My Summer

Chapter 6 Hold Me

"Fuck! Put me down, bastard! Vegas! I said put me down!"

Vegas carries Pete to his condo. Even though he has no strength because of his heat, he is still struggling. If not, all his efforts to avoid him will be back to zero. They're going back to square one and Pete doesn't want that to happen again.

Vegas didn't speak until they reached the door of his apartment. He easily opened the door and they entered. Vegas knocks Pete down on his bed which surprises Pete. A few seconds later, he removed all of Pete's clothes, except for his underwear. He took the chain from his drawer and attached it to Pete.

"The fuck you want from me, Vegas. Let me go." said Pete.

Pete couldn't move properly because he could feel the liquid coming out of his ass. Pete's body was heating up. He wants someone to touch him there. He wanted to touch his cock so that the liquid would come out of it. He wants to do it. He looked at Vegas who was now just standing in front of him while holding his waist.

Vegas' pheromones aren't that strong anymore but it still doesn't stop Pete's heat.

"Suppressants." -- said Pete. But he remembered that alphas don't use suppressants, especially ones like Vegas. And his things were left at school.

"How did you become like this, Pete?"-- asked Vegas.

Pete didn't answer. His cock hurts. He wants to touch his ass. He wants someone to hold him.

It fucking hurts. - he said to himself. He started to look at Vegas with a pleading eye.

"Vegas...it hurts."

Vegas stared at Pete's body, which was now turning red. Fair skin, small waist, and a small figure. His nipples were also reddening, and it was evident that his bulge was straining to break free. He saw the pleading look on Pete's face, begging for his help.

"Fuck," Vegas muttered as he felt the same intense desire he experienced before.

Vegas took a wet towel. He wiped Pete from head to toe. He quickly grabbed his pajamas and put them on Pete. He put a blanket over him, and lay down next to him.

"Sleep." Vegas said in a husky voice, controlling himself.

"Vegas...m-my..fucking hurts. Please. R-release me."

"No."

Vegas hugged Pete from behind. Vegas' hand was placed under Pete's head while his other hand was on his waist.

"At least give me suppressants you damn bastard." -Pete. He can still feel the heat of his body as well as the liquid in his ass and the hardness of his cock. He wanted to ejaculate but his hands were chained to the headboard.

"Don't have."

Vegas closed his eyes as if he didn't care about the person next to him, whose heart was now beating fast because Vegas is finally holding him.

The next day...

Pete POV

It was already noon when I woke up. I could feel the numbness in my hand, which was still chained, but the chain seemed slightly longer now.

I looked around. Vegas was nowhere to be seen. There was food on the table next to the bed: rice, curry, and an orange. Beside it was a glass of milk and a capsule. I quickly grabbed them. I could feel my stomach growling as I remembered I hadn't eaten the whole day yesterday because of what happened.

Because I was so hungry, I didn't even consider whether it was poisoned or not. When I realized it, I quickly spat out the first things I put in my mouth. I then noticed a note on the table. I picked it up and read it, raising my eyebrow as I did.