[Dark Table] Brotherhood is not established

"A room."

Under the strange eyes of the clerk, Yatum rushed into the elevator holding the game tightly, the boy in his arms was like a ripe shrimp, with an abnormal blush on his face.

He wrapped the whole package of the game in his arms with his coat, but he still couldn't stop the person in his arms from exuding a seductive smell.

The rich fragrance of lotus was covered and suppressed by the smell of rainstorm trees, but it still attracted countless alphas to look at the two of them.

Since ancient times, alpha has fought countless wars for Omega.

Even though the modern society seems to be very peaceful, the battles between alphas for Omega are still high. The war between alphas is always very easy. To make another alpha submit, you can only defeat him or kill him. Him, there is no other way.

In this society where Omega is still a minority group, alphas are still willing to fight for an Omega with others.

Several men followed Yatum into the hotel. When they saw that the elevator door where Yatum was located had begun to close, the expressions on their faces were instantly replaced by ferocity and anger.

Watching the men rushing towards the elevator indifferently, Yatum held the game tightly and remained unmoved. He watched the elevator door close indifferently, and at the same time there was a loud noise.

It seemed that those men kicked the elevator door angrily because they didn't have time to snatch the game.

On the screen, the numbers danced slowly.

The confined space of the elevator blocks the circulation of air, and the lotus fragrance has nowhere to go, so it can only gather in the elevator and become more and more intense.

After the fresh aroma gathered to a certain level, it became as sweet and greasy as sugar, and it kept drilling into Atum's nose.

Filled his mouth and throat like honey.

Every breath is very difficult, and the alpha's instinct is constantly challenging Atum's reason.

His cock was rock hard in his pants, every cell screaming to mark him!

Mark the Omega in your arms!

run through him!

Possess him!

Let him exude his own flavor from the inside out!

"Um……"

The person in his arms uttered a small moan, pulling Yatum out of the vortex of YW like a thunderbolt on the ground.

He hastened to relax and clenched his hands subconsciously just now, the game arm had left a clear mark because of his force just now.

"Game, game! Be sober, hold on a little longer, and I'll go buy you medicine right away."

Yatum said eagerly, and Yugi whimpered in pain in response.

"Ding-" The elevator arrived.

The moment the elevator door opened, Atum rushed out holding the game.

He walked quickly towards the room with the game in his arms.

There are obviously only a few steps away from the elevator to the room, but it seems so far away to Yatum, he can't wait to rush into the room with the game in hand.

Sweat had already soaked Yatum's clothes, and his strong self-control allowed him to control the rampant fire in his body.

Putting the game on the bed, Atum wiped the sweat off his face with a rough panting.The rich Omega pheromones in the air, the Atum pheromones of Hook rioted.

The sweet taste seemed to stick to his teeth, and each breath made Artum feel tormented.

Reason and instinct are tugging at his thoughts every minute.

Going on like this is not an option, if it goes on like this, he will definitely mark him regardless of the game's wishes.

He needs to go to the pharmacy and buy a suppressant for the game, and maybe get one for himself.

Struggling to get up from the bed, Atum decided to leave.

However, the person on the bed suddenly grabbed him.

"Don't, don't go..."

The game's eyes on the bed were blurry, and the purple eyes were full of water vapor. It was as if he had just been picked up from the water. His whole body was covered in sweat, and his lower body was wet in a mess. Even the bed sheet under his body was partially wet.

Obviously, under the influence of the estrus period, the game has no reason to speak of.

Nothing was more powerful than Fan's invitation, Atum's throat was dry, his Adam's apple was sliding up and down, and the heat wave in his eyes had reached a certain limit.

The Omega in front of him was ready to be marked, but Atum would never mark him again under such circumstances.

At least not flagged while the game is unconscious.

"Game, game! Wake up! Look at me, look at me!"

Holding Yugi's chin and turning to himself, Atum patted his face lightly, trying to wake Yugi up.

"Tell me, who am I?"

The young man who had long been dominated by lust tried to open his eyes to look at the person on the body, and Zi Yingying looked at Yatum with confused eyes, as if trying to remember who the person was.

"Atum... Atum... I'm so sick..."

The moment he recognized Atum, Yugi asked him for help with tears in his voice.

"Um...I'm so uncomfortable..."

The sudden estrus period made the game's brain confused, and he instinctively asked Atum for help, and his weak hands pulled Atum's clothes loosely.

The game that has long been tormented by lust has lost its mind.

Like a drowning man, he grabbed a piece of driftwood called Atum and refused to let go.

"Mark me... Atum tag me..."

"I'm so uncomfortable...so uncomfortable...help me..."

The begging words made Yatum's heart warm, but Yatum calmed down again in an instant. He knew that this was said when the game was unconscious, and it was not the real intention of the game. If he marked the games, then...

"Game, be good, bear with me, I'll buy you an inhibitor."

"No...don't, don't go, tag me...Atum..."

Unable to bear the torment of lust any longer, Yuxi finally cried out on the bed.

It's really too uncomfortable, from the inside out, whether it's body or heart, they are desperately longing for Alpha's caress and care.

He's going to be driven mad.

Putting his hands next to Yu Yu's ears, he looked at his sweetheart Yatum who was suffering under him and fell silent.

After a long time, he lowered his head violently and kissed You You vigorously. The hot kiss made You You forget to cry for a moment.

Atum's pheromones enveloped the game, calming his panic and discomfort.

Dizzy from the lingering kissing game, the four lips parted, and he stared blankly at Atum who was pressing on him.

The young man put one hand next to his ear, and the other hand went over his head and touched the top of the bed.

Yatum seemed to have got something, he straightened up and untied the belt with one hand, the sound of metal clashing stimulated the nerves of the game.

He saw a square plastic package being bitten by Atum, and the boy tore open the package directly with his head tilted, his golden hair curling in the air.

You You stared at all this in a daze, but his current state made everything seem to be in slow motion.

There was no way he could immediately realize what Atum's actions meant.

Only Atum could be seen slowly bending down to press him.

A melodious and deep voice rang in my ears.

"Don't be afraid..."

"No matter how many times, I will satisfy you."

TBC