Adam moved gracefully toward Damián, and the feeling of Adam's gaze on him was like a caress, burning and insistent. At that moment, Damián understood that what was happening there would determine the course of their unconventional relationship, no matter how long or under what conditions it would last. Their space was constantly being invaded, something Damián had avoided in every relationship he had ever known.
Damián spoke softly, his voice full of mystery, but also tinged with something terribly debauched and rude that appeared in his gaze. "We're stuck together, aren't we?"
Adam replied, his voice firm and determined, using the phrase they used to share: "We are bound by fate, 'perfect for each other,' nothing more, nothing less." As he said this, however, he noticed that his gaze had become more intense and fiercer, without fully understanding the reason for the change. Fiercer than he had ever imagined.
Damián stepped out of the tub, the reflections of the lights flickering off his damp skin. He wrapped a soft robe around his body, his nimble fingers deftly tying it as the fabric enveloped him in an intimate caress. Every step he took echoed off the polished marble of the bathroom, reverberating through the quiet expanse of the room.
He was being watched by Adam, he could feel Adam's gaze on him, an almost sensual presence. Damián didn't care; in fact, he wanted it. The tension in the air was barely perceptible; there was an electricity that enveloped them and kept them alert.
Damián walked over to the walk-in closet, the huge double doors opening with a gentle touch. The clothes hung in perfect order, like an army of options for every occasion, waiting silently.
He chose his pajamas carefully, every movement calculated as if each garment were a gesture of defiance to Adam, an invitation to intimacy. Once dressed, he turned and met Adam's burning gaze. He was not surprised to be followed by Adam, who sat up and stared at him with a curious gaze that, Damián was sure, could hypnotize him if he allowed it. It could and would. Her blue eyes made every hair on his body stand on end in an instinctive reaction.
The powerful force, the masculine strength - a warm, refined, woody scent permeated the air and reigned in the room. It was immense. Wild. Damián had never wanted anyone so much.
Damián heart was beating wildly, and he knew that his face reflected the fire that made it hard for him to breathe. It was like a lighthouse shining brightly.
Adam's low, authoritative voice reached their secret places, revealing the desperate burning he'd felt from the moment they'd looked at each other. Damián felt the raw caress to such an extent that it hurt.
Need?
It's just make-believe, Damián thought, fighting back.
"I don't take orders," he retorted instead of obeying. Even though he knew he should play the role of a sweet and obedient omega, he refused to be stimulated by some demon.
Adam twisted his mouth into a smile of masculinity, sex, and desire. Damián let out a groan. I was afraid of melting.
Come here," Adam repeated. Damián shuddered as if he felt his lips. As if he craved it. His mouth twisted again, and that was the only reason he didn't explode. Slowly, he started walking toward Adam.
Adam's scent, warm and woody, invaded his nostrils. Damian could feel the warmth of Adam's body just inches from his. His breathing was heavy and quick.
Damián knew he was about to give in to the urge. He could feel his body tensing, his muscles tense. His eyes were fixed on Adam's, and he could see the burning desire in them.
**– What are you going to do when I get there? He asked as an act of disobedience to the order. Adam smiled again—a mysterious smile that connected to that knot inside him and pulsed strongly. "I'm sure, being a smart kid, you'll get some idea," he muttered.
Damian knew that most of the omegas, smart or not, would get up and come to him. They would take advantage of the opportunity to roll around, pout, and show off. Damián had seen that kind of scene in action over the years. And she considered the idea of standing before him and then kneeling between those long legs.
However, he wasn't like most omegas. He wasn't a toy for Adam to play with. He was a man, and he was going to make his own decisions. Even if he tried to understand that character.
Never, it's going to be his way, Damián thought!
And once again, Damián acted on impulse. He walked around the bed, feeling the softness of the fabric beneath his feet. Then, without giving himself time to reflect, he climbed into bed and began to walk on all fours. His reward was seeing Adam almost jump off the side of the bed he was sitting on earlier and control himself.
The new sparkle in the blue eyes and the tightening of the muscles. "What the hell are you doing?" However, the question was surprising. Damián laughed. He had acted without planning anything, such as when he had gotten up in the bathroom minutes before.
He turned to Adam, a sly smile on his face. "You'll find out," he said.
Adam continued to watch him, with a curious look. Damián began to move towards him, slow and sensual.
When she came within inches of Adam, she stopped and turned to him, resting her hands on her knees. –What do you think? – he asked.
Adam was speechless for a few seconds. Then, he smiled. –Is... unexpected," he said.
Damián smiled back. "I know," he said. "But that's what I am.
Damián remained on his knees on the bed, with your whole body in motion, in response to that immense thing inside him. To get out that thing that shocked him before he incinerated him.
The kiss was hot and passionate, full of desire and surprise.
Damián closed his eyes and gave himself over to the kiss. He felt Adam's hand in his hair, and he moaned in pleasure.
