The Pitiful Omega’s Contract Marriage with a Wealthy Tycoon 57

Chapter 57

A deep blue screen slowly descended, and the cool, clear moonlight lifted the sheer curtains, slipping into the room, flickering in and out, hazy and indistinct, falling on the beautiful features of the young man by the bed.
Bai Yan was sleeping restlessly, his mouth half-open, panting softly, his cheeks covered in a deep blush.
He was curled up like a shrimp, his arms tightly hugging the little rabbit toy to his chest, his cheek unconsciously rubbing against it.
The gland on the back of his neck was frighteningly hot, and his lower abdomen felt as if a fire had gathered there, constantly rising under his skin, flowing through his blood, burning his consciousness away.
The soft velvet quilt had long since been kicked to the foot of the bed, piled up in a messy heap.
A rich, mellow scent of jasmine pheromones poured out of the back of his neck, out of control, habitually searching for its soothing Alpha pheromones.
Nothing, nothing, nowhere…
The young man murmured, his eyes filled with tears.
A faint trace of bitter orange blossom scent drifted into the room through the crack of the door, like a distant call.
Bai Yan was drawn to it. He dazedly climbed out of bed and, like a sleepwalker, stumbled as he pushed open the door and headed across the hall.
The third floor was unlit. Tonight was a full moon, and the gentle, serene moonlight shone through the window lattice, illuminating the corridor as bright as day.
Bai Yan let the faint scent of pheromones lead him by the hand, past several doors, until he finally reached his destination.
The feverish Omega opened his hazy eyes and slowly opened the door to the walk-in closet. His hand trembled, hovering in mid-air for a moment.
The next moment, his fair, white hand shot out and grabbed the neatly hung shirts, taking a whole row of custom-made inner shirts and hugging them to his chest.
Only when he couldn’t hold any more did he sway back to the bedroom and fall onto the bed with the shirts in his arms.

Custom-made leather shoes tapped on the solid wood floor.
The jasmine pheromones in the room were so rich they were almost tangible. Pei Tingyu pushed open the bedroom door, his dark gaze sweeping inside.
The bedside lamp cast an ambiguous, warm yellow light. The neatly folded quilt was now on the carpet.
But on the bed, there was now a small mountain of various colored shirts. The beautiful Omega had his back to him, buried deep in the small mountain, with only the cute, snow-white swirl of hair on top of his head visible.
His slender waist was softly slumped, his pajama pants gone, the messy hem of his shirt barely covering the top of his thighs. His slender, straight calves were startlingly white.
Deprived of pheromones, the beautiful Omega hugged the shirts tightly, his knuckles trembling slightly.
A bodhi seed bracelet was clasped snugly around his left wrist, like a golden shackle.
After a long moment, a low chuckle suddenly escaped the man’s throat. His gaze was hot, greedy, and unrestrained as it slowly slid over the young man’s entire body.
The possessiveness and desire for control that had been locked deep in his heart could no longer be hidden, nor did they need to be. They clamored, devouring all of Pei Tingyu’s reason.
The man approached the Omega, who had walked right into his trap, step by step, his gaze incredibly dark.

“Xian sheng…” The young man heard the movement and hurriedly got up from the bed. Without even bothering to put on his slippers, his delicate feet directly touched the floor, and he stumbled into Pei Tingyu’s arms.
He lifted his tear-streaked little face and accused pitifully, “Xian sheng, why did you take so long to come back…”

Pei Tingyu smoothly caught the delicate and slender Omega, his voice doting. “The floor is cold. Why aren’t you even wearing slippers?”

Bai Yan pouted. “I don’t want to. It’s so hot.”
The man sighed softly and said no more. He wrapped his arms around the young man’s waist, lifted him up, and let the young man’s insteps rest directly on his leather shoes.
His warm, large hand wrapped around the back of the young man’s neck, his fingertips rubbing the soft gland, pressing down gently.
Pei Tingyu lowered his head and pecked at the red mole on the young man’s forehead. His gaze was dark and unreadable, but he asked knowingly, “My precious, what’s wrong?”
“What do you want your xian sheng to do, hmm?”
A tingling numbness spread along his gland. Bai Yan’s body trembled, and he instinctively sensed a dangerous aura.
He looked up in confusion to see the man’s face. The two eyes beneath the Alpha’s long, thick lashes were dark and profound, staring straight at him without blinking.
The bite inhibitor on his face was cold and ferocious, the crisscrossing metal frame gleaming with a cold light.
The usually familiar orange blossom pheromones also seemed to carry a sharp edge, enveloping him tightly, like an exquisite cage, locking the jasmine firmly inside, not allowing a single wisp to escape!
Bai Yan vaguely sensed that he seemed to be locked in the bedroom by his husband, and he would never be able to get out.
But he is my husband, so… whatever he does to me, it’s okay…
The hand clutching the man’s shirt loosened and then tightened again. The young man looked up dazedly, his soft hair rubbing impatiently, tears like crystal diamonds rolling down his eyes.
His pink, moist lips parted and closed as he murmured coquettishly, his voice like a little hook, “Xian sheng, it hurts so much.”
The corners of Pei Tingyu’s eyes were red. He let out a low chuckle, the unspeakable desire boiling in his blood. But he was still able to hold back and, with his fingertips, rubbed the moist red at the corners of the young man’s eyes.
Like a gentlemanly guide, and also like the most patient hunter.
He asked in a hoarse voice, “Then, my precious, what do you want me to do?”
But this time, the annoyed Omega was completely unimpressed.
Bai Yan stood on his tiptoes, his figure suddenly swaying. Pei Tingyu was caught off guard, but his large hand timely gripped the young man’s waist.
As he moved, the young man’s lips suddenly touched the Alpha’s protruding Adam’s apple. As if he had found a toy to vent his frustration on, his teeth bit down excitedly.
The man hissed. He immediately loosened his grip, like a child who knew he had done something wrong. The soft tip of his tongue came out and carefully covered the bite mark.
The delicate, moist touch slid over his neck. A chuckle escaped Pei Tingyu’s throat. He stood still, letting his precious play.
It wasn’t until Bai Yan had clearly sucked on it, and his hands had also started to misbehave, that Pei Tingyu suddenly caught both his hands.
The man took a step back and suddenly knelt on the floor.
Both knees on the ground, his collar open, his originally neat and crisp, black striped suit trousers were now stretched tight, outlining the firm muscles of his thighs in a smooth line.
Unfortunately, the young man’s consciousness was hazy now. Otherwise, he would have clearly remembered that this was no different from the half-naked male model in a suit, kneeling, on his old phone’s wallpaper.
Even though it was a submissive posture, the Alpha still exuded a calm and elegant temperament. His upward-looking gaze, however, did not lose its sharpness, as dark as the deep sea.
A smile touched Pei Tingyu’s lips. He took the young man’s hand and, through the bite inhibitor, gently pecked at the calloused fingertips.
His voice was also tinged with hoarseness. “Yanyan, my precious, are you satisfied with what you see?”
The Omega’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a rush of blood went to his head. His fingertips couldn’t help but rub against the man’s thin lips, his voice incredibly strained. “I like it…”

