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For the next half hour I kept thrusting into him, my own rut now in full force—I felt invincible, drowning in my own waves of orgasm, my dick permanently hard. I wanted to give Damien as much ecstasy as possible, dissolving his worries, so I just fucked him… and fucked relentlessly.

Overall, it took about two hours, and he came many more times, his belly densely covered with white drops and streaks of his cum…

However, his hands were on the bed the whole time; he didn't put his arms around me even once, which was a little disappointing but understandable in this situation.

When I finally plunged into him one last time, filling him with another huge blast of my cum, and slowly pulled out, the awkward moment came.

Suddenly, Damien opened his eyes and looked at me with some desperation.

"Are you gonna stay with me for the whole heat?"

There was so much unease in his voice, almost like he was afraid I’d just stand up right now and leave on the spot.

"Damien…" Now was finally the time to try to soothe his anxiousness with something more than AO sounds and vibrations. "You can absolutely relax. I can feel how tense you are. Everything’s gonna be fine, I promise!"

"You can’t promise that. Not during the heat," he said, his tone unsteady. Then, with his eyes closed again, he blurted out, "I just want things to be… good, predictable, safe… That’s all I want." There was so much despair in his tone…

"They will be," I said quietly, a hint of melancholy creeping into my voice.

We both knew no one could make promises at a moment like this. It was an unspoken rule during heat—everyone in the ABO society knew it. The raging hormones and our out-of-whack mental state made it too risky.

"When the heat is over, everything will be sorted out. Of course, we shouldn’t discuss the future during a time like this, but for now, please relax and try to enjoy it."

Damien slowly nodded.

There was a temporary moment of silence, as he was attempting to regain his composure.

Then, he suddenly sat up, put on his glasses, and looked at his nest. "It didn’t even fall apart. You actually did a good job reinforcing it."

Noticing his surprised expression, I gave a small, sheepish smile. "Well, I wasn’t exactly great with my exes’ nests before, so… making up for it now."

He kept staring at it. "Nobody’s ever really cared for it before. My nest’s been wrecked so many times—my brothers used to tear it up, and even our butler would leave it all messed up when he took the sheets."

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet. My family didn’t have butlers—then again, we weren’t Lowens.

But there was something I needed to mention. "Listen, I’ve gotta step out for a bit to grab my laptop from the office. I could arrange for the IT tech to come by, but I don’t want him showing up here at your address. Might raise questions since I reached out to you outside work hours."

Damien’s face fell, his eyes wide with panic. "Wait—you’re leaving now?"

His anxiety didn’t surprise me, considering how he’d felt during the sex.

Was this the confirmation of the fears he had? That I might just stand up and leave? The nervous energy radiating from him was sharp and intense, his heartbeat racing like a frightened bird's.

I immediately sat up and reached for his hands, which I slightly squeezed to focus his attention. "Damien, I swear I'll be back. Two hours, tops. I'll just grab some clothes—I'm pretty sure you don't have anything in my size," I added with a small, calming smile.

But he still looked so uneasy, almost teary-eyed, and my protective instincts kicked in. I moved closer and pulled him into my lap, pressing his head against my chest. For a moment, I stroked his hair lightly.

"Hey… Look, I’m leaving my phone here. I never go anywhere without it, so you know I’ll come back, okay?"

Damien seemed to relax into my arms, leaning in just a little, almost like he wanted to snuggle. Well, the phone thing seemed to work like magic. So many people were firmly glued to their cells—it successfully convinced him.

Finally, he gave a slow nod, a cautious smile tugging at his lips for the first time. I grinned, gently squeezing one of his love handles, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

"You’re cute when you smile."

His cheeks flushed, and he quickly looked away.

"I’m gonna take a shower, then head to the company," I said, tilting my head to try and catch his gaze.

"Okay. Towels are under the cabinet," he muttered, pulling out of my arms.

Not wanting to drag it out, I hit the shower for a quick rinse. When I came out, Damien was in the kitchen, standing there in a long white t-shirt with a blank expression.

