Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 3

"One of the twins spoke sweetly and leaned forward, and Grayson let out a short laugh. As everyone looked at him with confusion, noticing his oddly pleased expression, Grayson brought his glass to his lips and said:

'If my fated partner is over there, there's nothing I can't do.'

At his words, one of the twins gave a deflated look, while the other laughed in disbelief. However, their greatest strength was their ability to quickly return to reality in any situation.

'Grayson is a romantic,' one of them quickly complimented him with a sweet comment, and the other man added eagerly, as if waiting for his turn.

'Believing that fate exists and doing your best, that's truly admirable. In that case, would you like to help us with a little pheromone release?'

The most efficient way for extreme alphas to release pheromones is through sex. Of course, Grayson had no hesitation in using this method and frequently did so. He was always searching for his 'fated partner,' and because he never lacked one, relieving the pheromones that built up was always easy and simple.

The men who knew this fact clearly were eager for what Grayson could offer. One of them stroked his genitals, while the other caressed his inner thigh, gazing up at Grayson with excited faces. They were desperate, as if they couldn’t wait to get it inside them.

'Ah, um... but, won't this all stop once you find that person?'

The man who had been leaning in, as if to take Grayson’s cock into his mouth immediately, paused as if he suddenly realized something. The men sitting beside him, who were acting like sex toys, anxiously looked up at him, but Grayson chuckled and said:

'What nonsense are you babbling? Sex and love are separate, aren't they?'

Besides, this is just an act of releasing pheromones. For his survival.

Many alphas engaged with multiple omegas at once. While others called Grayson especially promiscuous among the extreme alphas, Grayson felt that was somewhat unfair.

He had simply sought many partners to find his fate. When he realized it was a misunderstanding, he quickly ended the relationship and immediately moved on to the next. Calling that promiscuous was absurd. Even extreme alphas were still human. Trial and error were inevitable.

However, releasing pheromones was a different matter. It was an unavoidable action due to his nature, something like preventing disease.

The men sitting on either side of Grayson knew this well. They knew how trashy his reasoning sounded but didn't voice it. After all, they were after sex, and as long as Grayson continued living this way, it worked out well for them.

'Then, it's fine, right? Since you don't have anyone right now.'

'Let's release pheromones together.'

The men added their comments as they clung to Grayson. They were so eager to please him that they would accept any request he made for the night. If he had told them, 'Strip naked and crawl on all fours like a dog,' they would have undressed on the spot without hesitation. They had no shame. All they could think about was the rush of pleasure Grayson would give them.

Grayson’s pheromone scent, always subtly present around him, became particularly strong. The twins, who had deeply inhaled it, soon lost focus, their eyes growing hazy. Grayson kissed them alternately, his tongue sweetly intertwining with theirs, spreading the sweet pheromones deep into their mouths. Their stomachs trembled, and they were so excited they almost wanted to strip right there.

Looking down at the twins, Grayson smiled as he leisurely finished his drink. They believed that once he set down the glass, he would pull them in by the waist.

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The pheromone scent around Grayson intensified, and the twins, intoxicated by it, lost themselves in the haze. Grayson kissed them again, sending waves of pheromones swirling through their senses. They ached with desire.

But then, Grayson whispered softly, 'I’m sorry, but I have to leave now.'

'Huh...?'

At first, they didn't understand what they'd just heard. The twins blinked at him with dazed eyes, and Grayson added cheerfully, 'Alex doesn't like sleeping alone.'

'Alex?'

'The dog you have? The Rottweiler?'

The twins, now realizing the situation, alternated questions. They struggled to focus as their consciousness became foggy from the pheromones, but Grayson simply stood up without a care.

'Wait, wait a minute, Grayson!'

One of the twins, barely managing to grab him, cried out in desperation.

'Where are you going? Weren’t you going to sleep with us?'

Even in their heated state, their voice trembled with urgency. The other twin looked up at Grayson, shaking with emotion, his face on the verge of tears. Seeing their pitiful faces, Grayson frowned in amusement and chuckled.

'Me? Why?'

Looking down at the twins, Grayson continued in a surprisingly gentle tone, 'I don’t sleep with someone I’ve already slept with.'

'Grayson!'

'Grayson Miller! No, don’t go! Please!'

'Stop right there! You bastard, I’ll kill you...!'

The screams echoed behind him, but he didn’t even look back as he walked away. The twins, writhing in agony due to the pheromones he had left behind, sobbed, but there was nothing they could do.

He wouldn’t even sleep with them, yet he deliberately released his pheromones. It was clear that he was doing it just for his own amusement. The bartenders, watching the twins leave the bar in the arms of the staff, thought to themselves: He’s a cruel man, with no empathy.

Meanwhile, outside the hall, the twins’ behavior abruptly changed.

'Let go, let go!'

The twins screamed, pushing away the staff that had been supporting them. When the startled staff hesitated and released their grip, the twins, their eyes bloodshot with a mix of excitement and anger, fixed their gaze on one point and hurriedly moved toward it. The staff exchanged bewildered looks, unsure of what to do as they watched the twins stagger in the direction Grayson had gone.

At that very moment, Grayson Miller was humming a tune as he walked down the hallway. He thought cynically about omegas. A slight release of pheromones, and they were instantly in heat. It made him chuckle. Watching them beg him to fuck them had been amusing, but he had no intention of spending any more time with them. The twins were not his fate, and even if they were just someone to release pheromones with, sleeping with someone you’d already slept with was a waste of time. He had only relieved his pheromones two days ago, so there was no need for further effort.

Still, the reason he had come to the pheromone party was because he hoped to find his fate here. Once again, it had ended in failure.

'Fire.'

Grayson furrowed his brow unconsciously. He had dismissed the fortune teller’s words as nonsense, but they still lingered in his mind.

"Tch."

With a short click of his tongue, his humming stopped. Suddenly, a strong feeling of ennui washed over him. He had spent almost his entire life chasing that damn 'fate.' Holding on to those words.

'You’ll meet someone like that, too.'

The words of the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) omega who gave birth to him now seemed like a curse, binding him. Grayson, who had desperately searched for it, was still alone, while those who had mocked him ironically found their 'fate.'

Maybe it doesn't exist for me.

Sighing shortly, he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. Just then, he felt a chilling presence as footsteps rapidly approached from behind.

'What...'

He turned his head out of reflex, just in time to feel a sharp blow to the head. Grayson, who had never experienced such a loud sound coming from his own head, felt a dull impact too late."