The three travelers disembarked at a sophisticated private airstrip, its asphalt gleaming as if luxury itself embraced it. They headed to an equally private marina, the starting point for Velorum Island, the jewel in the necklace of islands belonging to the Kadman Group.
In this unique archipelago, five islands radiated amidst the ocean, with four of them transformed into extravagant vacation destinations, masterpieces of Kadman enterprises. Internationally renowned resorts vied for the title of the ultimate luxury retreat amid these lush tropical dreams. However, amid this extravagance, only Velorum remained untouched—a private sanctuary safeguarded for the Kadman family.
As they moved across the yacht's deck, Adam noticed an attendant approaching with a discreet nod. With a polite smile, he stepped aside for a moment, leaving Damián and Aster alone. Just a few steps separated them from the bow, where the view of the open horizon stretched endlessly. The gentle sound of waves breaking against the yacht's hull echoed a serene melody.
Damián leaned slightly towards Aster, his voice a whisper almost conspiratorial, "Can you sense it, Aster?" He paused, allowing the words to hang in the air. "This is the smell of money, and it's infused in everything here."
His eyes roamed the surroundings, capturing the details that composed the scene. A gentle breeze carried the salty scents of the ocean. Damián smiled. "I've missed this," he said.
Aster narrowed his eyes. "Don't be presumptuous," he said. "This is far beyond what you owned. Wake up!"
The reception awaiting them at the entrance of the grand mansion was truly impressive. The island's staff stood aligned, dressed in impeccable uniforms that enhanced the aura of elegance and hospitality.
In the atrium before them stood Malcolm and Elisabeth Kadman in all their grandeur. They were accompanied by the equally striking presence of Sarah and Mallet Campbell.
This sight even surprised Aster, who managed to summon a genuine smile from his depths, brimming with joy, as he came face-to-face with Callum relatives. He had never imagined the own mother-in-law would also be one of the participants for the weekend.
"Wow, this is really unfortunate and unexpected," thought Aster, his mind quickly working to assimilate this new twist in the weekend's plot.
A small reception was held in grand style, with the island's elegantly dressed staff waiting at the entrance of the grand mansion. Soft lights illuminated the path as guests arrived at the pre-reception, creating a warm and sophisticated atmosphere.
Damián and Aster arrived together, dressed in stylish yet casual attire that reflected the relaxed ambiance of the pre-reception. Damián opted for a combination of dark trousers, a white linen shirt, and a lightly structured blazer. His hair was casually arranged, and he wore a subtle necklace that added a touch of style to his look. Aster, on the other hand, chose slim black pants paired with a lightweight button-up shirt. His hair was naturally styled, and he wore a sleek watch as an accessory.
At the event, guests were excited and engaged in lively conversations. Thomaz Fitzgerald, Sarah's brother, was present with his family. Thomaz and his wife Marguerite exuded an elegant presence, while their children, Henry and Ava, showed eager interest in Callum's new partner.
Aster, with his warm and captivating personality, was at the center of attention as he interacted with the Campbell family. He exchanged restrained smiles with the family members, quickly establishing a friendly bond. His friendly and genuine manner created a comfortable atmosphere, allowing everyone to feel at ease.
However, the absence of the Phillips family did not go unnoticed. The shift in dynamics, with Aster stepping into Clarice's place as Callum's partner, generated a subtle murmur among the guests. Some curious glances and discreet whispers revealed underlying questioning. The Phillips' absence carried significance, marking a new phase in Callum's life and giving rise to speculations about the details of this change.
A calm conversation continued throughout the evening. Lady Elizabeth's niece, Mia, a young woman with dark hair, observed Damián's features attentively.
Her curls were arranged in a layered cut, enhancing volume at the roots and cascading gently to her ears. Rosy freckles adorned her cheeks, and her lips displayed a shade of soft pink. A subtle fragrance emanated from him, an exclusive scent that drew her attention as she approached.
While the guests conversed, she noticed a peculiarity in the scents of the two omegas before her. It was a distinct olfactory blend, akin to a high-quality perfume, setting them apart from the more common pheromones of flowers and fruits.
However, amidst all this, an odd sensation enveloped Damián during his encounter with the Kadman. This time, a wave of emotional shock left him momentarily stunned and vulnerable.
He, who had been prepared for confrontation, found himself disarmed by the kindness surrounding him. It was an unexpected situation, an emotional disarmament that surprised even his own expectations.
He had expected to be treated as a worthless stray dog, yet Lady Elizabeth introduced him to people with as much pride as she would introduce her daughter-in-law. This was infinitely strange to his ears, yet there was acceptance and affection.
This sudden shift in emotions intrigued Damián, considering what he knew about synchronicity and subconscious reactions to intangible stimuli. He felt frozen, in a state of emotional shock that trapped him in a moment of introspection.
He subtly shook his head, trying to regain his composure, as he noticed Lady Elizabeth's penetrating gaze upon him.
It was she who broke the brief silence: "Forgive my curiosity, but you and Aster have such unique eye colors. I've never seen eyes like yours and Aster's."