"Alright, I’m off. I’ll be back as soon as I can—promise!" I put my phone on the counter within his reach.

His eyes flicked to it, and his expression relaxed. Yup. Who leaves their phone behind if they don’t plan to return?

"Take care," I called over my shoulder before practically sprinting to my car.

I drove straight to Mr. Ren Ragu’s office building. The IT tech was about to head out for fieldwork, but I caught him just in time. He handed me the laptop and said the ‘Cases’ folder had the client files that I should review for potential matches.

With the laptop in hand, I swung by my place to grab clothes and a few essentials. Then, on a whim, I decided to stop at the grocery store. Maybe I could cook something for Damien? It felt kind of random, but I wanted to do something nice for him.

Groceries in the trunk, I headed back to Damien’s place.

He opened the door almost as soon as I got there, like he’d been waiting right behind it.

"You’re back," he said, sounding surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn’t I be? I promised, didn’t I?"

A pained look crossed his face. "I’ve been stood up by alphas before. They’d say, ‘Let’s meet again,’ but then they’d ghost me."

"That sucks," I said, stepping inside with the bags. "But I’m not like them. I keep my word."

I set the bags on the counter. Damien followed, barefoot, in his pink loose sweats and a white t-shirt.

"What’s all this?" he asked.

"I don’t know how long your heat will last, but if it’s more than two days, we’ll need supplies. Thought I’d make lunch while I’m at it—unless you feel another heat wave coming?"

Damien quickly shook his head, a blush creeping up his neck. "Not yet. The heat is just starting. I suppose the waves will get stronger later."

"Got it," I said, clearing my throat. "So, can I cook for you?"

He blinked nervously. "I don’t wanna trouble you—"

"It’s not trouble. I gotta eat too. And I eat a lot!" I grinned.

"Alrighty then." Damien paused, noticing something. "Oh, you brought your laptop."

"Yup," I said, slinging the bag off my shoulder.

"Gotta keep busy during your heat breaks," I added with a shrug.

He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, a new job already? You mentioned it before. Did you actually get it?"

"Sure I did! It’s with a matchmaking agency that also does the marital contract fairs and auctions. I used to work there before… well, before I got into some trouble and ended up at Dark Dreams."

"Really? So, you were actually serious about leaving Dark Dreams?"

I glanced at him cautiously while unpacking the groceries. He had some serious trust issues with what people were telling him. "Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Omegas hear a lot of bullshit talk from alphas—‘I’ll change,’ ‘I’ll do this,’ ‘I’ll do that’—but it never happens. I’ve been there too many times," he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

I stayed quiet for a moment. His insecurity was so obvious it hurt. Seemed like most alphas didn’t give him the time of day. Sure, he didn’t look like a model, but he had this raw, magnetic charm that I found… addictive. How the hell were they overlooking him?

Damien absentmindedly ran his fingers over his birthmark.

"They stare at it…" he muttered, almost as if answering my silent question.

"Probably 'cause it’s pretty," I said without thinking.

He let out a huff, sounding so annoyed that I decided to drop the topic immediately. It was too early to assure him about what I felt.

For now, he didn’t have a clue what I truly wanted from him. He was in… for a surprise.

But it had to wait.

"Here’s the frying pan," he offered, handing it over when he saw me looking around with a carton of eggs in hand.

"Thanks," I said, taking it. "You know, there’s something you should know about me—I don’t make empty promises. That’s just not my style."

Damien gave me this look, like, Yeah, sure. He clearly wasn’t convinced, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

"How about something simple—scrambled eggs with tomatoes and chives?" I proposed.

He gave me a shy smile. "I’m in heat, so I’m not really hungry, but… sure, why not?"

"Yeah, I get it—heat messes with your appetite, but a little food won’t hurt. Eggs are packed with protein, anyway."

"Maybe just a bite," he replied, sounding unsure as he sat down at the table.

I started chopping tomatoes and chives, and he leaned forward slightly. "So, what did you do at the matchmaking agency before?"

