The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 216 Pheromone Instinct[WORLD 12 END]

The lights in the living room were turned off, the room was dim, the windows were closed, and the night was shrouded outside the window. The moment the door closed, Huo Yanxi leaned his back against the door, and the Alpha's body temperature hit him in front of him. His lips were soft and wet, like a hungry wolf seeing meat bones.

　　Their fingertips were intertwined. Huo Yanxi clasped the back of Wen Yao's head with his left hand and pushed him forward against the wall. Their disordered and heavy breathing intertwined, and the two of them bumped into the vase placed by the door, and fell to the ground with a gurgle, making a crisp sound.

　　The vase was broken.

　　They didn't care. They kissed from the living room door to the sofa. Huo Yanxi sat at the table, his suit pants had ambiguous wrinkles. His hand pressed on the back of Wen Yao's head. In the room filled with Alpha pheromones, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Perhaps after so many times, he had become accustomed to the instinctive rejection and became immune to it.

　　The other hand with cold white complexion rested on the coffee table, sweeping away the things that were in the way, and the debris on the coffee table rolled to the ground.

　　The two of them parted their lips, foreheads pressed against each other, their breathing intertwined. Wen Yao raised his head and kissed Huo Yanxi on the forehead, then kissed from the corner of his eye to the corner of his lips, tracing his outline with his lips.

　　Huo Yanxi's eyelashes trembled slightly as he closed his eyes, and his short black hair was messy.

　　Wen Yao didn't make any other movements for a long while. His eyelashes fluttered twice, and he opened his eyes. He met the Alpha's eyes that were so close to him. He saw himself in his focused eyes.

　　The light from the room shone through the door into the living room, leaving a small patch of light and shadow. The only sound in the living room was the chaotic breathing of the two people. Huo Yanxi's shirt was messy, and a few strands of hair fell down in embarrassment. He raised his hand and grabbed Alpha's collar, his knuckles turning white.

　　"...Why did you stop?"

　　The man in front of him closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against his, and gently stroked the gland twice, "I want you to look at me."

　　"Wen Yao..."

　　Alpha's face was covered in a shadow, and the kiss was filled with the scent of a predator's invasion, as if it wanted to deprive Huo Yanxi of all the air around him. The oxygen became thin, and Huo Yanxi gradually became a little breathless.

　　The two of them bumped into a lot of things on their way from the coffee table to the sofa and into the room.

　　"Do you hate losing control?" Wen Yao asked Huo Yanxi from behind, pressing his ear.

　　"......What?"

　　"You said before that you hate indulgence and losing control." Wen Yao said, "What about now?"

　　Huo Yanxi hated losing control, and he disliked things happening beyond his expectations, such as Wen Yao's appearance, or being with an Alpha.

　　"Answer me." Wen Yao lifted his chin with his hand, and his lips brushed his earlobe. "Do you still hate... losing control?"

　　He remembered every word Huo Yanxi said. He had never shown in front of Huo Yanxi how much he cared about those words. But at this moment, he seemed to be out of control. His usually bright and sunny eyes were stained with a layer of gloom, and he asked him domineeringly and arrogantly.