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Dominic closed the door to his room and could have sworn he was shaking, head to toe. He leaned his back back against it and closed his eyes for a moment letting himself be intoxicated by the delicious, strong pheromones. Those that were the pheromones of an omega in heat, his omega.

He licked his lips accordingly. He was already starting to react and the erection in his pants was evidence of that. It was always said that omegas were the weakest and Dominic had never agreed with that, after all, no alpha could resist a scent as placid as that. So who was the weakest.

The picture in front of him didn't help either. Aidan was sitting with some work on the bed with his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His head also lowered and his hair covering his face. His shoulders were rising and falling with rapid breathing, hinting that his rutting was reaching a crucial moment.

And by god, the clothes he was wearing. Dominic bit his lower lip. It was one of those lacy underwear sleep sets with a