The kiss lasted what seemed like an eternity. When he finally finished, Damián and Adam looked at each other, panting.
"I didn't expect that," Adam said.
Adam kissed eagerly. Damián responded. With each thrust of the tongue. It was lost in the manly, rustic taste. And in the slight whiskey flavor. He wanted to drown. That electricity hovered between them. Maddening. They couldn't find the perfect angle. Adam seemed to want to get closer. Damián desired him with an intensity that could alarm him if he worried about anything other than the feeling of the exaltation of his mouth in his.
That heart-stopping taste, like something I'd known and lost. As recognition, he thought. "Like home." He realized that he might not outlive this man for long. But Adam's hands grabbed her hair, he positioned his mouth where he wanted it and dove in with a skill and voracity that left no option but to match.
Much better! That ass that had made him in the bathroom leaning against his hardest part, stimulating him. Making him feel more like an animal than a man. Every time Damián shuddered, he felt like it was a caress.
It's better this way," he grumbled as she tucked Damián between her legs and he hugged her neck. Not with your legs spread. Adam groaned but couldn't resist and reached orgasm with ecstasy and frenzy, like a teenager.
The next day... in the gallery!
The tabloid frenzy continued, portraying Callum and Aster's relationship as a public spectacle. "Scandal in society, Clarice Phillips exchanged for an unknown Omega!" were still the headlines. The innuendo and malicious accusations seemed to have been written by a team of villains determined to tarnish her image.
Observing the reports, Aster vented to Damián: "You're with the 'Fairy Godmother,' while I'm stuck with the 'Wicked Witch.'" Aster had become an unwitting student at a high-society school of etiquette:
"Learn how to walk gracefully down the stairs, fold napkins perfectly, master the art of shaking hands, and leave a table without attracting attention," Aster listed with an impatient look.
Damian listened with a sarcastic expression as Aster continued:
"During the meal, we should cross our cutlery so that the waiters know not to remove our plates. And when we're done, we should tilt the utensils and place the handles in the lower right corner of the plate, as if it were 4:20 p.m. on a clock."
Aster couldn't hide his frustration with the "wicked witch's" teachings and continued:
"As for tea or coffee, there's even a protocol for holding the handle. And, of course, without sticking out your little finger, because that would be too presumptuous," he said, rolling his eyes.
Damián pondered the situation for a moment before commenting, "It's amazing how the misfortune of others somehow makes us feel better about our own. I may be living in hell, but at least with you it feels like a shared hell.
He smiled complicitly and added, "We can only unite and mourn our misfortune together.
Aster, taking another sip of coffee, finally broached the subject that had been on his mind: "Have you heard any news about the shooting of the movie?"
"It will be three months from now when the first and second snow falls. The studio plans our shoot carefully to ensure that we have the ideal snow conditions for the scenes.
The first snowfall usually provides a more pristine and scenic backdrop, perfect for our filming. However, they also want to make sure there is enough snow to meet the needs of the shoot. So, this three-month window gives us the flexibility to disappear.
When Aster and Damián are interrupted by a noise.
Aster looks up (as his phone vibrates and Callum's name appears on the screen): He stares at his phone screen for a moment before answering.
"Hello?"
Callum:
"I still have a few things to finish here. What time do you plan to return home? I don't want it to be late."
Callum (noticing the resigned sigh on the other end of the line):
Callum Campbell, the alpha who has always considered himself the most powerful of them all, was hesitating. He knew that about 99% of all omegas wanted marriage, but he understood that Aster might not share the same desire.
Aster was beautiful and intelligent, had his independence, and was therefore different from an omega born and protected by a family. In addition, he had had bitter experiences in his life.
But Callum quickly dismissed these foolish thoughts. They belonged to each other, and that was all that mattered.
Damián asks Aster:
"Are you developing a series of complicated, exciting, or pathetic episodes?"
Aster replies with an awkward smile, "Yes, I'm working on it."
Aster confidently asks, "Do you really believe this can work?"
Aster looks at Damián fondly and replies, "Yes, I'm having a hard time, but I don't know if I can make it real."
Damián whispers, "With confidence, with our talent, nothing can go wrong."
"What have we lost by trying?" Damián asks with an enigmatic smile. "And have you considered what happens if we don't try? Have you ever thought about that?"
But honestly, I don't even want to think about it. Just remember that you don't love him, it's just an act.
At Campbell Manor, the first thing Callum does upon entering the house is to go to Aster's room.
He knows that Aster has arrived safely, as the security guards in charge of his protection informed him a minute before his arrival.
Callum finds Aster sitting on the bed, concentrating on the computer.
"How was your day?" asks Callum.
Aster turns to Callum, an affectionate smile lighting up his face. "It was great, but it's even better now that I'm with you."
Callum joins Aster on the bed, wrapping his arm around him.
"For me, too, it's gotten better now that I'm with you," Callum mutters.
And so, they stay, sharing intimate conversations and an inexplicable connection, further strengthening the love between them.