arrived about an hour ago," the receptionist said with a polite smile.
"Thank you, Jessica," Lucian replied, returning her smile as he handed her a 10,000 Starlight tip. The receptionist's eyes widened slightly before she beamed in gratitude.
As he walked toward the elevator, a quiet sense of anticipation stirred in him. It had only been a day, yet he already missed Cyril. During their courtship, their closeness had grown through small gestures—holding hands and shared embraces. But now that their relationship had a name, everything felt different. More intimate. More real. And for someone his age, the ache of wanting more was difficult to ignore.
When he reached his suite and opened the door, the sight that greeted him made his heart skip.
Cyril was sitting on the sofa; eyes fixed on the television screen. The soft glow of the TV lit his delicate features.
["Breaking news: According to the Blue Star Health Organization, the number of infected patients in Ameron has risen to thirty. Authorities have begun tracing and quarantining all known contacts. BSHO has also partnered with Celestial Pharmaceutical to begin clinical trials in search of a cure. Citizens are advised to stay calm, wear masks, sanitize regularly, and maintain good health."]
Lucian frowned slightly as he listened, stepping closer until he stood behind the sofa.
"Do you think they'll find a cure?" he asked quietly.
Cyril flinched, startled—he hadn't noticed Lucian entered.
"I… don't know," he said after a pause. "But Celestial Pharmaceutical has a good record. They're the ones who developed the cancer cure, after all."
Lucian's gaze lingered. Cyril's hair was clipped loosely, exposing the pale line of his neck. Tiny droplets clung to his skin, trailing from his collarbone down beneath the folds of his white bathrobe. The faint scent of soap still hung in the air—sweet and tempting.
Cyril's fingers tightened around the edge of the robe, his cheeks flushed pink under Lucian's stare.
Lucian turned away abruptly, jaw tightening. "I'll take a shower," he said, his voice lower than he intended, and disappeared into the bathroom before his self-control wavered.
When Lucian disappeared into the bathroom, Cyril let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His cheeks still felt warm, and his heart wouldn't calm down.
This was his first real relationship. Even though, as a doctor and obstetrician, he knew all the clinical aspects of sexual intercourse, it didn't prepare him for how it actually felt — The nervousness, the flutter in his chest that made him feel both shy and excited,
Maybe things were moving quickly, but somehow, to Cyril, it felt right.
He thought back to his childhood — a home filled with silence and distance. His parents' marriage had been arranged; love was never part of it. As their only child and an omega in a family that valued alphas above all else, he had always been treated like a disappointment. He learned early to stay quiet, to avoid trouble, to expect little.
It wasn't until he turned twenty that he finally found the courage to leave home and start over on his own. Since then, he had built a calm, stable life — but also a lonely one.
Then Lucian entered his life — steady, thoughtful, and unexpectedly gentle. His presence filled that emptiness little by little, until Cyril found himself looking forward to every message, every glance, every quiet moment they shared.
He didn't want luxury or grand gestures. He just wanted to be loved — to feel warmth, to be seen, to belong. And with Lucian, for the first time, that felt possible.
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A few minutes later, the door opened, and Lucian emerged. His dark hair was damp, tousled, and a matching robe was tied loosely around his waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of a powerfully sculpted chest still glistening with moisture. He moved with a predator's grace, and his usual composed expression softened when he saw Cyril waiting quietly on the bed, his posture calm but his hands clasped tightly in his lap.
Lucian smiled as he walked over. "Sweetheart," he said gently, sitting beside him. "What are you thinking about?"
Cyril's throat was dry. He met those intense eyes, seeing not just hunger, but a fondness that made his heart stutter. "That I love you," he said softly, a shy but honest smile forming on his lips.
Lucian's lips curved into a warm smile as he drew Cyril into his arms. "Me too. I love you, Cyril Mckenzie." Lucian's declaration was firm. He leaned down, and his lips captured Cyril's in a kiss that was impossibly soft yet searingly hot. It wasn't demanding; it was claiming. His tongue slid against Cyril's, a slow, tantalizing invitation to a dance Cyril was eager to join.
