Harris’s breath hitched, the screwdriver slipping from his numb fingers and clattering onto the metal floor of the fuselage.

The scent of crushed lilies was overwhelming, far more intoxicating than the fuel and salt he’d been breathing for days.

He braced himself, closing his eyes in anticipation of the Omega’s lips finally claiming his, but the heat suddenly vanished, and the kiss never came.

Kaelo pulled back, a playful, sharp glint in his eyes as he stood up. With a sudden, quick movement, he shook out one of the heavy, hand-woven blankets and tossed it directly over Harris’s head, muffling the pilot’s startled gasp.

"Eat the stew before the night-chill takes the steam," Kaelo commanded, his voice light and teasing. "I have things to do in the village. A bride’s work is never done, even if he hasn’t found his groom yet."

Before Harris could even untangle himself from the folds of the ’work harder’ fabric, Kaelo had vanished into the shadows of the palm trees, leaving faded words about coming back or something along that line, but Harris could not quite grasp it.

Harris sat in the flickering firelight, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was an Alpha, a veteran, a man who had stared down engine failures and mountain peaks—but he was currently being dismantled by a boy in a grass wrap.

Kaelo was definitely messing with him and mocking him.

Yes, he didn’t have a lover back home, but he did have a wife before. A female Omega whom he loved. They just... divorced after he found out she was cheating on him.

There was this excuse she gave, that he was never home, and it made his heart ache.

Because he was a pilot, he was always flying around. When he wasn’t flying Cilian around, he was working for the national airline.

So, it was hard for her not to miss him and look for someone else to fulfill her urges.

She demanded a divorce.

And while he should’ve been the one upset, he realized he had failed her.

She was in heat and couldn’t stop it with suppressants, but her Alpha was halfway around the world.

With a heavy heart, he accepted, and so he had been single ever since.

It had been about two years since they happened, and he’s never had the mind to date anyone ever since.

Now, he was being teased by a male Omega. He smelled nice, so nice that it was suddenly clouding his judgement.

He wondered if it was because it had been a while since he got laid.

Harris looked down, feeling his pants tighten, and then as he saw the tenth in his pants, his face blew up in a painful shade of scarlet.

He realized the ’resources’ Kaelo had left behind weren’t the only thing keeping him warm.

He was achingly, undeniably hard, his cock fighting the fabric of his pants to let loose. And then, he remembered the sensation of Kaelo’s fingers on his jaw, making his skin tingle.

"God... damn it," Harris whispered, his voice cracking.

Yes, it was definitely because he hadn’t been laid in a long time, that was why he was feeling the pressure from the omega’s scent.

He was an Alpha. It would only mean he was impotent if he didn’t have a single reaction to his teasing.

Regardless... he was quite the tempting Omega.

Harris ate the stew, which was very delicious, and he thought this would be enough to get his mind off the Omega, but he couldn’t help but see Kaelo’s soft, curved lips.

He was madly thinking about sucking on those lips.

So, he tried to focus on the radio, but the wires looked like Kaelo’s hair and the static sounded like his whispers.

Driven by desperate frustration, Harris finally retreated into the shadows of his makeshift tent.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore. It felt like his cock was going to explode, so he took it out.

It was throbbing, leaking painfully as the heat of Kaelo’s breath danced on his skin.

"Dammit!" He hissed and began to stroke it, his hands moving quickly, and his breath hitching as he imagined the scent of lilies.

He wanted to shove his cock inside something. Wanted to feel the warmth of a body, desperately trying to get a good fuck.

But while he thought anybody would do, his mind stayed fixed on that male silhouette, the warm breath, and the flowery scent of lilies.

"Or... are you still scared that I will ’eat’ you?" The words replayed in his head, and before he knew it, his cock exploded, splurting thick creamy semen as his body jerked.

He panted, his eyes hazy for a second and then clear, the post-nut clarity hitting him like a bullet.

What... in the fucking world was wrong with him?

He just jerked off to an Omega. And one he didn’t even know well.

Was it because he was pent up? The situation was so frustrating that he needed some sort of release.

He beat himself up with these questions, calling himself a beast.

But at the end of it, he stayed slumped against a pile of thatched leaves staring at the stars and thinking...

It felt good.

He wanted to do it for real. But... even if Kaelo had tempted him, there was no telling that Omega actually meant it.

He was just teasing him because of his cannibalism criticism.

Nothing more.

Why would he want to fuck a stranger anyway and risk getting pregnant?

All of this... was not real.

The exhaustion finally won, and he drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep, the sea breeze whistling through the sticks of his shelter.

By the early hours of the morning, when the moon was still high in the sky, Harris was pulled from sleep by a strange, wet sensation down on his cock.

He was still half-submerged in his sleep when a soft slurping sound reached his ears. It was wet, and the sensation that followed made his body quiver.

It was almost like... someone was sucking on his cock.

A dream?