Luther couldn't exactly get a grip of himself. His vision was fuzzy, the room was spinning, his limbs were getting heavier. He lost the grip on the knife, but Killian squeezed his hand in place.
Since he was a little kid, Luther was isolated. Mostly because his family estimated his secondary gender to be a dominant alpha. That type of alpha was a danger walking, at least with his genes. If Luther came out as a dominant alpha, he would have got the power from his father and would it, he could have the whole Parliament in his palms. Wilkers's family was known for their traits… unaffected by any poison.
They isolated Luther to teach him exactly what boundaries not to cross, how to identify "blooming" pheromones from someone who could be a possible mate and poisonous from the one he was incompatible with. Because to a Wilkers dominant alpha, all pheromones had a floral scent so they couldn't tell apart if they didn't pay attention to details.
But Luther turned out into an omega, something nobody expected. It was the first in his family since his grand-grand-grandfather generation. The family had no research and, because of it, Claus - Luther's best friend since birth - almost got killed. Since then Luther swore to himself he'll never let his pheromones loose ever again.
Yet here he was- a dripping mess unable to stop his pheromones from pouring out of him. Even if he knew what would happen since he accepted Killian's ridiculous deal, he couldn't help but sob uncontrollably. He was running out of breath and he was scared of his own body's reaction.
Killian couldn't take his eyes off of him. Luther was shaking from head to toe, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. His lips were trembling and oh God his scent was filling the air. Killian couldn't even describe the smell even if his brain was working properly.
-Fuck, Lu
-Make it stop, whined Luther leaning in, please…
Killian thought about using that knife on himself. He was losing control and that could gamble not only the future of his and Luther's, but his whole company. Yet he couldn't articulate a thought about the future when Luther was looking at him with such pleading lustful eyes. It was almost a reflex the way he let his pheromones downpour on the omega.
The restaurant noise fell in the background almost inaudible. Killian was grateful that he rented a private room instead of being in the middle of the dining space full of people eating. Not because what was happening between them would radicalize the tabloids, not because it was right down shameful how much lust their pheromones covering and uncovering each other gave, not because of their very visible erections poking their suit pants.
It was only for one reason. One look at the pleading, borderline begging mess Luther was blooming in front of him and he wanted to hide him from the word. That very moment, Killian forgot about business and companies and whatever the future holds. The primal instinct to secure and own the beautiful flower in front of him ravaged any sense of reason within the omega.
-How is it now, Lu? Better?
Luther shifted uncomfortably in his seat. At this point, he let loose completely his hold on the knife. He let his head fall back and covered his mouth with his hands. He wasn't sure if he was trying to stop himself from inhaling Killian and his scent melting together or to focus more on it.
One thing was certain, he was getting high on it. His body was trembling, his mind was unclear, unable to form another thought besides " I want him ". Every cell of his body was pulling towards Killian, begging for more of him, pleading, bargaining. Luther was holding onto the way too thin of a thread of ration he had left in himself.
-Babe, are you there?
"Ignore him" Luther told himself. As if ignoring him would deny any effect the alpha had on him. It was humiliating for Luther even to process the fact Killian had such a powerful effect on his body and his mind.
Yet it was impossible to ignore it anymore when Killian placed his hand on his shoulder. It wasn't much if you viewed it from outside. A faint squeeze, a thumb barely tracing a line on the side of his neck. But all that gave Luther more than the usual butterflies people had in that situation. It was electric like he was struck by lightning while still being bathed in the pouring rain. One move from Killian, one stray touch that was masked as reassuring and Luther lost all control over his body.
His pheromones exploded. It was almost suffocating for him. He wondered what Killian thought, but it took more than a moment of bravery to look at him. It wasn't until he couldn't feel the light grip the alpha had on his shoulder that Luther finally looked at him.
It was enough to shift him back to reality.
On the marble floor, Killian lay out of breath and unconscious. Luther didn't need another second to stop his flow of pheromones, open the windows to air the room and go after the restaurant staff to call the ambulance.
Running across the restaurant, informing the paramedics, making phone calls and letting his family know what happened, all of those were usual business for Luther since high school. There were always casanovas who promised they could handle him and he would always end up in this type of situation after believing them and only letting out a small portion of the pollen his flower could actually give.
Yet he made a fool of himself again. Killian's speech got to him and he followed it blindly like a moron. He didn't have anyone else to blame, but himself for that. Being this gullible at 27 didn't make him a hopeless romantic anymore, it just made him look pathetic and desperate. Luther swore this was the last time he would meddle like this with alphas, especially with Killian Akna.
When the paramedics came to take Killian to the ER, the idiot still had a satisfied smirk imprinted on his face.