Worthless - Chapter 54

‘You totally could,’ His mind supplied traitorously. ‘You just need to open your mouth and tell the truth.’

And Zeke almost gave in and succumbed into his utmost ungentlemanly side, but no.

‘No can do,’ He reigned over, pushing back his filthy brain away.

He stopped himself before he could do it and proceeded on slapping his brain for spouting nonsense because he believed he was a man of honor.

A refined and polished man.

A man with self-preservation.

Unfortunately, Zeke was driven into a moment of mild confusion when he heard the silver-head Beta stammer out an incomprehensible string of words with an even more obvious blush painted across his face and that was the moment where Zeke was drowned in a horrid realization that he–

Jian Yu, on the other hand, felt his brain stopped working. Never once in his lifetime as a Beta did he ever thought his scent would turn anyone on. And it wasn’t just anyone.

It was Zeke Roderick.

It was already unbelievable to receive a confession from said man, but this?

It would never even cross his mind even after his death. This was way out of his league.

While dwelling on different matters, the both of them felt as if they were teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Zeke held back a sob as he cursed internally at how his brain had malfunctioned for the first time in such an important situation. Instead of working and gearing the tires to ease the moment, his brain decided to add more explicit commentaries.

Like…

Like Jian Yu’s mesmerising features.

Like how the vivid blush on his face acted like a touch up and enhanced his already heavenly looks.

His obsidian eyes glowed with a greyish hue that hid underneath long and white fluttering lashes.

And his brain also wouldn’t leave out the pleasing scent.

Yeah.

Those thoughts were distracting enough and not helping at all!

Why did his brain have to glitch?

The black-haired Alpha sobbed rather comically in the depth of his mind.

“Sir? Sir Roderick?”

Soft voice, bȧrėly a whisper called out to him sweetly– Zeke wanted to tear his brain apart for implying it that way– And pulled him out of his debate with his useless brain.

Jian Yu was flushed all the way down to his neck, the tips of his ears burning red, and Zeke almost lost all of his self-control just by looking at the flustered Beta.

His obsidian eyes were searching for Zeke’s when the Alpha had zoned out for a few minutes, looking like his soul had left its place. “Are you okay?”

He asked with an endearingly cute worried face and the faint trace of red blossoming across his cheeks.

Zeke had to gulp down before he actually started to drool when he accidentally took a breath and was ȧssaulted by Jian Yu’s scent.

‘He’s really adorable when he’s flustered,’ Zeke couldn’t help but think. His eyes lingered on Jian Yu’s face, the redness on his pale skin, and he tried to burn the image deep into his memory, along with the feel of Jian Yu’s slender wrist that was still–

His wrist!

–in his grip, burning with heat.

Even after a long time, Jian Yu had yet to make a move to tug his wrist out of Zeke’s grip.

The jade-eyed Roderick’s heart thumped in his ċhėst.

Once.

Twice.

‘This is not good.’ He found himself thinking.

‘This is so bad for my heart.’ Heat crawled up and burned uncomfortably at the back of Zeke’s neck. ‘Oh my god, please bury me.’

His traitorous brain had decided to give it’s opinion. ‘He’s not resisting at all. You are holding his hand and he’s not resisting AT ALL! Take a step further? Yes or Yes?’

If Zeke wanted to smack his brain before, right now he really wished he could crack his head open and throw his brain out because it was only making things worse!

A light tug snapped Zeke out of his inner thoughts– only to be met by an adorable concerned face. “Are you really okay? You have been zoning out for a while, Sir.”

Zeke blinked before humming out, not really registering the words of concern from Jian Yu. He was still distracted by the red flush adoring the silverette Beta’s face and the delicious smell that once in a while flared up unexpectedly.

And it made him ponder if he actually tasted the same as he smelt?

“Sir? Sir?! Wait– Sir, what are you doing–!”

Zeke could feel the warmth radiating and scent blasting directly under his nose as he nudged his nose up Jian Yu’s exposed collarbone and dived into the crook of his neck, just right at the scent gland below his ear as Jian Yu squeaked out his flustered protests.

What was once red now deepened even more like a ripened tomato and Zeke could feel the heat radiating from Jian Yu’s neck. Jian Yu’s breath hitched as he exhaled and his heartbeat drummed furiously that he felt like he almost passed out from burning.

At this proximity, Zeke was drowned in Jian Yu’s scent. The scent of fresh woods with the lingering smell of morning dew. It wrapped around Zeke, enveloping him in its gentle embrace.

It also smelt so good that it was so addicting and intoxicating that Zeke found himself unable to stop.

Instead, he wanted more of it.

He nudged himself closer, almost pulling his upper lips back and growled when the source of the scent tried to back away, letting out his own pheromones. He used his other free hand to wrap it around the squawking Beta, pressing his palm flat at the base of Jian Yu’s spine to keep him in place.

He purred satisfactorily when this time he managed to press the tip of his nose deeper into Jian Yu’s neck.

His lips brushed against the heated skin and it didn’t take long for his tongue to join the fun, mouthing over the scent gland on Jian Yu’s neck and nipping not so gently–

The room temperature that was once hot and burning suddenly dropped drastically as another Alpha pheromones that didn’t belong to Zeke flooded in. The air grew tense as two Alpha pheromones fought for dominance. They prodded and clashed at each other.

Zeke had yet to release his hold on Jian Yu, if more, his grip only tightened. Stuck in between the battle between two raging Alpha, Jian Yu choked at the overwhelming pheromones and resisted to let out a whimper. The air was so, so thick that it was suffocating him, strangling him for its own sadistic pŀėȧsurė.

“What do you think you are doing?”

A strong yet feminime voice growled.