At this point, Grey knew he was alone in this. Whatever hope he had been clinging to finally slipped away, and he stopped expecting anything to happen with Lord Jethro.
His hands moved to the zipper of his trousers without conscious thought. He pulled it down.
He didn't care anymore if Lord Jethro found him like that.
His own scent hit him immediately, the same one that always accompanied his heat. It made his stomach twist with frustration, especially he felt the slick too, gathering, warm and humiliating as it slid free.
"I'm not a female omega," he groaned under his breath. "Why the fuck do I even produce this?"
It was always females, especially omega females ..who produced slick during heat. It was meant to draw mates in, sweet and intoxicating, something that pulled alphas toward them and drove them into rut.
That was how it was supposed to work.
So why did his body do this to him when he wasn't a female?
Every single time it happened, he cursed it. Cursed himself. Even went as far as getting angry at the Moon Goddess for creating him this way. If this was what she wanted from him, then she should have made him a woman instead of trapping him in a body that didn't make sense.
His trousers slipped down, pooling around his feet. Hesitantly, his fingers wrapped around his cock, swollen, overheated, throbbing with need.
And instead of relief, pain shot through him, the touch felt empty. His palm dragged against his skin like something rough, scraping instead of soothing.
The sensation only sharpened the ache.
He sucked in a shaky breath and pulled his hand away.
What was he supposed to do now?
Usually, even if it never truly satisfied him, it helped enough. It eased the worst of it, gave him something he could survive through. Tonight, it wasn't working at all.
The thought scared him.
He pushed himself to his feet, unable to sit any longer. With stiff, hurried movements, he dragged his trousers back up, not bothering with his briefs.
His body protested every motion, heat pressing deeper.
If Lord Jethro wasn't going to come out, then Grey couldn't stay here like this. They were both caught in whatever this was, but Grey was the one breaking apart outside while Lord Jethro locked himself away, cooling himself in the bathroom.
He needed water too, maybe it could help, even if it's just a little bit.
Using the wall for balance, Grey staggered toward the bathroom door. His legs weak beneath him, his skin too tight, his thoughts scattered.
When he got at the door, he raised his hand and knocked.
"I…" His voice came out hoarse, barely steady. He swallowed and tried again. "I need to use the bathroom."
He didn't know if Lord Jethro would hear him.
But he stood there waiting anyway.
The door didn't open instantly. It took minutes.. two, maybe three. Grey didn't know. He almost gave up and walked away, but just as he shifted, the door opened slowly.
Strong pheromones hit him so violently that Grey shivered. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of Lord Jethro.
As though Grey's scent hit him as well, Lord Jethro staggered back, fingers tightening on the door as if he had to hold himself in place.
He was wet, dripping with water. His clothes and hair looked disheveled, like he had dressed just now, before opening the door. The sight of him, half-drenched and raw, made Grey's breath catch.
His clothes clung to him, soaked, outlining everything beneath them... the chest Grey could barely stop himself from stumbling toward just to lie against it, the strong arms he ached to feel wrapped around him.
And then there was the bulge, straining against his pants. Grey found himself staring openly, his thoughts scattered, no logic left to tell him he should feel ashamed.
Realizing it, Lord Jethro stepped away, out of the way, giving him space to enter, but Grey remained rooted to the spot, as though his legs refused to move.
'Am I not attractive enough to pull him in?' The thought surfaced again. But he knew he couldn't force himself on him, his only hope now was the freezing water, so he forced his legs to move. He could still hear the shower dripping, each step drawing him closer.
Getting under it, the freezing water crashed against his skin. It was cold enough to shock him, but it didn't touch the heat inside him. It only made the burning worse, as if the cold only highlighted the fire beneath his skin.
He heard the door opened again, he turned instinctively and saw Lord Jethro walk back inside and closed the distance between them in in blur.
He still moved closer even though they were already too close. Grey's heart hammered.
They stood under the shower together, bodies pressed against each other, breath mixing.
Lord Jethro's hand lifted slowly and caressed Grey's cheek, brushing away his hair. His touch moved to the back of Grey's neck, and the other hand grabbed Grey's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies touched completely.
Grey trembled.
The feeling was overwhelming.
It was actually happening. He wasn't imagining it. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a fantasy. It was real. It was Lord Jethro, and he was finally here, close enough to touch.
Grey's hands moved without permission, tightening on Lord Jethro's turtleneck top and pulling him closer as well. Their faces hovered close, breathing heavy.
Their lips drifted closer, hesitation stretching the moment thin, until they brushed, just barely. That single touch sent a sharp current through them both.
They leaned in closer at the same time, and when their mouths finally met fully, the air between them instantly became charged and breathless.
Lord Jethro walked Grey to the glass wall, holding him there, capturing his lips completely. His tongue brushed Grey's lips and slipped through, and Grey surrendered.
Their touch became frantic and desperate, like they were trying to make up for everything they had denied, the time lost.
Every second intensified.
Grey's body trembled as the hands he had craved so intensely pulled him closer, drawing him against the body he had wanted just as desperately.
Every touch felt necessary, urgent, as though without them he might not survive another minute.
The touches and the body felt exactly like they did in his dreams, the same cravings he woke up with afterward.
And now, finally, it felt like he was quenching a thirst that had been slowly killing him.
He could barely breathe. His world narrowed to Jethro's mouth on his, the strength of his hands holding him in place.
Without warning, his body gave in from the kiss and the touches alone, cumming. The release felt sudden and overwhelming, leaving him stunned and breathless.
But the relief didn't last. Almost immediately, the need only grew again, stronger.
He unconsciously moved closer, wanting more of him, and Lord Jethro pressed closer too. Their bodies moved together, desperate for contact.
He moved closer without thinking, craving more of him, and Lord Jethro pressed in too. Their bodies collided, desperate for contact.
Unexpectedly, their cocks touched through their clothes. The sudden feeling made them both gasp.. more desperate and hungry. They pressed even harder, grinding against each other. The friction sent waves of pleasure through them, and they clung to it like a lifeline.
Their movements became faster, more urgent, holding each other tighter, rubbing closer and faster. Moans escaped their lips, raw and uncontrolled.
And this time, when Grey came again, Lord Jethro did too, trembling against each other.
But still, their bodies didn't stop. It was like they were searching for something specific, and neither of them would back down until they found it.
They still craved each other, still wanted more.
Unconsciously, Lord Jethro tugged at Grey's trousers and shirt, letting them fall to the wet floor. While Jethro pulled his own turtle neck off. Grey opened Lord Jethro's zipper and pulled his pants off
Everything was happening too fast.
They finally felt each other skin to skin, and the craving and need rose to another level. It was like Lord Jethro couldn't hesitate or stop himself anymore, he carried Grey off the floor, holding him tight against his chest, and walked out of the bathroom, back into the office area, onto the couch inside the office.