Yet the night was far from over. Lucian's pheromones lingered, reigniting their desire for another round, their scents pulling them back into the vortex of passion.
Lucian's hand snaked inside Cyril's robe, his fingers grazing the omega's warm, silken skin, finding a hardened nipple that he pinches and rolls between his fingers. The sudden jolt of pleasure makes Cyril moan into their passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with Lucian's.
"Mmm... Lucian..." Cyril purrs, arching into the alpha's touch.
The contact sent a surge of Cyril's elegant lavender pheromones wafting into the air, wrapping around Lucian like an invisible caress. It hit him like a drug, making his head spin and his cock twitch with immediate need.
As Lucian's fingers continued their assault—twirling the sensitive bud, pinching it until it swelled, and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles—the omega's pheromones intensified, filling the room with an elegant fragrance that evoked blooming lavender fields under a crisp dawn. It mingled with Lucian's own pheromones, a rich blend of crisp apple, sparkling citrus, warm cinnamon, and earthy sandalwood, creating a heady aroma that made Cyril's body respond involuntarily. His skin prickled with heat, his hole slicking up in anticipation, and he could feel the alpha's scent seeping into his pores, numbing his senses and stoking the fire in his core.
As Cyril whimpers and trembles against him, Lucian marvels at the omega's delicate beauty. He can't get enough.
"Your scent... It's driving me insane, sweetheart," Lucian whispered, his voice husky. The omega's pheromones hit him like a drug, making his head spin and his cock twitch with immediate need.
Their heated kiss deepened, tongues tangling with desperate hunger, each inhale drawing in the other's essence and fueling their lust.
Cyril was overwhelmed by the sensations rippling through his body, a storm of pleasure that made his knees weak. But instead of pulling away, he craved more—his body screaming for it. With a surge of courage fueled by raw lust, Cyril broke the kiss, panting. A string of saliva connected their lips for a second before Cyril leaned forward. He trailed his tongue along the drool-slicked path on the alpha's face, not caring whose it was, savoring the sweet taste as he licked down to Lucian's Adam's apple and inhaling the heady musk of the alpha's scent. It's intoxicating, masculine, and powerful. Cyril wants to drown in it.
Sucking gently at first, then with more fervor, Cyril elicited a hoarse, deep moan from Lucian that reverberated through them both.
"Fuck, Cyril... that feels incredible," Lucian growled, tilting his head back to give Cyril better access, his eyes darkening with primal need.
Cyril flushed at the sound, a mix of embarrassment and delight, but it only spurred him on. He continued to lavish attention on Lucian's Adam's apple, sucking and licking with increasing fervor, feeling the alpha's pulse throb under his tongue.
As Cyril's mouth worked its magic, Lucian couldn't hold back. With a surge of dominance tempered by tenderness, he grabbed Cyril's slender waist and swiftly stripped away the robe, laying him down on the bed like a precious offering. Cyril gasped, his pale skin flushing a beautiful, rosy pink under Lucian's hooded, ravenous gaze, his body trembling under the weight of Lucian's muscular form enveloping him. It was a delicious suppression, exciting and terrifying all at once, making him release even more pheromones—a challenge that tested Lucian's restraint.
'Like a lamb for the sacrifice,' Lucian thought, his smile turning wolfish as he leaned down, capturing Cyril's mouth in another soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
When they parted, Cyril let out a needy whine, and Lucian chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over the omega's swollen lips.
"Don't worry, love, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his eyes locked on Cyril's with unwavering intensity.
Trailing kisses down Cyril's chin, Lucian ventured lower, his lips blazing a path to the omega's left nipple, that protruding red cherry he couldn't resist.
"This is mine," Lucian growled possessively, before diving in, sucking it with unrestrained hunger, his tongue swirling and flicking in ways that made Cyril arch off the bed.
"Oh, Lucian... yes, just like that... it feels so good," Cyril moaned, his fingers tangling in Lucian's hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His eyes rolled back when Lucian grazed the sensitive peak with his teeth, lapping at it soothingly afterward. Lucian's hands roamed with purpose—one teasing the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it swelled, the other caressing every curve of Cyril's body like it's a masterpiece.
