Omega POV (Ayan)
The house was too quiet.
After Kieran left, I sat in the kitchen, staring at the untouched food on the plate in front of me. I wasn't hungry. Not for food, anyway.
I kept hearing his voice in my head.
You're not ready for what would happen if I stopped holding back.
It made my stomach twist. My thighs squeeze.
I stood up and wandered out of the kitchen. Just to clear my head.
The mansion was big. Cold. Everything expensive and black and quiet.
My bare feet padded across marble floors as I followed the hallway past the stairs. I wasn't really thinking—I just moved. I didn't even know where I was going.
Then I heard it.
A sound.
Soft at first.
A sharp inhale. Then—
"Ah—f-fuck…"
I froze.
The voice was unmistakable.
Kieran.
The sound was coming from behind a slightly opened door. His office?
My heart skipped.
I should've turned around. I should've gone back.
But I didn't.
I stepped closer.
His voice came again—lower this time. Rough. Desperate.
"Haaah... Ayan..."
My name.
He moaned my name.
My face went red instantly. Heat flooded between my legs.
The door was cracked open just enough for me to peek.
He was in the chair behind his desk. His head thrown back. Shirt unbuttoned. His chest rising and falling with every sharp breath.
His pants were open.
One hand gripped the arm of the chair so hard his knuckles were white. The other pumped his cock—thick, flushed, leaking. His dick was swollen already. Red and angry-looking, like it hurt to be denied.
His hips bucked into his own hand.
"Hhnnng—fuck—Ayan…"
My knees almost gave out.
I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs together as I watched in shock. In heat. In something worse.
I couldn't look away.
His eyes were shut tight. His brow furrowed like he was in pain.
His hand moved faster.
"Hah—haaah… aahhh—mmnh… Ayan, so tight… so soft…"
His hips jerked hard.
Then his moans grew louder.
"Ah—ahh—ahhh! Fuck—Ayan—Ayan—!!"
Thick spurts of cum shot across his stomach, dripping down his abs. His cock twitched violently, still pulsing as his hand slowed, milking the last few drops.
I covered my mouth to keep myself from gasping out loud.
He stayed there for a while, panting.
Then suddenly—he opened his eyes.
I stepped back.
Too loud.
Too fast.
The floor creaked.
My heart stopped.
I ran back down the hall, not looking back—panting, burning, my pulse in my throat.
I didn't stop until I was back in the guest room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I pressed my back against the wood, my chest heaving.
He'd moaned my name.
While touching himself
I barely slept that night.
He wanted me.
And now I knew it.
Morning came too fast.
I stepped out of the guest room in one of the soft black robes again, bare underneath. My skin still smelled like him. I was about to head to the kitchen, pretending everything was normal.
But he was already waiting for me.
At the end of the hallway.
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
He looked calm.
Too calm.
"Kieran," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
His eyes locked onto mine.
"You didn't eat dinner," he said.
I shrugged lightly. "Wasn't hungry."
He stared.
Then: "How long were you standing outside my office last night?"
My breath caught.
Shit.
So he knew.
"I wasn't—" I started, then stopped.
There was no point lying.
His scent shifted slightly—like smoke heating in the air.
I swallowed. "...Just a minute."
He said nothing.
His eyes dropped to my bare legs, the hem of the robe just brushing my thighs.
And even though I knew I was playing with fire… I took a step forward.
Then another.
Until I was standing right in front of him—looking up at his towering frame.
I reached up.
My fingers brushed against his jaw, soft at first. He didn't move.
So I leaned up on my toes.
And kissed him.
Just a soft press of lips—slow, innocent—but I felt him stiffen.
His hands twitched at his sides, like he was holding himself back.
Good.
I wanted to see how far I could push.
I deepened the kiss just a little, just enough to make it linger.
Then I slowly turned around in front of him, letting my back press into his chest.
He was taller. So much taller.
My ass lined up perfectly with his crotch.
And I moved.
Just a slow, teasing roll of my hips—rubbing against the bulge I already felt forming through his slacks.
