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Felix looked at Kailith Daimyra and forgot how to breathe.
The man standing before him wasn't just anyone. He was the face Felix had seen everywhere—splashed across magazine covers, dissected on news panels, projected on massive campaign screens across the country. The leading presidential candidate of The United Jovovian. The soul hire of House Daimyra.
A year ago, Felix had seen him in person for the first time at Nakanda University's anniversary convention. Half the campus had turned up that day just to catch a glimpse of him. The infamous Kailith Daimyra—more legend than man, more myth than flesh. A rare Diamond Alpha.
And now he was here.
No—Felix was here. In Kailith's home. In his study.
And he couldn't stop staring.
Kailith stood at least six foot four, his presence swallowing the space between them without him needing to move an inch. Authority rolled off him in quiet, crushing waves. He looked twice Felix's size—maybe more—all sharp lines and restrained power, like something held back only by discipline. His black shirt clung to his broad frame, and for one disorienting moment, Felix wondered if the heat burning through his veins was making the man look more sexier than he actually was.
The woman, Clara, who had introduced herself as Kailith's PA, had told him everything that morning.
Felix remembered waking up in his dorm room soaked in sweat, body wracked with pain so sharp he'd been certain he was dying. Clara had arrived without hesitation—calm, composed, impossibly steady—and delivered the impossible with the same tone one might use to discuss the weather.
The Hier of Daimyra was his mate.
His mate.
The word had felt absurd in his mouth, like something borrowed from a fantasy novel. But Clara hadn't wavered. And when Felix finally placed her face, when he remembered seeing her beside Kailith during national addresses, standing just out of frame but always there, he understood this wasn't a joke. And she wasn't bluffing.
Clara had explained Kailith had recognised their bond the moment they'd seen each other at Nakanda University all those months ago. And the heat wasn't one-sided. Kailith had felt it too, every spike of pain and unrest echoing through him just as sharply.
That was why Felix was here now.
At the Daimyra Estate.
So that the prince—presidential frontrunner of The United Jovovian—could "take care of his condition."
Felix still had no idea what that meant.
"Sit on the table," Kailith said, without acknowledging his greeting.
His voice was deeper than it sounded on television, rough, commanding, the kind that filled every inch of space and left no room for hesitation. It slid through his like a pulse, making his knees weak.
He blinked, uncertain, and cleared his throat. "Umm...on this one?" he asked, pointing awkwardly at the desk behind him.
"There's only one table here," Kailith replied flatly, his tone sharp enough to cut. He sounded like a man with a thousand better things to do, and he was a problem he'd rather not have.
Heat crept up Felix's neck, burning its way into his cheeks as he obeyed. He almost tripped, catching himself on the edge of the table before managing to sit. The cold of the polished surface seeping through his clothes, a sharp contrast to the fever building beneath his skin. He smoothed the creases of his pants, trying to compose himself, spine straight, knees pressed together, hands folded tight on his lap. When he looked up, Kailith was watching him like hee was some strange creature that had wandered into his world by mistake.
"Hi," he croaked, voice barely there.
His face didn't soften. If anything, the flicker of annoyance in his eyes deepened.
He moved toward him in slow, deliberate steps, each one echoing across the marble floor, the rhythm of his approach collecting in his chest like another heartbeat. The air between them thickened, heavy with something he couldn't name.
"Remove your pants," Kailith said. No hesitation. No warmth. Just command.
Felix's breath caught. "What?" he managed, legs pressing together as if his body could shield itself from Kailith's words. What was he going to do to him?
"You heard me."
"You want me to get my pants off?" he asked, disbelief tripping over his tongue.
"That's what I said."
His pulse pounded so violently he could taste it, could feel it in his fingertips. The effects of his heat pulsed beneath his skin.
He swallowed hard, trembling fingers fumbling with his belt buckle before removing his pants down. The movement felt endless and slow, every inch of fabric dragging against his skin louder than the click of Kailith's shoes, louder than his own heartbeat.
Kailith never looked away from his face. Not once. His gaze pinned Felix in place, dark and unreadable, as if he were watching a storm he had called into being but didn't quite trust to obey him.
His pants slipped down his thighs and pooled on the floor with a faint, trembling whisper of sound. Kailith stepped closer, his presence stretching around him until the air itself seemed to hum. Two of his fingers brushed the inside of Felix's knee, a touch so light it could have been imagined, and yet fire raced up his leg. Kailith pressed gently, and Felix didn't resist. There was no point. The heavy pulsing in his blood could only be answered by his mate.