"Oh, a little of everything. Back in college, I worked there as a bodyguard, but I wanted to become a matchmaker."

"What’d you study?"

"I majored in Family and Divorce Law and did Counseling Psychology at the same time. It was a lot of work, but I figured matchmaking would be a good mix of both. After I graduated, I started as a junior client assistant and handled some… enforcement stuff on the side because, well…" I gestured to my chest with a smirk. "I guess I look intimidating enough for it."

"Enforcement?" he asked, tilting his head. "Like bodyguard work?"

"Not exactly. The agency has some authority, almost like a court. Our agreements are legally binding, and if someone breaks a contract, we mediate and try to fix things before it goes to court. Sometimes, you’ve gotta nudge a stubborn party—diplomatically, of course. It’s all about avoiding the hassle of court. I got called in for those situations because of, well, my physical presence."

"Huh. So what counts as breaking a contract?"

"The usual—cheating’s a big one. Breaking a no-infidelity clause comes with massive fines, sometimes more than the contract itself."

He nodded slowly. "What else?"

"Lying—like hiding a criminal record, infertility, or a serious health issue. That can void the whole deal, and the violator has to pay up. Then there’s abuse. If an alpha hits an omega, the penalties are harsh. It’s almost guaranteed jail time."

"Wow," Damien muttered, resting his chin on his hand. "That’s one upside of those contracts. Regular relationships don’t have those kinds of protections. If an alpha hits their omega in a regular marriage, the omega rarely gets justice."

"Exactly. That’s why these contracts are so popular now. People want clear rules and real consequences. Regular marriage? Not so airtight."

Damien looked thoughtful. "Who usually signs up for them?"

"All kinds of people. A lot of older, wealthy alphas looking for omegas to start a family. Then you’ve got older omegas with careers who don’t want flaky alphas—they’ll buy long-term contracts with younger alphas who’ll stick around."

"Interesting. What about betas? Do they buy contracts with alphas or omegas?"

"Pretty evenly split," I said with a chuckle. "Some betas like being on top, some prefer to bottom," I added with a wink.

Damien nibbled on his lip, then mumbled, "I prefer to bottom," like it just slipped out.

There was this charged silence. What do you even say to that? For a second, our eyes met, and I swear something passed between us.

Then he cleared his throat. "Are beta contracts even popular?"

"Totally. Not everyone wants kids, and betas make great partners—steady, balanced. Perfect for older omegas or alphas with kids from previous relationships, or just someone to grow old with."

Damien nodded, scratching his nose with a slight pout on his lips. I couldn’t stop watching him. He was so… different. No flashy act, no trying too hard. Just real. And honestly, that was more attractive than I’d expected.

I plated up the scrambled eggs and set them in front of him. "Here you go."

He looked up at me with this shy flicker in his eyes. "Thanks."

I sat next to him and grabbed my fork. "Dig in."

"You know," he said, "people my age really don’t like those marriage contracts."

I snorted. "Yeah, it’s still a thing among younger folks. There used to be way more prejudice against them because the rules weren’t as strict back in the day. But now, they’re a lot safer, and more people are signing up—especially with legit agencies."

"Some people think it’s like slavery," he said, frowning.

I laughed. "Slavery? Only with illegal contracts. A legal one is more like a business deal—both sides have to follow the rules."

Damien didn’t reply, finishing his eggs as a blush crept slowly up his cheeks.

I knew exactly what that meant, got up and put my plate in the dishwasher.

"Mind if I hop into the bathroom real quick?"

"Sure," he muttered, not meeting my eyes.

I showered and changed, then came back to the kitchen to find Damien still sitting there, staring at the counter, his breathing quick and shallow.

I walked over and gently placed a hand on the back of his fine neck, brushing a finger over his pink, swollen glands. "Damien, shall we go to the bedroom?"

A slight frown crossed his face, like he was embarrassed.

"You don’t have to feel awkward asking me. I’m here to help, I’m here for you…" I murmured, running my fingers under his soft curls.

He let out a small, breathy sound.

