Desire Me If You Can Chapter 4

He swayed heavily, stepping back as he blinked blankly.

What the…?

Through his blurred vision, he could see the familiar hallway. He needed a moment to grasp what had just happened.

As he blinked and lowered his gaze, two identical faces, positioned much lower than his, were glaring up at him. Seeing the shards scattered on the floor, Grayson realized that these insolent brats hadn’t just hit him—they had hit him with a flower vase.

“You guys….”

Just as he was about to ask what on earth they thought they were doing, both of them threw themselves at Grayson simultaneously. Caught by the sudden impact, he lost his balance and fell backward. With a thud, one of the twins climbed right on top of him as he went down.

“You damn bastard! You dared to look down on us!”

As the man sitting on his chest wheezed those words, the other twin spat out roughly,

“Did you think you’d be safe after doing that to us? You son of a bitch, you aren’t walking out of here today.”

He was holding another piece of pottery in his hand.

Oh, please.

Grayson’s face twisted, but he already knew exactly what would happen next. As he turned his head to the side, the pottery fell onto him, and after checking to ensure the now-limp Grayson was unconscious, the twins grabbed the man’s long legs, one by each, and dragged him off somewhere.

Ah, damn it.

Lifting his heavy eyelids slightly and staring at the swaying ceiling, Grayson thought: I should have brought Alex along.

If I had just told him to pair up with Alex, things would have been fine, was his last thought before he completely lost consciousness.

“Ugh.”

With a low groan, Grayson regained consciousness. Just as he was about to rouse his body, feeling one side of his head throbbing, his arm was suddenly jerked awkwardly, accompanied by a metallic clink. Grayson shifted his gaze and confirmed that his wrists were handcuffed and attached to the bedposts. His other wrist was the same. Only then did he admit, however unwillingly, that he was bound to the bed.

“What kind of play is this supposed to be?”

Grayson asked, addressing one of the twins who was frantically taking off his pants. His voice was filled with laughter, as if he found the current situation hilariously amusing. Then, the other twin, who had already thrown his clothes aside, crawled on his knees to the side of Grayson’s face and spat out roughly,

“Can’t you tell? If you made it like this, you have to take responsibility.”

The man’s small, cute sex was soaked and standing straight up. His ass was probably in the same state. No, it was likely an even bigger mess.

Hiss, hiss—making an irritating sound as he breathed, one of the twins clung to Grayson’s lower body. With trembling hands, he fumbled with the buckle of Grayson’s pants, his hands shaking as he spat out curses.

“Give me your cock, you son of a bitch. Prepare yourself, because I’m going to milk you all night long.”

His ragged breathing and heaving shoulders seemed to signal that he was out of his mind with arousal. Conversely, the fact that they were even maintaining this much sanity was, if anything, a surprise. It was only natural, as even after being doused in the pheromones Grayson had intentionally poured out, the twins were still talking and moving of their own volition. Although, it looked like they wouldn’t have much time left for that, either.

Watching them struggle, unable to use their hands properly as they were drenched in pheromones, slipping and failing yet refusing to give up, Grayson smiled faintly.

“You’re cute, you know that? Thinking you could rape me.”

“Shut up, you son of a bitch!”

“D-don’t act tough, when, when, you can’t do anything!”

The twins shouted in turns. The ease had vanished from their voices, but Grayson didn’t feel even a hint of tension in this situation. The fact that he remained unbothered, laughing despite the overwhelmingly disadvantageous situation where he was handcuffed and unable to move freely, only made the twins more anxious. What is going on?

Is something wrong? A doubt briefly flickered in their minds, but they immediately dismissed it. Grayson can’t do anything. He’s tied up like that—what could he possibly do? At best, all that man could do was pour out pheromones in a fit of rage.

Except, however.

The pheromone scent that always drifted around him became significantly thicker. A heavy, dull energy began to burrow into the twins’ skin. The twins stiffened in shock. A chill ran down their spines. It felt as if every hair on their bodies was standing on end. It was a bizarre sensation that permeated deep into their lungs and paralyzed their reason every time they breathed. Even while they were out of their minds, drunk on his pheromones, they felt an instinctive fear.

Grayson might kill us.

Watching the twins, who had been hesitant—where had their earlier aggression and cursing gone?—Grayson opened his mouth.

“Yeah, alright.”

He continued in a leisurely tone,

“If that’s what you want, I’ll play along.”

In that moment, the twins saw it: Grayson’s purple eyes were beginning to turn gold.

The cars on the road came to a sudden halt at the sound of blaring sirens. Among the cars that stood perfectly still as if time had frozen, several fire trucks lined up and sped past.

“Damn bastards, if you want to play, just do your business quietly—why go and start a fire?”

As someone grumbled with a string of profanities, short, grumbling sounds followed in agreement from here and there. It had been only a few minutes since they received a report that a fire had broken out at a grand mansion located in the outskirts, far from the city.

At first, I only saw smoke, but now… damn it, the flames are shooting up!

They had hurriedly decided to head out by tracking the GPS of the caller, who was so flustered they couldn’t even explain things properly. However, the cause of the fire, which they learned while driving, was enough to make them feel completely demoralized.

The anticlimactic explanation—“a fire started while setting off fireworks”—and learning what everyone had been doing in the mansion at the time completely crushed everyone’s motivation.

“A pheromone party? Isn’t that just a group fuck-fest for those people?”

As expected, someone said, bursting with frustration. Complaints soon erupted from everywhere else.

“Doesn’t that house even have private firefighters? Those extreme Alphas are overflowing with money, yet they didn’t even bother to hire their own fire crew.”

“We’re the ones who have to haul the water regardless. If the fire spreads, it’ll end up being our job anyway.”

“Assholes. They call us, acting so shameless, after starting a fire while doing such filthy things.”

The atmosphere was heated, but they couldn’t just refuse to go. Extreme Alpha or not, they were still citizens, and it wasn’t as if they were immune to burning to death. Still, the team leader just let them vent their curses with their grim-looking faces, knowing that this type of call-out was far from pleasant.

There was probably no one there who didn’t know about an extreme Alpha’s pheromone party. Extreme Alphas, a rare genetic trait worldwide, suffer from brain abnormalities when their pheromones build up. To prevent those side effects, they must periodically release their pheromones, and the act they perform to facilitate that is exactly what a pheromone party is. In short, extreme Alphas in the same situation take turns hosting parties to create a space for group pheromone release.

Though it is described as a “space to release pheromones,” it is, in reality, nothing more than a debauched sex party. Omegas or Betas who are willing to have sex with extreme Alphas mingle without choosing partners, spending a night of madness. Everything needed for sex, including drugs and alcohol, is available in excess. It was not uncommon for the police to be called or for firefighters to be summoned like this because of the insane things happening there.

Once again, they were sweating and racing down the road due to an accident caused by someone high on drugs. Naturally, they were in no mood to be happy.

“There it is!”

At someone’s shout, everyone turned their eyes. In that instant, tension rippled through the air. Black smoke was rising into the sky, forming a massive column. The team leader, who was driving, stepped on the accelerator to increase their speed even more. The engine let out a low, rough sound as the vehicle surged forward.

— Waaaah, waaaaaaaah!

As the fire truck passed, the cars on the road quickly pulled over. The fire truck, leading its massive body, sped through the road. Its heavy tires pressed against the asphalt, creating a roar, and the flashing lights swayed like flames.