Chapter 96

"Really?"

Suddenly the air lightened, and the intense pheromone scent that had been spreading thickly faded dramatically. Greyson's eyes, which had been tinged with gold, soon returned to purple. Realizing that he had stopped the pheromone shower, the man flinched and staggered backward. Dane could only watch with a bewildered face as he fled urgently without even a proper goodbye. And all that remained were Dane and Greyson.

"Haaaa..."

Dane let out another deep, deep sigh. His head was throbbing with pain, but the cause of his headache didn't disappear from his sight. He gulped down half of his now cold beer in one go, then set the bottle down with a thud and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"You, how did you know I was here?"

At Dane's quiet voice, Greyson grinned and answered.

"I can know wherever you are, we're lovers after all."

"Go to hell."

Dane showed his third finger. But Greyson just kept smiling and showed no sign of revealing his method. Then how did he do it? The idea that he had inserted a chip into Dane's body without his knowledge was absurd.

Could he have hired someone to follow me?

That was the most plausible explanation for now. Dane glared at Greyson irritably and ground his teeth.

"I've put up with you enough at work, why are you being a pain even after work hours?"

His words, spoken through clenched teeth, were full of irritation. To this, Greyson responded with feigned innocence.

"Dane, being lovers isn't like a switch that connects when you press a button and disconnects when you press it again."

Incredibly, Greyson spoke as if admonishing a child.

"This is what it means that we've become lovers. Belonging to each other all day long."

And Greyson added, pulling up the corners of his mouth fully.

"Of course, all of me is yours too."

"Didn't I tell you not to talk nonsense?"

Dane cursed again. He had tolerated him clinging to him at the fire station, but now he had to have this guy tagging along even after work? Was he trying to drive him crazy?

"Dating as a trial doesn't mean dating officially."

Dane deliberately emphasized each word as he spat them out.

"It means we're getting to know each other. Why should it matter who I sleep with during that time? You can sleep with whoever you want too, right?"

These were the words Greyson had worn out his mouth saying until now. Even while dating someone he thought was his destiny, he would go to parties to extract pheromones and have sex with multiple people at once. And each time, the other party would understand his special phenotype and turn a blind eye to such facts, but...

Incredibly, now the situation had completely reversed. Even though Greyson was the one who needed to have sex because of his phenotype, it was Dane who was playing around promiscuously, and rather, Greyson hadn't even kissed anyone, let alone had sex, for over a month already.

It was an absurd situation even to himself, but there was no other way. Even at this moment, the only one who could excite Virginia was Dane. Hadn't Virginia shown no reaction even when surrounded by Omega pheromones at pheromone parties?

Then there was only one solution.

"Do it to me."

At the sudden words, Dane, who was about to bring the beer bottle to his mouth again, hesitated. Slowly turning his head to look at Greyson, he contorted his face and opened his mouth.

"What?"

To Dane, who had only uttered a single word like a scream, Greyson suggested with feigned innocence.

"I'm saying put it in me, that would work, right?"

Dane just stared at him without saying anything. The loud music tactlessly pounded his ears.

[Ooh, your dick, fits perfectly in my hole. Ooh, your dick. Come in now. Ooh, dick dick. I've spread wide open for you...]

Greyson was smiling brightly. As if he was ready anytime. The lyrics of the song pierced particularly clearly into Dane's ears as he looked at him.

[Ooh, dick. Fuck me. Ooh, dick. Take my first time...]

"Ugh."

Seeing Dane's complexion instantly turn gray as he covered his mouth, a vein popped up on Greyson's temple.

"What kind of reaction is that? Are you actually about to throw up?"

As if genuinely angry, the pheromones spreading around intensified. Dane urgently waved his remaining hand.

"No, I just, drank too much..."

Just as he was surprised at the fact that he was making excuses, Greyson mercilessly blocked Dane's retreat.

"You've only had half a bottle of beer."

This bastard, the feeling of indignation made his nausea subside. Dane wiped his lips with his arm and glared at Greyson.

"Since when have you been watching?"

"From the beginning."

Greyson absurdly answered immediately. At his consistently confident attitude, Dane was dumbfounded again. How can this bastard be so shameless?

"Weren't you an extreme Alpha?"

"So?"

Dane asked with a contorted face.

"So you're saying you want me to fuck you? Are you serious? You probably can't even feel anything there anyway?"

"We'll have to try to find out."

Greyson added confidently.

"I know a guy who only does it from behind. He says he cries in pleasure."

Who's this crazy guy now...

This time, Dane truly heard the sound of blood draining from his head.

The hope that if he fucked this guy's back, he might get disgusted and run away briefly raised its head, but soon Dane stomped on it without hesitation. Just the imagination alone made his penis shrink rather than get erect, and...

What if this bastard actually likes it and clings to me even more than now?

It was a terrifying thought that sent chills down his spine and throughout his body, but it was entirely possible with Greyson Miller. At that point, Dane just wanted to give up on everything.

"Are you leaving?"

Greyson quickly followed Dane, who was staggering out, leaving the remaining beer behind, and asked. As Dane silently took out his mobile phone to call a taxi, Greyson, who checked it over his shoulder, casually said.

"I can drive even after drinking."

"What are you saying, you crazy bastard..."

Dane muttered in a tired voice, but Greyson continued regardless.

"It's true. I don't get drunk at all even if I do alcohol or drugs. You know that's how my phenotype is, right? Plus, I haven't had a single drop now, so you can trust me even more."

Dane looked at Greyson with a frowning face as if to ask, 'So what?' Greyson answered with a bright smile.

"I'll drive you home in your car."

Dane stared intently at his face. Though his stomach twisted at the sight of him grinning and holding out one hand as if asking for the keys, it wasn't a bad offer in reality. He could save on taxi fare and wouldn't have to take another taxi here the next day to pick up his car.

After finishing his rational calculation, Dane looked at Greyson with a furrowed brow. He was still waiting with one hand extended. Dane eventually fumbled in his pants pocket and dropped the keys onto Greyson's palm. Greyson tossed the keys in the air and deftly caught them, smiling.

"Shall we go then? To our sweet home."

"Hey."

"To your motel."

At Dane's harsh word, Greyson quickly corrected himself. The moment you let your guard down, he tries something, that son of a bitch. In his anger, Dane raised his leg and kicked Greyson's buttocks with his thigh.

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Fortunately, Greyson didn't bring up any particular topics during the car ride. He just sang while tapping the steering wheel. A song called 'Boobs Boobs.'

Fuck, which damn bastard made such a thing.

Disgusted by the continuing hook, Dane sat in the passenger seat, just waiting to arrive soon. And when the car finally stopped in the motel parking lot, he was completely exhausted.

Greyson got out of the driver's seat, locked the car, and held out the keys to Dane. As Dane snatched them away and went inside without looking back, Greyson called out to his retreating back.

"Good night, honey."

Dane didn't answer. He just raised his third finger over his shoulder. And until Dane went up the stairs and entered his room on the second floor, Greyson stood in place without moving.

Finally, having returned to his motel room alone with no results, Dane finished his shower and lay in bed with Darling, but the damn word 'boobs' kept circling in his ears. Even until he fell asleep.