I crouched beside his chair, sliding my arms under his knees and back to pick him up. He squeaked softly but didn’t protest.

When I carried him into the room, I saw he’d repaired and improved the nest. I stopped, amazed.

"Your nest looks even better—it’s so beautiful!"

Damien blushed, resting his head on my shoulder. It felt… nice. Sweet. I could get used to this.

"Thanks," he muttered shyly. "I’m glad you like it."

"I don’t just like it—I love it."

"I tried my best…"

"And it shows."

I gently placed him in the center of the nest and then undressed, noting in passing that I was already hard; the rut was working flawlessly.

"Present yourself to me," I said in a low voice, feeling my pulse rising.

Damien wordlessly took off his shirt and pants, which turned out to be completely soaked around his buttocks, and I could smell the intense, tantalizing scent of his slick.

Seconds later, without another word, Damien got down on all fours, pushed his buttocks up in a very distinctive breeding position, and rested his head on the pillow. It was so submissive… like an erotic offering. I could almost physically feel him surrendering to me, and my dick immediately began to throb.

His hole looked even better now! It resembled a pink open flower, protruding slightly between his buttocks.

"You're beautiful down there, I need to taste you again."

I clung to his swollen petals with my mouth, licked them, sucked them, kissed them, it gave me incredible bliss—and apparently he loved it too—for he moaned softly, adorably, even making a sound that signals pleasure in omegas, a popular one called: "Appreciation" in the AO mating language.

"Such a lovely, lovely hole, hidden between those big white spheres," I murmured, massaging it with my tongue and lightly stroking his soft buttocks, "I'm going to plunge in there and fuck it until it drips with my cum," I mumbled in a cringy way.

"Then do it," he moaned, wiggling his round, sizable ass a little. I playfully patted both of his ass cheeks, squeezing them lightly, kneading them, wiggling them a bit, loving the play, appreciating his softness. They were so fleshy and swaying, how could I refuse to jump between these two plush cushions?

I lifted myself up and, without waiting, aligned my dick with his entrance, he didn't need any more preparation, not at this stage of heat. So I thrust into him, feeling the pleasure spread through my body, even if I didn't come right away, I was dangerously close.

"Damn, I feel you real good," I moaned, clenching my eyelids, "Oh, Damien, you're so silky and velvety in there, I love fucking you, I love it—" I mumbled.

Damien made a deep sound of approval, and his hole clenched as his body was shaken by the first wave of an orgasm. Excited, I began to speed up inside him, in this position I could grab his chubby buttocks, play with them, tease them and fuck his hole at the same time. He was loud, a whole serenade of sounds came from his lungs, his narrow passage became tighter and tighter at regular intervals, rippling and pulsating as he climaxed, his tunnel rhythmically milking my dick.

Of course, I came soon after, but the rut gave me the stamina to keep going, to stay hard as I kept fucking him… Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his neck, sucked on his gland, left another hickey there, and fucked and fucked, and fucked him relentlessly…

My hips moved vigorously, thrusting all the way in. My pubic bone pressing against his pink, swollen petals as I went deeper and deeper. I could hear the sounds of our bodies colliding in the room. Damien grunted as I lowered my other hand under his belly, feeling his cock spurting drops of cum every few minutes—he was coming again and so easily. So I continued; our bodies covered in sweat, our breaths beginning to hitch before I finally came too, and we both sank back onto the bedding, panting like a pair of hunting dogs.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around him, even though he was lying on his stomach with his head turned the other way. I just felt this need to stay in some kind of contact with him.

And then there was silence again. I was never good at post-coital chitchat—maybe because I never had much to say. I’d never confessed my feelings to anyone; I usually sank into that post-orgasmic state of silent numbness.

The awkward quiet was broken by the sound of a text message. I’d forgotten my phone was on the table—Damien must’ve put it there after I handed it to him earlier.

It was a text from Nathaniel: "How's it going with you? You've gone oddly quiet. Any progress?"

I bit my lip lightly. "I would say so. Assisting."