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It started off sweet. Adam captured him in the foyer, teasing him with toe curling kisses and compliments. They stumbled into the bedroom together, stripping clothes and falling onto the bed. The restraints were spontaneous and sexy. He hadn't given it much thought until the overpowering scent of rut filled the room, suffocating him.
Terrified, Elias realized that the being looming over him was not the person he knew and loved. Adam's eyes were a green so vibrant he recalled Vecton Park in the center of Hamton every time he looked at them. This man's gaze turned dark as onyx, fixated on the point where they connected, while thrusting into Elias with unrelenting power. He came so much that his dick was just drooping and oozing clear fluid onto his stomach.
"You're my possession in all ways, but what matters most," he grunted, barring his teeth, "is a mating mark. Let me claim you. Give me the key for your collar."
His pheromones swelled, bearing down on Elias' shoulders and forcing him to avert his eyes. His blissed out omega wanted to scream the location of it, but even if he did, Adam would never get past Ian. Despite living together, he still had his room back at the old apartment. It was one of the sore spots in their relationship. Elias grimaced.
"I don't have it," he replied.
Adam slammed his knot into him so hard they both arched their backs. Tears streamed down Elias' face as the predator consumed him for the seventh time. Were they done now? Could he go to sleep? Bathing could wait until he had strength in his legs.
Now locked together for the next several minutes, Adam collapsed on top of Elias, using his forearms to support part of his weight. This brought their noses centimeters apart, and he couldn't help but turn his face away, stomach roiling. The intensity of those dark eyes was too much for him to handle. What was this terrible situation? Where was the love from eight hours ago?
"Fuck, you're such a tease," Adam said. "How long have we been together?"
Silence stretched until a low growl tore through it.
"Eight months," Elias whispered.
"Exactly, so am I not the right alpha for you? You still haven't spent a heat with me despite having had two now. The first one was too soon, but what about the second? We just celebrated our six-month-anniversary. Instead of trusting me, you turned your back and spent your most vulnerable time alone in the same apartment as another fucking alpha. Do you know how inferior I felt? You might as well have said I don't deserve to love you like a true mate. Is that how you really feel?"
Elias gasped and bit down on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut. "You don't understand. My pheromones—"
"Are almost non-existent!" Adam roared over him, right into his ear, teeth scrapping it before his voice dipped into a whisper. "That's the problem. Just what kind of extraordinary drug did you get your hands on, huh? Are they legal? Maybe I'll report you. There's no doubt you'd lose your job and access to whatever you're taking. Would you mate with me then, when you're at your lowest and in need of natural help?"
His blood went cold, and it took everything he had not to thrash in fear. This was exactly what his doctor's warned him about. Even the barest amount of pheromones being consumed over time would eventually drive his companion crazy, reducing them to mere instinct. He didn't know why he kept trying. Wasn't that the definition of insanity?
The only things saving him were his top of the line collar and the scent blockers he'd stolen from the lab. It was wrong, but he didn't know what else to do. He couldn't work without them, neither could he live with Ian. They were his lifeline as an omega who was better off breeding for the rest of their miserable life.
"No," Elias replied, voice quiet but steady. "I would go back to my shitty father's house before I let you bite my neck."
Adam nuzzled Elias' scent gland, making him squirm in pain. It was too sensitive to be satisfying anymore. "You've suppressed your primal instincts for such a long time that you've forgotten your role in the world."
Elias' nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists. "Omega is my secondary gender. It has nothing to do with my ability to out-preform alphas in a business or social setting."
"Yes, that's because you're a cold-hearted bitch with no regard for anyone else's feelings."
Elias chuckled, despite the tears in his eyes. "Sure, lay it all on me while you're feeling bold. What else has been bothering you?"
"That was rude, I'm sorry, but I'm riled up right now. You're just so closed off that it drives me insane! Do you want me?"
"Yes! Why does mating matter? I'm here, offering what I can!"
"It's not enough."
Elias swallowed down a gasp. "Well, then you're the one who doesn't want me. You know about my past—"
"Don't you dare mention those alphas when I'm with you. It's bad enough you let them mark up your skin."
"… Let them?" Elias murmured, lips barely moving as he stared at the far wall of their alienating bedroom.
With the infatuation long gone and suffering taking its place, Elias could finally see things with clarity. A sense of restlessness consumed him, compelling him to go. The whole situation appeared devoid of genuine emotion, artificial, as if they had been putting on an act the entire time. The room appeared gloomy with its bare walls devoid of any momentos from adventures, and the closed curtains blocking out the sunlight.
What made everything tinted by rose-colored glasses so captivating in the first place? He wanted to pick up a bat and smash any he came into contact with. His chest tightened, and Elias clenched his jaw, struggling to make sense of Adam's point of view.
Did he think Elias embraced the scars, wearing them as a badge of honor, shining brightly for all to see? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any satisfaction or strength in them, utterly helpless in the face of his situation. If he said that, Adam would undoubtedly counter with the biology angle—asserting that omegas are designed to attract alphas. If he caused mania and violence by inviting it, isn't it his responsibility?
In the end, there was nothing Elias could say or do to make the situation better. Slowly, his lips curled up into a smile. Then he began to laugh and laugh, doubling over and curling as far into himself as the knot and restraints would allow.
