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This fuck session was a rollercoaster Lucas wanted to get off of, only to choose to remain seated and ride again.

Lucas swallowed hard, throat sore from trying to croon at Blaise working his cock. He wanted to praise him for doing a good job, to let his partner know he was excited. It was bliss every time Blaise sank down over his shaft, neither person embarrassed by the squelches and the slaps of balls against balls.

Instead, what came out was a pathetic-sounding rumble. His breathing was labored, feeling hotter and hotter. The sweat rolling down his skin didn't help cool him. Lucas assumed it was adrenaline and being horny. Yes, that's all it was. As much as he wished to pump his hips upward to match Blaise's rhythm and reach the deepest parts within him, it was too difficult to even do that.

Absolutely, really frustrating. I swear I'm not this weak.

"Don't worry, love, I'll do the work. Just keep your pretty ass where it is," Blaise purred.

What the hell? Is he a mind reader? Or is my performance that terrible?

Things got a little weird from there.

The image of Blaise's curvy backside and the grabbable plump of his hips became blurry, vision obscured by feral drunkenness that Lucas had never experienced so intensely before. No amount of rut inducers could produce this. An endless number of betas in his bed could never stir him enough to feel so...

Desperate.

There was an unbearable crawling under his skin. It would make any man descend into madness, an itch that couldn't be relieved by scratching.

THUMP.

THUMP.

THUMP.

That wasn't his own heartbeat. Lucas had a hyper-awareness of a second one, in sync with his. Blaise. It was Blaise's heartbeat.

How do I know that?

Inner alpha growing more restless.

Teeth grinding together.

This wasn't his rut. Lucas couldn't explain what these symptoms were. Whatever sickness this was made him queasy.

Stop. Don't stop. Fuck me. Get off. Stay.

What the fuck do I want him to do? What do I want to do?

The dizzying fog lifted from his sight. Nausea went away, too, as well as the stinging in his body. In fact, Lucas almost forgot he was being reverse cowboyed, cock shuddering as it sought out a place to empty his semen.

Shit.

Shit...

Shit!

He wanted to knot! It was almost there, the width growing little by little. Blaise squeaked at the sudden growth in size, nails reaching back, scratching into the Chastity tattoo.

Lucas's focus turned to something else. The pain from claws in his groin faded. Not even a looming knot could distract him, a bodily function that he found was impossible to do as the Zhang's prized blood slave.

Blaise's nape.

A ringing pierced his hearing. Every breath they took was louder than the splitting earth caused by Abaddon's rage. The moonlight shone brighter, lighting up that small area on Blaise's neck precisely.

As he thought, remaining still on the grass was out of the question. He sat up, struggling to lift himself. This freaking fever!

Blaise paused, teasing the tip of Lucas's dick with his flushed hole. It sucked in the head before retreating, letting it slip out after a measly taste. THWOP. Back inside, tight enough to force a groan from Lucas.

Damn it, stop doing that!

"Love, I said I'll service-"

"Here," Lucas snarled, accidentally making it sound more aggressive than he meant it to be. If it was a human female on top of him, she'd be running scared to tell her owner.

Finally sitting straight, he pushed aside blonde hair, gently grabbing the front side of the vampire's throat. He licked his nape. Here. The vanilla was so strong, so nice to smell.

Bite. Has anyone bitten here? No, there's no other alpha's scent to indicate he's taken. I'd have to kill them to make this omega mine-

"Lucas."

His name said with gentle concern got his attention. The ringing volumed down. Lucas saw that he had unintentionally left hickies on Blaise's nape, bruises turning blue to yellow to nothing in three seconds. Spit dripped between his shoulder blades, shocking Lucas because his inner alpha never had the urge to be rough with Teru, or leave physical marks on the betas he was paired with in New York. And why in the world did he think 'omega' just now?!

"Does doing this scare you?" Blaise asked quietly, not moving regardless of the pre-knot dick inside him.

"...Yes."

"Your pheromones are telling me interesting things. What you desire. What you wish me to be. I'll always be a dominant alpha. That will never change. Yet, you still want to...," his words trailed off, but Lucas knew what he was going to say.

'To mark me.'

Alphas can't be marked. We don't have the instincts to do that to another alpha.

Fuck instincts.

Lucas pressed his lips against Blaise's nape again, kissing every little hair. Each one was precious. If instincts were supposed to make him appalled by this, it was doing a shitty job.

His senses changed again.

Minutes before, every sound hurt his ears, amplified enough to almost burst his eardrums. Now, the night was mute. They stopped breathing. Every bug hushed. Owls ceased their hunts.

The only thing he heard was Blaise saying, "Do it."

Following orders, Lucas opened his mouth and bit the sweetest spot in existence. His teeth broke through the skin, tasting iron with a tinge of vanilla in his mouth. It felt right, despite it being his first time. Let his canines do the work.

Though he was told to mark betas for no fucking reason other than to satisfy the Duke's kinks, Lucas never complied, knowing it would send him back to the cold, dark kennel. Using his body was one thing; biting someone's nape, whether omega, beta, or alpha, was a completely different matter.

When Kieran denied the werewolf to give their dying friend his blood, Lucas understood. That was one of Kieran's morals.

For Lucas, consent was everything.

Don't pressure others to use themselves for the expense of others.

Respect his decision to bite or not to bite.

...And he hoped Blaise would forgive him. Like the past, he was bound to forget those golden rules, his personal morals. Lucas will lose himself and break them by the fucked up side of his alpha; it had reverted to the ancient times of claiming everything it wanted, consent or not.

We promised to be each other's shoulder.

His canines stopped. This was good enough. Don't push it too far. The last of the itch vanished like it was never there. Weird. Somehow, the unbearable symptoms went away. He couldn't stop the pleasing rumble in his chest, finally able to try this intimate act on a partner who wasn't a stranger.

This wouldn't count as a real marking. On a human, the marking would fade like any other wound without leaving evidence, unlike an omega who'd be left with a permanent ring of teeth to prove their claimed status.

Lucas removed his teeth, watching the holes close. Scar tissue formed, followed by new skin. No marking. No bond. The only indication was the scent of lavender under Blaise's skin. It gave a sort of assurance of...something, but the uncertainty made him uneasy.

"Well?"

"Hmm?" Lucas hummed, startled. He eased his hold on Blaise's throat.

The vampire turned his head, meeting his stare with curiosity and hesitation. "Do you see anything?"

In other words, did his bite leave any mark? A scar? Proof that they were fated to be more than sin and virtue? Perhaps...like Kieran and Teru? Destined mates?

He glanced at the spotless nape, no blemishes or teeth marks in sight. "No. Nothing at all."

Blaise froze, face not showing emotion, a pro at hiding his true feelings. Lucas could tell, though, in his eyes alone. Confusion. Anger. Disappointment.

Blaise faced away from Lucas. "Is that so?" He went back to riding him, not as enthusiastic and kind of robotic; a duty to finish, rather than their passionate exclamation to figure out the meaning of love. Instead of taking a step forward, they took ten steps back. Scratch that, they took a hundred steps back!

Lucas had also lost his pre-knot. Seeing the result deflated it, protesting that a mistake had been made.

This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be surprised or sad. Alphas having such a fate together is impossible. We can sugarcoat all we want, but being Chastity is a job.

Fate was unpredictable.

Fate was weird.

Fate was cruel.

A cold sweat made him shiver. Everything blurred, but not like when he had the call to mark Blaise. The stars circled, disorienting him.

I didn't come yet. Did I help Lust?

His hand slipped from Blaise's neck, falling backward. A loud, muffled voice was the last thing Lucas heard before blacking out, fever dreams haunting him for the night.