As Lucian's tongue and fingers worked Cyril's chest, their pheromones created a feedback loop—the alpha's sandalwood depth mingling with the omega's apple-fresh allure, causing Cyril's skin to flush and his cock to leak pre-cum, and the overwhelming scent pushed him to the brink.
" Nggh...Lucian...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." Cyril cried out, his voice breaking with raw emotion as the electricity surged through him. Lucian released the nipple with a wet pop and surged up to kiss him deeply, their tongues entwining in a dance of pure ecstasy. As Cyril's release hit, a sticky warmth spread between them, and Lucian chuckled breathlessly.
While Cyril was still lost in the haze, Lucian kissed his way down, leaving a trail of marks across his neck, collarbone, and chest—each one a brand of their shared passion. When Cyril regained his senses and looked down, he saw Lucian already there, his tongue lapping at the cum on his stomach.
"Lucian, that's... that's dirty," Cyril protested shyly, trying to cover himself. Instead of answering, Lucian caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking across Cyril's palm. The omega squealed, a sound of pure shock and delight.
"No, sweetheart, it's not dirty." Lucian's voice was thick with desire before gently pushing Cyril back onto the bed. His eyes locked with Cyril's wide, blue ones as he deliberately lowered his head and licked through the mess on his stomach. "It's delicious."
Cyril blushed a furious crimson, watching his alpha clean him with reverent strokes of his tongue. The shame was there, but it was utterly drowned out by a wave of blinding arousal. His thoughts scattered completely when that wicked tongue found his navel. Lucian didn't just clean it; he fucked it with his tongue, thrusting in and out of the shallow dip until Cyril was writhing again, his head thrashing on the pillow.
"Ah, Lucian... don't stop...," he gasps, his body surrendering completely.
Lucian's hands slid down Cyril's legs, caressing their smooth curves and igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch until he reached the omega's most intimate place. A string of saliva connected Lucian's lips to Cyril's stomach as he finally pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. He shuffled down the bed, his large hands spreading Cyril's trembling thighs apart, then pushing his knees up toward his chest, he admired the pink, twitching hole, his own cock throbbing at the sight.
"Lucian... please..." Cyril whimpers, spreading his legs wider in invitation. The alpha groans at the erotic sight before him, and his pheromones flare aggressively like a predator in front of his prey.
Lucian simply stared, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Cyril. I can't get enough of you," he breathed, his voice full of awe.
Then he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Cyril's quivering entrance.
"Oh my god!" Cyril's back arched violently. His right hand flew to Lucian's hair, fisting it tightly, while he bit the knuckles of his other hand to stifle the scream building in his throat. Lucian didn't seem to mind the pain. He feasted like a starving beast, his tongue circling the wrinkled rim before plunging inside. He laps at the slick, savoring the taste of pure omega essence on his tongue, stretching him open and mapping every inch of Cyril's hole.
"Oh my God, Lucian... yes, right there... it feels amazing," Cyril pants. The sensation was unlike anything Cyril could have imagined. Hot, wet, invasive, incredible.
The omega's lavender scent pheromones intensified, coating the air and making Lucian's cock pulse. And when the muscle began to relax, Lucian added a finger, slick with Cyril's own excitement, working it in alongside his tongue.
As Lucian tongue-fucks Cyril's ass, his fingers find the omega's weeping cock. He strokes it in time with his thrusts, making Cyril see stars. The omega bucks wildly into Lucian's touch, his moans echoing off the walls. It's the most erotic sight Lucian has ever seen.
"Ahh! Lucian!" Cyril warns, his balls drawing up tight. Cyril came again with a strangled cry, his release painting his own chest once more.
He collapsed against the sheets, boneless and mindless, floating in a haze of endorphins.
As Cyril comes down from his high, Lucian pulls back, his lips glistening with the omega's love juice. He then crawls up his body to capture the omega's lips in a searing kiss. Cyril can taste himself on the alpha's tongue, and it only serves to stoke the embers of his desire once more.