I smiled.
"I just wanted to see," I whispered, "if you'd moan my name like that again."
His breath hitched.
His hands gripped my waist—tight.
Then his voice came, low in my ear, sharp and deep:
"You think this is a game?"
Goosebumps ran down my spine.
Still, I pressed back harder, feeling the shape of his cock under me now. Thick. Heavy.
His grip on me tightened until I gasped.
"You want me to lose control," he said. "But if I do, you won't be able to walk after."
My legs trembled.
But I didn't pull away.
I tilted my head back against his shoulder and whispered, "Maybe I don't want to walk."
He growled.
Low.
Dangerous.
And his hands started to move.
His cock was hard—really hard—pressing thick and full against the back of my thighs through his trousers. My body was already reacting again, heat crawling under my skin.
I rubbed slower, pressing deeper.
His breath came faster, heavier.
Then suddenly—
He pushed me away.
Hard, but not enough to hurt.
His chest rose and fell like he'd just run up stairs. His bulge was obvious now—his length straining against the fabric,his cock already starting to swell.
He looked like he was about to lose it.
But he didn't.
Instead, he growled.
"You—" He pointed at me like I was a crime scene. "Are going to drive me insane."
I blinked, pretending to be innocent. "Me?"
He ran a hand down his face and actually groaned. "Yes, you, you heat-triggering, ass-rubbing little—"
He turned away before finishing that sentence.
Then he spun back toward me, furious.
"You can't just—grind on me like that! I'm not a f**king pole at some Omega club!"
I covered my mouth to hide my grin.
"Stop smiling!" he snapped.
"I'm not," I said sweetly.
"Yes, you are. You think this is funny? I'm about to rip this whole house apart trying not to knot you on the goddamn stairs!"
That visual made my knees go weak.
He scowled. "Go. To. Bed."
"But—"
"You're leaving tomorrow."
That stopped me.
My heart dropped a little.
"Oh," I said quietly.
He straightened his suit, still glaring, his hard-on refusing to go down. "I'm not having this argument with a heat-drunk omega in a bathrobe."
"I'm not heat-drunk—"
"Go. To. Bed."
Then he stormed off.
I stared after him.
And of course… I followed.
I crept down the hall as silently as I could, bare feet padding on cold marble.
He went into a room at the far end.
I slipped closer.
The door didn't fully shut.
Bingo.
He was on the phone.
"No, Leo," he said in a low voice. "I didn't touch him."
Pause.
"I almost did, okay? He was grinding on me like he was auditioning to be the father of my pups."
I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"You're an Alpha," the voice on the phone said. "Why didn't you just do it?"
"Because he doesn't know."
Another pause.
"Know what?" Leo asked.
"That he's my moon mate."
My whole body went still.
"I knew since the interview," Kieran muttered. "The moment he walked in, I felt it. That pull. His scent. It was him. My moonmate."
Leo was quiet for a second. Then he said:
"Oh f**k."
"Yeah. Exactly."
Another pause.
"But then why are you pushing him away? Doesn't the whole knot-n-bond thing only work with moonmates?"
"Because," Kieran hissed, "if I claim him now, the media will explode. My parents are already shoving some Alpha heiress down my throat for a merger marriage."
"Wait, you're still doing that fake engagement thing?"
"It's not fake to them," Kieran grunted. "They're talking venue and flowers."
Leo laughed. "You're the most feared CEO in the city and you're afraid of your mom?"
I bit my lip, trying not to snort.
Kieran sighed. "I'm not putting Ayan in danger. If the board or press find out I've bonded an unregistered Omega? They'll eat him alive."
"So you're sending him away?"
There was a pause.
Then Kieran said, softer this time:
"If I don't… I'll never stop."
My heart squeezed painfully.
And then…
"Also," Kieran added, "he's too damn cute when he's smug."
Leo burst out laughing. "You're screwed, man."
"I know," Kieran groaned.
I turned and tiptoed away—heart pounding