“Yanyan, my precious…”
“Be good. Use your fingerprint to take off the bite inhibitor…”
The man chuckled softly, his low, magnetic, and sexy voice, like a cello, vibrated against the young man’s eardrums, and also teased his reason.
The usually warm orange blossom pheromones had shed all their gentleness, revealing their sharp canines, ready to devour his Omega treasure.
Bai Yan couldn’t help but hold his breath, his heart pounding erratically. It felt as if all the blood in his body had gathered in the gland on the back of his neck.
His consciousness was hazy and fragmented, unable to form clear, meaningful words in his mind. He only caught the words “fingerprint” and “bite inhibitor.”
As if mesmerized, the young man leaned down uncontrollably, his trembling fingers slowly approaching the back of the man’s neck, his fingertips gently pressing against the cold metal sensor.

Click—
The cool metal of the bite inhibitor fell onto the cashmere carpet, revealing the man’s sharp, chiseled features in their entirety.
The Alpha let out a low chuckle, slowly stood up, and wrapped one hand tightly around the Omega’s slender waist.
He was clearly at his limit, the veins on his arm bulging, yet he remained gentlemanly and restrained, like he was treating the most delicate and precious pea princess, carefully controlling his strength.
His fingertips gently pushed aside the fine, pale gold hair by the young man’s ear. The man’s soft lips sucked on Bai Yan’s earlobe.
A voice, hoarse to the extreme, fell by his ear in a deceptively polite inquiry:
“I’m going to do something improper to my precious, alright?”
A beautiful, watery light filled Bai Yan’s eyes. He stood on his tiptoes again and finally covered the man’s thin lips.
My xian sheng, my lover, you can do whatever you want to me.

A rich scent of orange blossom, like a tidal wave, instantly swept through the entire room.
The young man vaguely felt as if he had become a small boat in a vast ocean, constantly rising and falling with the waves.
A stinging pain shot through his swollen gland. The young man suddenly clenched the quilt in his hand. The moist, red corners of his eyes, which had just been filled with glistening teardrops, quickly fell onto the quilt, blurring into a broken mist of water.
The feeling he had never experienced before made him instinctively feel afraid. His thin, fair shoulder blades trembled slightly, and he could only hug the man’s neck tighter.
But he didn’t know that for Pei Tingyu, this was practically an invitation.
The man easily accepted the young man’s embrace and, leaning close to him, patiently coaxed, “My precious, my precious, don’t be afraid. Leave everything to me…”
His thick lashes covered his dark red eyes, as if he had briefly regained his former gentleness.

“Wuwuwu, strange…” The young man’s voice was intermittent, uncontrollably tinged with tears, his soft, glutinous tone like a child acting coquettishly with a close elder.
But only by understanding his words would one realize that he was clearly asking for more from his older lover.
In the end, even Bai Yan himself couldn’t tell if he was crying because of the discomfort or something else.
Their breaths intertwined, orange blossom and jasmine entwined. The two held each other tightly, inseparable.
At first, Bai Yan could still feel the man’s continuous kisses landing on his body, a moist, hot sensation.
But later, it was as if he were in a phantasmagorical dream. The man’s kisses would land here one moment, and there the next.
The world spun, as if he were falling through the clouds.
He groggily opened his eyes and could see the lush green lawn under the window, the sun-drenched blades of grass swaying gently, with last night’s undried dew still clinging to them.
Bai Yan panted, calming his ragged breathing. His eyes were filled with tears, his voice a little hoarse. “Let’s rest for a bit, xian sheng…”

“No, my precious. The doctor said your situation is special.”
“Just a little longer, okay?”
The man lowered his head and patiently kissed the young man’s forehead to soothe him, his magnetic voice as gentle as could be, as if he were truly considering Bai Yan’s well-being.
“The second development of your gland requires continuous and complete marking by an Alpha’s pheromones.”
In a daze, Sister Xiaoxiao’s words echoed in his ear again.
But, does it really need to be this long? It feels like I’ve seen the sun for several days already…
Bai Yan’s submerged reason suddenly struggled to surface, but it was fleeting, once again drowned by the tide of desire.
His slender lashes trembled and then fell again. The young man slowly tightened his arms around the man’s neck, a circle of dense red marks and bite marks on his fair, white wrists.
I have to trust my husband. My husband won’t lie to him…
Besides, besides, he likes it too. He likes his husband the most.