And when the omega pheromones were released again, Zahir, who had been languidly unwinding, responded sensitively.
“C-Cesare.”
“Back then, you followed me around like a puppy. Sure, it was annoying, but fine—I’ll admit, sometimes I thought it was cute. But now, you come along claiming to be an alpha?”
As Cesare made this rhetorical statement, a slight, attractive smile played on his lips as he spoke in a languid tone.
“The same guy who used to cry in front of me... like a baby.”
After Cesare finished speaking, Zahir, who was always attuned to him, caught on quickly and posed a sharp question.
“So, does that appeal to you?”
Cesare’s hand tightened around Zahir’s nape, the lively pulse throbbing beneath his palm sending a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through him.
Weak legs and a sore rear reminded him of the intensity of what had just transpired, but he paid no mind, lost in the moment.
‘If only I could claim Zahir’s scent as mine once more...’
