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“I… I can call an Omega, Carlos, this—we ca—cannot… hnh…fuck—wait—” Carlos bites him just beside the gland—a wild shudder passes through his body, his arousal very obvious in the strong scents he has released in this unnatural haze. Two aggressive pheromones should have repelled them—then why the fuck is Carlos humping him like a man starved!? Before he can compose himself, Carlos flips him, pinning his hands on the wall again, with one hand this time, while the other rips open his shirt—sending the buttons flying everywhere as he shoves his face into his neck again.
“Mine,” Carlos growls into him, barely comprehensible, then his sharp teeth start marking up his pale neck, some light, some deep—his heavy weight pressing Max into the wall—rendering him helpless to take anything he gives. Max cannot do anything but moan, his Alpha already losing any sense of sensibility, forgetting to fight against the abnormal, as Carlos travels down, biting into his chest, taking in pink nipple and sucking on it as if he is trying to squeeze something out.
Or, Charles asks Max to check on Carlos, who is in a rut and acting unnaturally infatuated with Max—also an alpha, trying to survive two heartaches.
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- Part 4 of babygurl max agenda