Kailith pushed his knees apart, slow but firm, until Felix breath came ragged and shallow. Felix's chest rose fast, skin flushed and tight, the heat inside him coiling low and deep.
Kailith brought his palm to his mouth, then licked it, while his eyes kept Felix captive. Then, with deliberate calm, he slid his hand inside Felix's shorts. Felix almost jumped at the sensation.
No one except he himself had touched him there. Kailith's big and rough palm was not something he was used to. Felix's toes curled at how good it felt. Like he didn't know how to breathe, how to stay still, every cell of his body felt lit from inside.
Instinct made him close him legs, fear spiking through the fog of heat.
"No," Kailith growled, voice deep and resonant as his thigh slid between Felix's, stopping his movement. "You need this."
His voice broke. "Someone might see us."
"It would be scandalous for sure," he said, eyes locked on his face, "if you weren't my mate." His tone softened just barely. "Relax."
Kailith didn't fumble with his hands, didn't tiptoe around; he knew how to deliver pleasure, as his body reacted like it had always known it belonged beneath Kailith's hand.
Felix squeezed his eyes shut as Kailith moved his hand in a strange kind of rhythm. Sensations flooded him, dizzying and bright. His legs trembled.
Kailith slid his palm down before he touched his core, only a few inches, no more, and paused, his gaze flickering to Felix's face.
"You've never been with a man before?"
"Or woman," Felix blurted out, breathless, his attempt at smiling collapsing under the weight of sensation.
"Omegas are not attracted to women," Kailith said, voice edged with annoyance. "But why not a man?"
"I... I never had a boyfriend," Felix admitted, the words falling apart between gasps.
Kailith sighed softly as if the revelation irritated him. There was a sting, but only a slight one, before it dissolved into something magical. Heat, need, pleasure like no other.
"You are an omega...you should know this won't work, right?" Kailith asked, holding his gaze as he moved his fingers.
"I...I..." What was he going to say?
"Even my damn fingers are too big for you," he gritted.
"I am sorry," Felix muttered.
He snickered, not out of humor, though.
He sped up, making sure Felix felt everything. The orgasm was so unexpected that it left Felix breathless and dizzy.
As soon as Kailith was done he pulled his hand away and stepped back. The sudden absence of his touch was jarring; heat bled from Felix's body in an instant, leaving him shivering and empty. He almost stumbled, knees weak, breath catching as reality rushed in.
Kailith turned without a word and disappeared toward the back of the study—he assumed a bathroom—Kailith's silhouette fading into the dim light. Felix stood there frozen, the silence echoing faintly against the marble and polished wood. When he returned, his hands were shoved into his pockets, his face carved from stone, every trace of what had just happened wiped clean.
Something twisted in Felix's chest. It wasn't the fading bloom of his heat now, but a dull ache, heavy and sharp. He didn't expect all of this...this bond, this claim, this inevitability which had been forced upon his biology by fate. Felix could admit Kailith was breathtaking; everyone knew it on Jovovian, but attraction was a cruel thing when it came with chains. Men like him existed in a different world, and yet somehow, Felix had been dragged into his. No wonder he was looking at Felix like he was the burden.
"Put your pants back on," he said, not glancing at him, his attention fixed on the glowing screen in his hand.
Felix blinked once, twice, before snapping into motion. He bent quickly, snatching his pants from the floor, his movements hurried and clumsy, shame rushing to swallow him whole. The air still smelled like Kailith, dark, warm, charged and he wanted nothing more than to escape. Why had Felix thought he would be nice...romantic? A meet-cute was never been the purpose. Efficiency...that's all this had been about. Felix could already feel his body cooling, his need fading.
"Thank you... I should... I should leave," Felix whispered, his voice unsteady.
"Hmm," Kailith replied without looking up. His thumb flicked across the phone as if he were nothing more than a trivial distraction. "Stay home for the next two days. Take plenty of water, and..." He lifted his head, finally meeting his eyes, his tone flat and unbothered. "We're bound to have sex at some point, and I'd rather not make it more difficult for me than it already will be. Clara, my assistant, will help you with some toys to help you prepare for me."
The words hit harder than Felix expected. There was no gentleness in him, no trace of the man he thought would be his mate. This Alpha was cold, as if Felix's body were a problem to be managed.