Shao Siyan could easily tell that he was thinking about it again. Silently cursing him for begging to be fucked, he lit a cigarette but did not inhale, hoping the smell of tobacco would disperse the inexplicable tiramisu fragrance beneath his nose.
Fuck, he was particular.
Shao Siyan wanted to mock him, but smoke had already reddened his eyes. They glistened with tears as if he might cry in the next instant, and it did not look feigned. Shao Siyan could only smother his irritation and carelessly extinguish the cigarette beside him. With a cold expression, he said, “It’s out.”
Chi Junyan sensed the instability in the man before him. Before he could decide what to do, his mental tendrils wound around Shao Siyan delightedly. With practiced ease, they circled and caressed the area around his mind as though organizing the mental world of a sentinel Alpha.
Tsk. Moments ago, this man had been entertaining indecent thoughts about him. Now he was staring at him while looking at something else.
Could it be that he wanted neither money nor advantage, but had taken Shao Siyan for someone else’s substitute?
Shao Siyan’s expression turned extremely ugly, yet his mood felt as though someone had pressed a pause button, preventing it from sliding any further downward.
Unable to summon genuine fury, he could only ask coldly, “What are you thinking about?”
His voice successfully drew Chi Junyan’s attention back.
Looking at Shao Siyan’s bare upper body and remembering the powerful embrace that had seemed ready to crush him, Chi Junyan swallowed unconsciously. His gaze was unfocused, as though he were drunk. “…I still want more.”
Even with a sentinel Alpha whose pheromones were compatible, a single encounter would not provide complete relief. Moreover, the people in this world did not seem to possess pheromones at all. Having tasted bone-deep pleasure for the first time, Chi Junyan only craved more touch.
The heat in his body had barely receded before surging back, stronger than before.
Chi Junyan’s voice was soft and husky, like an intoxicating little hook. Together with his handsome face, still flushed with desire, he looked both innocent and seductive.
Shao Siyan had drawn the blackout curtains tightly when he left the room earlier, leaving the entire bedroom in dim gray light.
A beautiful, aroused young man lay naked on his bed, gazing up like a startled deer and yearning for his favor. No man could withstand it.
Shao Siyan seized him, caught him by the back of his neck, and half lifted him close. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “What do you want?”
When he lowered his voice, it carried an unexpected gentleness.
Bewitched by him, Chi Junyan licked his lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
His brain had nearly been destroyed by mating heat. He seemed entirely unaware of how shamelessly provocative his words were. Using the position in which Shao Siyan held him, he pressed his body directly against the other man.
He murmured, “President Shao, I want it.”
At first, Shao Siyan noticed nothing wrong. Once Chi Junyan pressed against him, however, he frowned. “Do you have a fever again?”
His body had not been this hot earlier.
Shao Siyan did not consider himself virtuous, but neither did he have the peculiar habit of playing with someone suffering from a high fever.
His hand loosened at the back of Chi Junyan’s neck. He intended to put him back on the bed and call the family doctor.
He could not let the man die in his home.
But the moment Shao Siyan relaxed his grip, Chi Junyan pressed closer instead. He wrapped both arms around Shao Siyan’s neck, his trembling lips wandering over the man’s cheek and the corners of his mouth. Still speaking feverishly, he tempted him. “I don’t have a fever. This is only mating heat. Once I bond, it will go away.”
Unbelievably shameless. Shao Siyan had never heard that sex could cure a fever.