"Is that why you brought me here?" Riven asked bitterly. "I had already confessed what I've done, but now… You are saying that I stabbed you?" He gritted his teeth in frustration.
"You know what…" Riven inhaled deeply to calm himself down. "I know you are suspicious of me, so just throw me out!"
Azerin cornered him to the wall, bringing his hand to his neck, his knuckles tightening.
"This is what I hate. Cleverly, you're trying to dodge the simple questions I've asked. And the reason to doubt is clear. You murdered an entire family of alphas. Do you think I'm a fool not to see through your facade?"
Riven found it difficult to breathe as his knuckles pressed firmly against his neck.
"Just confess that someone sent you to harm me. Tell me who is your real master," Azerin sternly said.
"I didn't..." Riven found difficulty in breathing. Just at the same time, Azerin's strong pheromones hit Riven's nostrils, and he inhaled them. The omega, who had hardly experienced extensive heat in all these years, suddenly felt his body getting charged with an unknown feeling.
Riven's cheeks flushed red, and his heart started beating fast.
He always had a strong control over himself, but right now, he ended up releasing his own pheromones.
Azerin's grip loosened on his neck the moment he got a hit with Riven's pheromones.
They smelled like peonies, the flowers that Azerin always liked. "Fuck, what are you doing?" He withdrew his hand, taking a step back. Shaking his head, he glared at Riven, who looked in a daze.
"How dare you release your pheromones at me?" Azerin growled. All this time, he attracted many omegas, including betas, towards his scent because of his strong pheromones, but he never once felt the pheromones of the others.
"Leave my sight!" Azerin bellowed at him.
However, Riven wasn't even able to move. He, instead, held Azerin's hand.
"Please..." He whispered. "Something is wrong with me. I feel strange down," he muttered. Riven had completely lost his senses; he was unable to even think what he was speaking.
Azerin had never felt so out of control ever before. But he still had a hold over his mind.
"Riven, you're experiencing heat. You lied to me about your identity, didn't you? You're an omega," he pronounced. This was a way to make him confess the truth. Azerin wanted to take it as an opportunity and moved closer to him.
His hand rested on Riven's cheek, who closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his alpha.
"Riven, are you an omega? I'll give you what you desire if you tell me," Azerin stated.
"Alphas are bad. They take advantage," Riven murmured, not realizing what he was saying.
Azerin furrowed his brows together. "Even omegas like you aren't good. I can feel you are begging to take me," he muttered in his ear. Then, nipping Riven's earlobe, he planted a kiss on it.
Riven let out a moan, clinging his body to Azerin.
"I want you, Alpha," Riven said, his hands gripping his shirt tightly.
'Fuck! I shouldn't feel in such a way, but this damn omega,' Azerin thought. He yanked Riven's head while pulling his hair with force.
"First, tell me you're an omega who was sent to kill me," Azerin stated, not ready to give up.
"Yes. I'm an omega. But nobody sent me. I met you for the first time that night," Riven said, bringing his hand to his chest. "I feel pain. Please... Help me, Alpha."
Azerin frowned. There was no way Riven would lie in such a state, where all his guards were down. Till last night, he was so angry about having even a kiss with him.
Then, Riven did something unexpected. He kissed Azerin's chin, freezing him.
"You really have a way to amuse me, Omega," Azerin smirked and crashed his lips on his.
Riven couldn't breathe, nor could he keep up with the pace Azerin was kissing him.
He didn't pull back; instead, he deepened the kiss, ravishing Riven for playing games with him.
He didn't stop there, as he bit down on Riven's lips, forcing him to open his mouth and pushing his tongue inside, exploring every part of him.
"Ummph…" Riven muffled under the hard, passionate kiss as his knees went weak that he almost slipped and fell to the ground.
But Azerin's arm wrapped around his waist, yanking him back against his body.
Riven whimpered again into Azerin's mouth as he struggled to catch a breath, but Azerin didn't let go. He cornered him against the wall, his hand slipping under Riven's shirt, rubbing along his smooth skin.
Riven's breaths hitched as Azerin's finger roamed up to his lower abdomen, to his abs before grazing his nipple.
He flinched under his touch as he squirmed under him, as Azerin let go of his mouth and held him by his neck, while the other hand was caressing his nipple.
Azerin's lips curved up seeing Revin shaking in his arms in heat. "Look at you," he said mockingly. "I haven't even done anything, and you are already losing yourself?"
"No!" Riven instantly refuted. "I'm not… Your pheromones are doing something to me." He was still talking when Azerin's hand went down and held his shaft above the fabric.
"Liar, your body says otherwise," he bit on Riven's neck a little, leaving a mark on his body.
Riven clutched Azerin's shoulder, unsure if he wanted to push him away or pull Azerin toward himself to continue.
Wherever Azerin touched, Riven's skin burned with anticipation. His little bit of consciousness told him to push that alpha away from him, but his instinct took over.
The alpha pheromones in front of him were really soothing. He had sensed a lot of alpha's smell, but Riven had never smelled something like this.
Not only was it refreshing and soothing, but for some reason, Riven felt a sense of safety.
'I want to break this fragile omega and punish him to the point where he couldn't even walk,' Azerin thought inwardly as he glanced at the flushed image of Revin and his disheveled self.
Riven was panting heavily, his pink and supple lips were parting slowly, while his body was twitching as Azerin's hand remained down on his shaft, rubbing it slightly.
"Bi… Bite me… Alpha!"