Breaking the kiss, Lucian gazes down at Cyril with hunger in his eyes. Lucian was kneeling between his legs, his robe finally cast aside. His right hand was fisted around his own erection, stroking himself slowly as he watched Cyril come flushed, beautiful body.
Cyril's eyes widened at the sight, his pheromones spiking. As a doctor, he was no stranger to male anatomy, but he had never seen anything like that. It was… massive. Long, thick, with veins bulging along the shaft. It looked powerful, intimidating, and utterly captivating.
"Will… will that fit?" Cyril asked, his voice thin with a mix of fear and want.
Lucian's laugh was a dark, delicious sound. He leaned over Cyril, caging him in, and claimed his mouth in a deep, searing kiss. "Why don't we find out?" he murmured against his lips.
The head of Lucian's cock, slick with pre-cum, nudged against his stretched, sensitive wet entrance. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his cock against Cyril's entrance before pushing in, inch by inch, filling him completely. Cyril gasped, his eyes wide, his nails digging into Lucian's biceps.
"You, okay?" Lucian's voice was strained, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. Lucian's pheromones dominated the room, the cinnamon warmth coaxing Cyril's body to relax and open up. The omega's pheromones responded, a fresh wave of lavender and sweet essence making Lucian dizzy. With the amount of self-control, he continued pushing in, the tight heat enveloping him as their scents merged, heightening every thrust.
"Ngh...Yes...It just feels… so full...Ngh..." Cyril panted, his voice a mix of pain and ecstasy. It was a burning, stretching, utterly consuming feeling. Lucian paused, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. He kissed Cyril's forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, whispering soft encouragements.
"Hnngh… Lucian… Don't move… for a minute… Please.." Cyril begged, tears of overwhelmed sensation leaking from the corners of his eyes. He could feel every inch of the thick length buried inside him, a presence that was both alien and perfect.
"Okay," Lucian gritted out, leaning down to gently lick the tears from Cyril's face. The wait was its own exquisite torture for them both.
After a long moment, as Cyril's body gradually relaxed around him, accepting the invasion, Cyril whispered, his voice barely audible, "Now… Please, Lucian. Move."
It was all the permission he needed. Lucian pulled back almost all the way, until just the tip remained, and then in one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
Cyril screamed, a raw sound of pleasure-pain that was swallowed by Lucian's mouth as he began to move, setting a pace that was relentless from the very first stroke. Each deep, hard thrust punched another moan from Cyril's lips, each one chanting Lucian's name like a mantra. Lucian's hands were also everywhere, kneading the omega's hips, pinching his nipples, and stroking his cock as their tongues danced and twisted together, mirroring the sensual slide of their bodies.
"Fuck, you feel incredible... so tight, so perfect for me," Lucian groaned, his hands gripping Cyril's hips as he wraps his legs around Lucian's waist, locking him in place as the alpha picks up speed.
Their moans and grunts fill the room, a symphony of passion and pleasure. Lucian drives into Cyril with increasing fervor, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that makes the omega see stars.
"Yes... right there... don't stop!" Cyril begs, nails digging into Lucian's shoulders.
Lucian complies with a growl, pistoning his hips faster and harder. The room is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by their harsh panting. Sweat beads on their skin as they lose themselves in the throes of passion.
"Lucian... I'm... I'm going to..." Cyril chokes out, his balls drawing up tight once more. Lucian feels his own release building, but he refuses to go over the edge before Cyril.
Reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies, Lucian fists Cyril's weeping cock and strokes it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation proves too much for Cyril, and with a hoarse cry, he comes undone. His ass clenches around Lucian's cock like a vice as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto his stomach.
The rhythmic contractions of Cyril's walls milk Lucian's cock, and with a guttural roar, he follows the omega into ecstasy. Hot spurts of seed paint Cyril's insides as Lucian empties himself completely.
Lucian collapsed against Cyril's chest, breathing in ragged gasps after his first release of the night. When he lifted his gaze, he found the omega's face flushed and eyes half-lidded in a dazed haze that stirred his desire all over again.
Lucian was young, and so was the night.