Chapter 1: The Fever Ignites
The air in their small Madrid apartment was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm. Sebas paced the living room, his lean, athletic frame taut with restless energy. His dark Spanish eyes darted to the clock every few seconds, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He was in heat—an omega’s curse—and the primal need coursing through him was damn near unbearable. His skin felt too tight, his blood too hot, and every thought circled back to one thing: Roque.
Roque, his Uruguayan alpha boyfriend, was due home any minute from rugby practice. Sebas could already imagine the scent of sweat and earth clinging to Roque’s massive, muscular frame, those broad shoulders filling the doorway. The thought alone made Sebas’s breath hitch, his fingers twitching to tear off his own shirt. ‘Get a grip,’ he muttered to himself, but his body wasn’t listening. He was a live wire, sparking and desperate.
The door finally swung open, and there he was—Roque, all six-foot-three of raw power, his dark hair damp with sweat, his practice jersey clinging to every hard line of his chest. He dropped his gym bag with a thud, his sharp brown eyes locking onto Sebas instantly. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. ‘Mierda, cariño, you look like you’re about to combust,’ Roque drawled, his thick Uruguayan accent wrapping around the words like honey.
Sebas shot him a glare, but there was no heat in it—just hunger. ‘Don’t start with me, Roque. I’ve been climbing the damn walls waiting for you. This heat is killing me.’ His voice was rough, edged with a need he couldn’t hide.
Roque chuckled, deep and low, stepping closer. He towered over Sebas, but there was nothing domineering in his gaze—just pure, unfiltered want. ‘Killing you? Looks more like you’re ready to pounce. I can smell it on you, Sebas. You’re dripping with it.’ He reached out, brushing a thumb along Sebas’s jaw, and Sebas damn near melted under the touch.
‘Don’t tease,’ Sebas snapped, though his body betrayed him, leaning into Roque’s hand. ‘I’m not in the mood for games. I need you. Now.’
Roque’s smirk widened, but his eyes darkened with something feral. ‘Oh, I’m not playing, mi amor. I’ve been thinking about this all day—getting home to you, taking care of you. You think I don’t know what you need?’ He stepped in, his chest brushing against Sebas’s, the heat of him overwhelming. ‘I’ve got you. Always.’
Sebas didn’t wait for more words. He grabbed Roque by the collar of his jersey and yanked him down into a bruising kiss, all teeth and desperation. Roque groaned into it, his hands gripping Sebas’s hips with a strength that made Sebas’s knees weak. ‘Fuck, you’re insatiable,’ Roque muttered against his lips, already steering them toward the bedroom. ‘I love it.’
‘Shut up and move faster,’ Sebas shot back, his voice a low hiss as he shoved Roque through the doorway. They stumbled, a tangle of limbs and urgency, until they hit the bed. Clothes were shed in a frenzy—Sebas’s shirt hit the floor, Roque’s jersey followed, revealing the hard planes of his sculpted torso. Sebas’s gaze raked over him, his breath catching. ‘Goddamn, you’re a fucking beast.’
Roque grinned, predatory and proud. ‘And you’re about to find out just how much.’ He pushed Sebas back onto the mattress, his hands already working at Sebas’s jeans, the fabric sliding down to reveal just how ready Sebas was. The air between them was electric, charged with the promise of what was coming—a release they both craved, a connection that went beyond words. Sebas’s eyes burned with challenge and desire, and Roque knew he was in for one hell of a night.
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