Page 5 of Devil May Hunt
“If you’re entering a rut, you should probably lock the door,” Brennon suggested. “Let go so I can leave you alone. You’re an alpha, right? Alphas have ruts. Sucks you got stuck here for that.”
“I came here on purpose,” the man disagreed.
“Why? Don’t you need to sleep with one of your own during this time? I heard it was uncomfortable to experience a rut without a bed partner.”
The man snorted. “Uncomfortable. That’s an understatement. But if you’re really worried, you could always offer to help me out.”
“Huh?”
“You’re right,” the man chuckled. “Why waste time waiting for you to offer when I can just take?”
In one swift move, he switched their positions, and Brennon found himself pinned beneath the weight of the other man.
“Hey, you—” He gasped when his mouth was captured, the alpha quickly laying waste to his resolve, tongue darting past his lips to keep him quiet, aside from the moans and grunts that managed to escape between them.
He kissed like the two of them were passionate lovers separated for a decade. Like Brennon wasn’t just some stranger who’d literally fallen into his lap, but the salvation he’d been in desperate need of to survive. It was sort of intoxicating, the feel of his lips pressing persistently against his, his teeth scraping possessively and tongue fucking in deep in what Brennon could only imagine would be a mirror of the frenzied lovemaking the alpha was capable of.
Between the drunken haze, the fact he hadn’t slept with anyone in months, and the frustration he’d been dealing with lately, it wasn’t long before Brennon succumbed to the aggressive kiss.
So what if this guy just found him convenient like everyone else? Maybe Sila was right.
Maybe all he needed to do was let someone screw these depressing emotions out of him.
Brennon threaded his fingers through the alpha’s silky hair and rocked his hips up, grinding against the bulge in the other man’s silk pants. When that caused the alpha to groan,he swallowed the sound, along with any other protests his sane brain might have if not for the dozen or so drinks he’d ingested.
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He’d come here to avoid this sort of entanglement, and yet Gunho found himself unable to separate from the smaller man beneath him.
The one currently rubbing against him, already making sweet, soft, breathy sounds.
He reared back, taking a moment to inspect the man’s face. It was beautiful, prettier than he’d seen, but befitting an omega—
Wait. Not an omega.
Right.
The rut was messing with his head, making it harder to think clearly by the second. He had to decide now what to do with this pretty Vital that had landed, quite literally, in his lap.
They seemed to be of the same mind, because as the moment dragged on, he could see sense returning to the other man. He blinked past his drunken haze, staring up at Gunho, brow furrowing as he seemed to piece together his situation.
He had chocolate-colored eyes and shiny hair, almost the exact same shade. His cheeks were flushed from the drink and the arousal that was clear at the apex of his fit thighs, and he was dressed like one of the cadets from the Academy.
Had he come directly here after training?
Or had he hoped to find better luck attracting a bed partner by showing off his status?
The Academy didn’t allow just anyone to enroll. It was an important training facility that housed the best and brightest, where only the strong would survive. More students were kicked out yearly than at any other school, and according to the gray color of his button-up shirt, this cadet had at least made it to his sophomore year.
“Get off,” the man said then, his voice like music.
Instead of listening, Gunho’s hand slipped beneath his shirt, slowly easing the material up to expose defined abdominal muscles and velvety skin. His nipples were dusky rose and perky, practically begging for Gunho’s teeth, and he groaned at the sight of them.
“You’re pretty all over,” he murmured appreciatively, unashamedly feeling the man up, everywhere he could get his hand. “What about your hole? Is that pretty too?”
“Stop.” The pretty man grabbed onto Gunho’s wrist and attempted to remove him. “Let—”
With a growl, he flipped the man onto his stomach and tore the shirt off his body. The move brought a wave of perfume into the air, and at first he thought it was the pretty man’s cologne. When he realized it was natural, he almost came in his pants.
