𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

Chapter 3

Harry found himself in a predicament two days later, when he found Draco Malfoy standing in the office bathroom completely naked.

He had kissed his wife goodbye, pretending to go to the Ministry, but instead, he went down to D.M. Potions. He skipped down through the pink door, greeting some wizards on the way, then slid past the "Do Not Disturb", guessing Malfoy didn't want to be disturbed by the potion makers, an not him since they shared an office space. So he headed down to the office and found it deserted.

Except his sense of smell picked up the most delicious smell he'd ever had the privilege of smelling.

And then he heard it, a whimper and then a loud low moan, and his alpha pricked up, and before he knew it, he was pulling the bathroom door wide open, any repercussions be damned.

Harry had seen plenty of men in the nude, believe him! It was nothing new, and Harry knew he preferred female omega as a result.

But on his first day of work, the last thing he needed was for him to see his fucking boss in the nude, his scent literally smacking him in the face so hard that he keened.

He was hard in an instant, and Harry quickly shut the door, watching Malfoy with his deer in headlights look.

And the growl he was hearing was not coming from Malfoy; it was his own hungry growl.

He felt his body being pulled to the omega and the heat radiating from him registered the fact that he was going into rut right at that moment.

Fuck.

He was indeed, truly and dearly quite fucked.

Malfoy whimpered, his pale cock standing at attention as he just stood there in the center of the room, his pants hanging on the floor and his hand behind his back.

He shifted a bit, and Harry groaned, the sweet, sweet smell of slick assaulting him, and it was quite intoxicating.

"P-potter, please. Alpha!" He said, and Harry moved forward, staring unabashedly at that pale body, and he stopped and fell to his knees.

Malfoy moaned and turned around, and Harry gasped as he found the man's hand pressing insistently against his own slicked up hole, desperate to be filled.

And Harry had never been so hungry before, and the urge to eat, to devour this little morsel before him and that sweet little arse was too much; and so he pressed his whole face into the man's arse and licked vigorously, the wetness delicious and sweet against his tongue.

That scent filled his nostrils was like a drug and Harry lapped eagerly at the little hole fluttering against his tongue. Malfoy buckled over, bending forward and Harry held onto his hips to steady him, his big hands possessively squeezing the flesh.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly pulled his pants down and freed his throbbing cock, lining it up against Malfoy's dripping entrance.

The man was whimpering and Harry slid his hands up to pinch those rosy little nipples, and then dipped his nose in the crease between his neck and shoulder, rubbing against his scent glands.

"Come on, Potter, or I will die!" Malfoy said, and pressed backwards.

Harry groaned as his cock slid in perfectly, all the way in and he began to thrust menacingly, the rut giving him much more strength than he often had.

"Fuck! Yes, this is it! This is what I need, give it to me alpha!" he said. Harry growled, biting his shoulder as he lifted the omega's leg so he could fuck deeper; press his growing head as deep as he could to knot him.

He had to knot him, or he would die, is what his alpha head screamed at him. But then he faltered for a second, thinking of the consequences of him knotting his own boss.

But then Malfoy moaned, pushed back and then came hard against the bathroom wall, squeezing harry deeper. And then it was too late because he was coming and knotting the man, his cock emptying eagerly into his cavern, and they both let out a long, satisfied groan.

Harry felt like he had just scratched the biggest itch of his entire life, as the post orgasmic bliss hit him.

"Lud, Potter, your knot is huge!" Malfoy said, and Harry grunted, reaching for the wand in his back pocket and conjuring up a lovely settee where he settled back with Malfoy's lax, lithe body splayed on top of him.

For now, he would relax and enjoy knotting the sexy omega above him, and he would think about the rest later.

Draco Malfoy had to be the stupidest fool of all time.

He sighed contentedly against Harry's massive pecs, his body relaxed and his heat tampered down.

It had been unexpected, the wave of heat that had hit him the moment he had come into the office. It wasn't his usual, and he had taken his suppressants daily.

But then it had hit hard, and Draco had to go and hide in the bathroom, making sure a do not disturb was put in front of the office.

But Draco had forgotten one very important thing; that fricking Potter was his office mate now. The most virile, most potent Alpha that Draco had ever met was strutting around his office, leaving his scent everywhere and driving Draco nuts.

The man had disregarded the sign and entered, then headed straight to the bathroom where he had heard moaning.

Malfoy should never have hired the man; what was he thinking!? Potter was an apex alpha, who had an omega wife already, mated and all. Draco was not a home wrecker; far from it!

But then Potter had pressed his face to his arse and all of his reservations had gone to hell.

And well, there they were in knotted bliss.

Harry sighed, shifting as his knot finally subsided. He nuzzled his nose in Draco's hair.

"Do you know how delicious you smell?" he said his voice raspy and gravelly, and it made Draco shiver with arousal again.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you smell? Like rain, thunder and a big juicy steak." He said, and bit Harry's nipple.

Harry groaned, and before he knew it, Harry was fucking him into the settee once again.

Harry and Draco spent an entirety of three days in rut and heat, in the middle of the bathroom which had turned into a cozy nest.

For some reason, they couldn't bear to be apart, so Harry had come up with a deft little lie, telling Ginny he'd be off to do some soul searching up at his cabin in the forest.

Which he did have one, and he often did take some alone time to go to his cabin, but he hadn't been in a year or two.

And then Harry decided not to think of his wife as he fucked Draco silly, enjoying the omegas body more than he ever did enjoy sex in his entire life.