By Zephyria 
A sigh escaped him instinctively. It wasn’t as if this was his first time kissing. Chrissy was just as experienced and worn down as Nathaniel. He could share a kiss with any passing beggar—provided that beggar happened to be his type enough to withstand the scent.
But Nathaniel Miller was no beggar.
Far from it; he was the so-called ‘most successful man in America.’ A man Chrissy had never imagined he would be entangled with in his life, let alone share a bed with.
And yet, long before their lips even touched, Chrissy had been anticipating it. Sharing something more than just a kiss with this man.
Yes, this act completely shattered the rules he had lived by until now. Chrissy knew that. That was exactly why he had tried so hard to avoid this situation.
But it was too late.
The moment their lips met, Chrissy gave up on resisting. Why on earth should he hold back? Especially when faced with such sweet fruit.
Even if he were cast out of paradise, he would not regret tasting this flesh.
As proof, when he wrapped his arms around Nathaniel’s neck and leaned his entire body in, Nathaniel pulled Chrissy’s waist closer and gripped his buttocks as if he had been waiting for it. The sensation of those thick, long fingers secretly touching him through the thin fabric made his breath sharpen involuntarily.
“Wait a second.”
There was something he had to do before crossing the final line. Chrissy hurriedly pushed him away and stepped back. Before Nathaniel could frown and ask what was wrong, Chrissy quickly circled the desk and pulled ‘it’ out of the drawer. As he grabbed one, and the rest slid out behind it, Nathaniel let out a soft, airy chuckle.
“It’s not like you’ll get pregnant no matter how much I pour into you anyway.”
He sounded somewhat disappointed. Nevertheless, he took the condom without further complaint and tore one open right in front of him. Then, lightly shaking the remaining string of them, he said:
“This is for today’s quota, right?”
Recalling that there were ten in a row, Nathaniel didn’t wait any longer; he snatched Chrissy by the waist and immediately pressed their lips together. In a kiss that felt as if he were trying to devour him, Chrissy actively entwined his tongue. The sweet scent of pheromones lingered in the saliva. An unconscious smile spread across his lips.
“What is it?”
Nathaniel asked, still rubbing their lips together. Chrissy closed his eyes, licked his tongue, and replied.
“You’re like candy.”
“What?”
Nathaniel paused, having never heard such a thing in his life. Not missing the opening, Chrissy pushed him back. As Nathaniel reflexively sank into the sofa, Chrissy naturally climbed on top of him and spoke.
“I mean your pheromones. Why are they so sweet? It doesn’t suit you at all.”
At the sound of the giggling, Nathaniel ended up chuckling as well. Indeed, it didn’t suit him at all. The platinum-blonde man looking down at him was always like a giant snake swimming through cold water. When he cupped the man’s cheeks with his hands, he felt a body temperature as cold as his appearance. But Chrissy didn’t care and leaned down to kiss him. Nathaniel responded to the tongues mixing urgently, as if Chrissy couldn’t bear the wait to share this kiss again.
“Haa…”
Another excited sigh escaped. Nathaniel’s pheromones felt stronger than usual. Was it because he was aroused? Or…
Suddenly, he noticed a flush of color on Nathaniel’s usually pale cheeks. He wasn’t simply aroused. The organ pulsing and swelling greatly below, and the scent of pheromones emanating from the man’s entire body, clearly stated the truth.
“Is it… a rut…?”
As Chrissy muttered, half-doubting the situation he was experiencing for the first time, Nathaniel smiled again. Contrary to his somewhat exhausted, frowning face and crooked lips, the arousal felt throughout the man’s body made his guess undeniable.
Nathaniel is in rut.
Why? How? Questions followed in Chrissy’s mind. Don’t Dominant Alphas release their pheromones periodically? He had seen with his own eyes that this man had gone to those vile parties to release his pheromones.
Is it just a periodic rut? It must be.
But why now?
As Chrissy froze in sudden confusion, Nathaniel asked.
“If you’re going to stop, I’d prefer it if you got off now. I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.”
His mind was already becoming hazy. At this rate, he might suffer a memory lapse. Would he forget the current memory after the rut ended and he fell into a long sleep?
That… is a bit disappointing.
It was just as he unconsciously knit his brows. Suddenly, Chrissy pushed his shoulder, sending Nathaniel flat onto his back on the sofa. Before he could ask what he was doing, Chrissy grabbed his shirt from the back of the neck and tossed it over his head. Seeing him undo his trouser buckle as if he had no intention of dragging things out, Nathaniel curled his lips into a smirk while frowning.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? I’m trying to eat you up.”
Watching Chrissy lift his hips to take off his pants, Nathaniel asked again.
“Do you always climb on top like this?”
Did he mean if he often had sex on this sofa, or was it simply a question about the position? He couldn’t tell, but Chrissy answered based on the latter.
“Don’t feel cheated; this is a rational decision.”
Then, he deliberately tapped the backrest of the sofa and added.
“This sofa is too small for you to move.”
He wasn’t wrong. It was better for Nathaniel Miller to just lie there. He could just enjoy it, leaving the inserting and the moving to Chrissy.
If he had been a typical, easygoing and lazy man—someone like Doug, for instance—it would have certainly worked. But Nathaniel was absolutely not that kind of person.
“Ah…”
A sound escaped Chrissy reflexively as Nathaniel, having reversed their positions in an instant, spoke from above him.
“Well, you’re probably right.”
Having stripped away the pants and underwear that were draped over Chrissy’s thighs in one go, he gripped his ankle and toyed with the bare skin.
“But I happen to like things that are special.”
Haa, haa.
Rough breaths followed. Now, it was impossible to tell if they belonged to Chrissy or Nathaniel. Chrissy glanced at Nathaniel stripping off his suit jacket—which probably cost thousands, maybe tens of thousands of dollars—and tossing it carelessly onto the floor, before turning his gaze back to him. The metallic sound of the buckle being undone and the zipper sliding down followed. And the moment the massive thing that had been holding its breath inside reared its head, Chrissy unconsciously swallowed hard.
Was I too hasty?
The thought came too late. Before he could even think of escaping, Nathaniel, pinning his body down from above, whispered.
“I might be a bit rough. I’ve been holding back for a while.”
What had he been holding back? Sex? Or…
He couldn’t think any further. Because, contrary to the cool body temperature, the searingly hot member touched him below.
As he instinctively reached out to fumble below, he immediately felt a thick vein against his fingertips. He could feel the throbbing pulse through the skin beyond the engorged vessel. The moment he unconsciously held his breath, Nathaniel whispered in a bitter voice.
“Haa, I really don’t want to kill you.”
It sounded sincere, and it was the truth. If he took this as it was, not only would his bottom be a mess, but he might actually die. When he felt a sudden surge of fear, Nathaniel, misinterpreting that expression, murmured.
“Don’t worry, you won’t become an Omega. I’ve already taken measures.”
Measures? What measures?
Chrissy wondered blankly. If he were drenched in such intense Dominant Alpha pheromones, he would surely undergo a mutation. It was a natural result. One anyone could predict.
“Don’t worry,” Nathaniel said again. Kissing Chrissy’s frozen face, he spoke.
“You won’t mutate, you won’t become a secondary gender presenter, and you won’t be able to leave a mark on me. So, you won’t end up like your parents.”