To say the atmosphere was awkward was an understatement. All three of them - two alphas who might or might not know Luther's true identity and the omega whose neat life was on the verge of collapsing and breaking- sitting at a table in silence.
-Why are you two here?
-Luther, I'm sorry for not calling- Killian started ranting- and I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of everyone. As for my aunt, I don't know what she said to upset you like that, but I'll deal with it.
-Lu, whined Claus, why won't you fuck me? Because of him? He's not even that pretty.
Claus's remark was enough to turn both their heads in his direction. Luther looked at him dumbfounded. Killian rolled his eyes.
-I'm the prettiest, blondie. My North Pole is sure bigger than yours too, Santa. And people sit in my lap without me having to bribe them with presents, snarked Killian.
-Wanna whip it out and see?
-Bring it out, fried box-dyed hair!
-Oh, I assure you the curtains match the drapes!
-ARE YOU FUCKING FIVE?! yelled Luther.
He rubbed his temples, annoyed. If his belladonna flower got out, it could cost him more than his life; it could destroy his family's reputation and place in the Parliament.
Yet the two who put his family and himself on the line were about to whip their dicks out to see who was bigger.
-So, let me get this straight, exhale tired Luther. Both of you state that you can't sense another omega's pheromone but mine.
-You too? yelled the alphas one to the other.
"Idiots", thought Luther.
-Shut up and listen, said the omega sitting down in a chair.
The two alphas were now positioned in front of him in a manner that could remind of two students being scolded by their teacher. At least from an outside point of view.
On a closer inspection, both of their gazes were fixed on Luther's thighs slightly parted under that bathrobe. The material raised just enough to show a trace of skin from the left inner thigh.
Luther smelled fresh. His hair was slightly damp and his eyes were unclear, the corners concealed, as usual, bidding the type of blossom Luther was. In the air, there was a faint scent of alcohol, but Killian couldn't tell if it came from Luther or them.
-Answer yes or no. Do any of you know what kind of flower am I?
-No, answer both simultaneously.
-Am I just a way to get a contract with the Parliament on the supply of heat inhibitors and stimulus?
-No.
Luther shifted in his chair, placing a leg on top of the other and leaning back. The bathrobe moved, letting in full view Luther's leg. Muscles ripple beneath the skin, sculpted from years of activity and movement. His calf is subtly toned, a result of early morning runs or brisk walks between meetings, showcasing a commitment to maintaining his health even with such a busy schedule.
Killian noticed that despite the firmness and masculinity of that leg, there was something almost royal about it. The way the thighs were resting on top of each other intensified the impression of elegance.
The alpha gave himself a scolding for thinking such thoughts while Luther looked so anxious in front of him. Plus, since when a man's leg was enough to drive him crazy? No amount of alcohol could play as an excuse for it.
Claus wasn't more innocent about it either. His heart was racing, threatening to beat out of his chest.
-What do I smell like to you?
-Forest, honey, rain, lime, said Killian.
-Sweet, musky, but in a frail subtle way, orange and berries, responded Claus.
-Hah, well isn't this a surprise, mumbled Luther. Claus, articulated the omega, why come back after all those years? Just for a fuck? Or were you actually convinced I would fall for you after some "I'll take responsibility for you" speech?
-Lu, it's not like that.
-And you, Killian, you're basically a stranger to me. Why did you get so obsessive?
-Luther…
The man spread his legs and smiled mischievously. He left himself unshielded by the bathrobe
-Fine, then how about a game. I'll kiss the one who'll save my world tomorrow! chuckled Luther. I have a plan!