Turned to Aster, and she continued:
"Aster's eyes are truly one-of-a-kind, of unparalleled beauty."
Aster smiled and added:
"I read a long time ago about a genetic mutation called Alexandrine Genesis. They say those who have it only develop hair on the head, eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes, and nose. If it's a woman, she might even be able to have children, but she doesn't menstruate."
Lord Mallet interjected: "I have historical documents that deal with this topic, over a century old. The discussion intensified."
There was more information related—to this peculiarity. Curious, Damián inquired:
"Would you mind sharing more about this knowledge with us?"
Lord Mallet responded enthusiastically:
"With pleasure. I have a collection of old documents that might interest you."
Lady Sarah watched Aster closely, noting his seamless adaptation to the Campbell household. His behavior reflected that of a cherished son from a wealthy family, educated to play his role with ease.
Damián, his friend, also fit in perfectly, displaying innate calmness and graceful movements. It all indicated a quality education, a refinement that matched; the sophisticated environment they were in.
Adam discreetly slid his hand-over Damián's, gently intertwining their fingers. A tender smile formed on Adam's lips, a gesture of shared affection between them. Making it clear he wanted a moment alone, Adam subtly nodded his head towards the balcony illuminated by the soft starlight.
"Damián, how about a stroll?" Adam murmured invitingly, his voice charged with magnetism.
Damián looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes, pondering how Adam could be so indiscreet. Adam gently took his hand, gracefully extricating themselves from the group.
In the bedroom, Adam stopped breathing, his animal instinct awakened by Damián's overwhelming presence. The unique aroma that emanated from him, a blend of spices and a subtle hint of vanilla, enveloped Adam like an invisible bond. His senses, heightened by the ABO world, detected the soft and almost imperceptible purr that escaped Damián's lips as their eyes met.
Stunned, Adam felt Damián's touch on his nipple, an electric spark coursing through his body. His hand moved instinctively to cover Damián's, a gesture that conveyed more than words could ever express. In the tension-laden silence, Adam's gaze met Damián's, and it was as if they both shared a deep, primal secret.
"I want you," Adam's voice sounded hoarse and laden with desire, his words reverberating in the air with raw intensity. His eyes roamed over Damián, capturing every detail, every inch of the mesmerizing body before him. And then, a low, primal growl escaped Adam's lips, an instinctive manifestation of his alpha nature, a declaration of possession and desire.
Damián responded with a soft purr, a melody that vibrated in the air like an invitation, an acceptance of the connection that transcended intellect and reached into the deepest instincts. His lips curved slightly in response to Simon's smile, a silent exchange of understanding that united two distinct worlds in a moment of passion and surrender.
"Adam's body slid over Damián's, and their lips met in an instantly intense kiss. Deep and commanding, this kiss was imbued with a feeling that had never existed between them before. A mixture of instincts and emotions intertwined, forming a unique and overwhelming connection.
'I want to feel you,' Damián purred, arching impatiently against Adam's hand. The desire between them was uncontrollable, and they knew they couldn't wait any longer. With delicious slowness, Adam slid his middle finger down, gently caressing Damián's folds. A moan escaped Damián's lips as his head fell back.
'Yes, keep going,' he pleaded, his voice laden with urgency and desire. Adam complied with his request, repeating the motion, now sliding the tip of his finger between the folds, exploring his intimacy. Small circles were traced, and Damián couldn't contain the sounds that escaped his throat. Each touch was an explosion of sensations, a meeting of skin against skin that transcended time and space. Adam was his compass, his alpha, and Damián lost himself in the scents, tastes, and sensations they shared.
Only they existed, connected by an intensity that defied understanding. "Adam's dominance meets the surrender of Damián's omega instincts, and together they dive into an ecstasy that is both primal and deeply emotional."
The atmosphere was suffused with heat, a fiery blaze coursing through their veins. The need to meld was almost overwhelming, but Adam understood it was crucial to maintain some minimal control over their passions. He didn't want this extraordinary connection to be overshadowed by impetuous desire.
With this awareness in mind, Adam decided to act. His fingers closed firmly in Damián's hair, gently pulling him closer. The pressure caused their bodies to come together, a collision of soft curves and lush contours. Their skin was warm and moist from the contact, a testimony to the desire that consumed them.
There was Damián, wet and receptive, a sight that further ignited Adam's desire. Damián's legs spread in a silent invitation, a gesture that left no doubt about his intentions. As Damián lowered himself, his hands found Adam's erection, gripping it urgently.
A whisper escaped Damián's lips, laden with longing and surrender. "Strongly, please," he murmured into his ear, his words echoing like a call to the deepest desire.
Adam felt his own breath quicken, desire boiling in his blood. Every instinct urged him to give in to unrestrained passions, but he knew he needed to be cautious. With a firm touch, he complied with Damián's request, letting their emotions blend in an intense dance of pleasure and connection.
In this intimate moment, the boundaries between them dissolved completely, and they surrendered to the overpowering force of the attraction that united them. Every touch, every moan, was a testament to the deep desire they shared, a passionate dance that would lead them to an indescribable ecstasy.