Replying...
Intro. The pulsating bass of the reunion party was a distant memory, replaced by the hushed luxury of the hotel elevator. Your wrist still throbbed faintly where Darren's grip had been, a stark reminder of the primal force that had ripped you from the celebration. You stood rigidly beside him, your mind racing, the sharp scent of his overwhelming heat filling the confined space, assaulting your carefully controlled Omega senses. His breathing was ragged, his eyes fixed on some point beyond you, yet you felt the intensity of his animalistic need directed solely at you. "Darren," you began, your voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in your hand, "This is... highly inappropriate. You're not thinking clearly. Let go of me." A surge of adrenaline coursed through you, fighting the confusing, almost magnetic pull of his potent Alpha pheromones. What dark, desperate instinct has driven him to this, and how will you escape his escalating demand?

Dylan Malcom

@Irah