Velross City – Nightfall – Seraph Club
Riven Hale never came to places like this.
Pulsing lights, bass-heavy music, and the scent of too many bodies trying too hard. It wasn't his scene. But tonight? Tonight, he needed an outlet. Something physical. Something that didn't come with contracts, negotiations, or emotions.
He leaned against the back corner of the bar, sleeves rolled up, nursing a half-empty glass of scotch. His tie hung loose, the collar of his white dress shirt unbuttoned. A headache throbbed behind his eyes. Deals. Expectations. Pressure.
He needed a distraction.
That's when he saw him.
Or rather—felt him.
A flash of silver in the crowd. Then a presence. Calm. Intentional. A young man stopped in front of him, tilting his head with a slight, knowing smile.
"Waiting for someone?" he asked, voice smooth as velvet.
Riven took a slow sip. "No."
"Good," the stranger said. "Because you are now."
It wasn't confidence, it was certainty. The kind that hit Riven's nerves just right. The guy was... beautiful, in an untouchable way. Slight build. Pale smooth skin. Soft silver-blond hair that curled just below his ears. Sharp lips and sharper eyes.
He was trouble.
And Riven needed exactly that.
Ezren leaned a little closer, fingers ghosting the rim of Riven's glass, then sliding against his wrist, barely touching.
"You've got a lot bottled up," Ezren murmured. "Let me help you forget."
He leaned in and whispered just beside Riven's ear, "Let me ruin you tonight."
And Riven didn't say no.
Private Lounge – Moments Later
The lounge was bathed in a deep, low red glow. Heavy velvet curtains muted the music from outside. Riven sat back on the plush couch, but Ezren wasted no time straddling him again. The moment the door locked, the tension snapped.
Their mouths crashed together. Hungry. Rushed. Ezren bit his lower lip and sucked it between his teeth. Riven groaned, grabbing Ezren's waist, pulling him flush against his growing erection.
Ezren tugged at Riven's shirt, pushing it open to expose skin. His tongue traced the ridge of Riven's collarbone before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Riven hissed and ran a hand through Ezren's hair, tightening it in a fist.
Ezren let out a small, breathless laugh. "You like that?"
Riven didn't answer. He shoved Ezren's shirt up and latched onto one of his nipples, sucking hard, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub until Ezren arched into his mouth, moaning.
Ezren's hand found Riven's belt again. He undid it, pulled the Alpha's cock free, then stroked him slow long, torturous strokes. His other hand trailed up Riven's chest, across his abs, then tangled in his hair.
"I want you deep," Ezren whispered.
He kissed Riven again, hot and filthy, moaning into his mouth as he ground down on him.
Riven flipped him, pressing him onto the couch. His fingers ghosted down Ezren's spine, spreading slick lube between his thighs. Ezren reached behind himself and guided Riven's fingers to his entrance.
"Stretch me," he whispered.
Riven groaned and slid one finger in, then two. Ezren rocked back into them, panting softly. He added a third and twisted, eliciting a sharp moan.
"Now," Ezren begged.
Riven positioned himself and slid in slowly. Inch by inch. Tight heat swallowed him.
Ezren's back arched, mouth open in a silent cry. "Fuck Riven"
The Alpha stilled inside him, breath shallow. "You're so tight."
"Move."
Riven did.
He thrust slow at first, deep and controlled, letting Ezren adjust. Ezren clung to him, nails dragging down his back. When Riven angled his hips just right, Ezren let out a cry.
"There right there fuck"
He rode each thrust, hips lifting to meet him. Their bodies clapped together wetly, sweat glistening across skin. Riven grunted as he fucked into him harder. Ezren's cries grew louder, more desperate.
Then they shifted again.
Ezren pushed Riven back, straddled him again, and began to ride him.
"Sit back," Ezren said, voice low and wrecked. "Let me take what I want."
Riven obeyed. Ezren braced his hands on Riven's shoulders and rolled his hips in tight circles, squeezing down on him. His silver-blond hair clung to his cheeks, eyes half-lidded with lust.
Riven grabbed his hips and thrust up into him hard, slamming in deep. Ezren moaned loud, broken and bit down on his wrist to muffle himself.
That's when it hit.
It wasn't perfume. Or sweat. It was something deeper richer. Like heat and honey laced with electricity.
Riven's pupils dilated. His breath caught. Something primal snapped into focus.
Omega.
He inhaled sharply, instincts blazing like a wildfire.
Ezren froze mid-grind. Their eyes locked.
"You" Riven growled, voice low and rough. "You didn't tell me."
Ezren exhaled shakily, still moving against him. "Didn't need to. You feel it now, don't you?"
The scent thickened, filling the room like smoke. Riven's control slipped. He grabbed Ezren's waist and thrust up, hard.
Ezren cried out, loud and raw, his body arching as Riven slammed into him again and again.
"Fuck, you feel good," Riven growled.
"Don't stop," Ezren panted, voice trembling. "Don't you fucking stop."
Riven reached between them, stroking Ezren's cock hard. Ezren choked on a moan, riding him with reckless abandon.
He came first, trembling, back arching, release spilling over both their chests. His body clamped tight around Riven, who groaned as he slammed in deep and came hard inside him.
He didn't bite. Didn't mark.
But it was close.
Too close.
Later That Night Same Lounge
The couch was a mess of clothes and sweat. The air thick with scent and tension.
Riven lay half-asleep, still bare-chested, head turned into the couch.
Ezren, fully dressed again, stood above him. Silent. Calm. Watching.
He reached down and brushed a few strands of hair from Riven's forehead. His expression unreadable.
"You'll remember this," he whispered. "Even if you never see me again."
Then he turned and walked out, scent trailing after him like smoke.
Three Days Later At Hale Dominion R&D
The elevator doors opened.
Riven stepped into the glass-walled lab floor, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored jacket. His mind was clear. Focused.
Until it hit him.
That scent.
Clean. Electric. Like lightning trapped in silk.
He turned and there he was.
Ezren Vale.
Lab coat. Button-up shirt. Silver hair tied loosely. That same unbothered gaze.
Riven's stomach twisted. Lust. Shock. Recognition.
Ezren smiled just slightly.
"Mr. Hale," he said smoothly. "Let's begin our consultation."
Like they hadn't fucked all night.
Like nothing happened.
And Riven… said nothing.
But everything had changed.
This wasn't over.