The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 239: Birthday Heat (4)

While waiting for Spade, Arren remained in his position, but he leaned his head to the side as he closed his eyes. The faint pheromones from his clothes were not exactly enough, but they were better than nothing, and they kept his rationality at bay.

Arren couldn’t say the same about his desires, or at least he felt more excited than usual. It was as though he was drunk or high on some drugs, and in this case, high on Spade’s pheromones.

He took a deep breath, scooted further inside, laid down on his side, and hugged his knees. Arren still had his eyes closed, and it seemed like any minute he was about to fall asleep.

It was still warm, and somehow the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to have something had already awakened inside of him, but it wasn’t so intense that he would lose his sanity because of it.

His pre-heat might be much longer than last time before his actual heat erupted.

Arren was in this position when Spade arrived and looked at him. Even though Spade didn’t know where the omega was, his pheromones, which were slowly being induced by his heat, were enough to give his location.

As soon as Spade stood before him, Arren, relaxing himself in his nest of Spade’s clothes, opened his eyes. He lifted his gaze, and he instantly met the alpha’s gaze. Spade had already crouched down as he stared at Arren; his deep amber pupils looked much darker and more prominent this time.

They stared at each other for a few moments like that; no one spoke. A few seconds later, Arren grinned and opened his mouth to call the alpha’s name.

"Spade." His voice was low and somehow lazy, but there was still a charming touch to it. It was especially so with his misty gaze and the glint of desire in his eyes.

Spade, who squatted in front of him, touched Arren’s cheek and responded gently. Even with the clear desire that was gradually shrouding him, there was still the same softness in his expression that never faded.

"Why are you here?" his voice low and indulging.

Hearing this, Arren’s grin grew more playful, and he touched Spade’s hand that was on his cheek while rubbing it gently on his face. He savored the sensation of being touched first before he returned his gaze to the alpha and looked him in the eye.

"I want to make a nest." Instead of answering directly, he said something else. "Spade, can you help me make one?" Arren said it with some expectation and a new tingling feeling at the thought that his alpha would help him make his nest.

And as if he wasn’t too satisfied with his request, he repeated it but with a much lower tone, and he kissed Spade’s palm seductively while not making eye contact.

"Please, alpha."

Spade’s eyes were fixed on him the whole time, so his expression was clear to Arren, as was the way his eyes flickered in response to Arren’s words. The alpha was affected, and Arren was enjoying this... too much.

"How... do you want me to help you?" Spade’s thumb traced Arren’s jaw until it rested on the omega’s lips, which Arren playfully licked, the wet saliva soaking his finger.

At Arren’s image, which was reflected in his darkened amber pupils, his throat moved, and an almost dangerous growl threatened to escape his mouth.

Arren wasn’t content with just licking the thumb, and he slightly bit it in between his teeth. His left eye winked at the alpha seductively.

"I doubt you don’t know," Arren laughed. The uncomfortable sensation, which was slowly becoming unbearable, was eased by the alpha’s presence in an instant. But he knew it wouldn’t be long, and Spade’s presence would be enough to make him lose himself in his pleasure once more.

Spade could only shake his head, but he was sighing in relief inside. Due to Arren’s being in pain during his pre-heat, he preferred this version of him, which made him less worried about this heat.

"I’ll help you," Spade assured. "First, let’s go out first. Are you not uncomfortable?"

The closet was bigger than normal, but it was still cramped.

Arren sheepishly smiled. "I think, I’m not feeling my leg anymore."

He had been lying in that position since earlier, and he had not changed his position even once nor straightened his legs, so it had gone numb.

Spade was speechless at once, seeing his omega still smile playfully after saying that. There was a helpless expression on his face, but a ghost of a smile curled on his lips.

In the end, Spade had to pick up Arren and carry him to the bed, where he massaged his numb leg for a bit. However, as he did so, he felt Arren’s other foot become naughty.

Seeing Spade looking at him, Arren lifted his brow innocently and casually asked, "What?"

The alpha was again at a loss of words; seeing his omega, who looked especially innocent-looking, he could only silently motion with his eyes to Arren’s foot, which was now at his crotch and teasing him.

Arren immediately understood him as he laughed so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe, yet he didn’t remove his foot in front of Spade’s bulge but even moved it in a circle, feeling the length with his foot.

Biting his lips, he continued, "You like this." It wasn’t a question but a statement.

At what Arren was doing, Spade’s breath slowed down, and his desire slowly rose. He didn’t respond for a moment, but he also didn’t remove Arren’s foot above his crotch and let him continue, clearly enjoying it despite not confirming it with words.

He stared at Arren’s face; if not for the flush in his cheeks and his temperature much higher than normal, Spade would suspect that he was indeed pre-heat. It was as though this pre-heat had increased his desire and lust more than usual.

Arren was in his pre-heat, having his desire and lust increased, and together with him being still sane, Spade didn’t know what to say. He knew that his desire inside of him was starting to act up again in response to his omega’s actions.

"It’s hard," Arren whispered, as though amazed, but then he giggled and licked his lips. "I know you like it."

Spade didn’t even refute, but his mouth dropped slightly. Being pleasured by Arren’s foot was something he never thought of before, but it seemed that as long as it was Arren, it was all pleasurable for him.

Only a few minutes later, Arren stopped. Gaining a reluctant gasp from Spade, he chuckled and tilted his head. His feet now rested on either side of the alpha, and the flush in his cheeks now spread to his neck. If not for his eyes and actions, Spade would think he was no longer sober.

Or was he indeed not sober anymore? Spade couldn’t tell; he was too focused on his own pleasure to notice.

His right foot traced Spade’s abdomen through his chest teasingly. Arren was far too seductive today, one that even Spade was overwhelmed to handle,, His hardness had long become too painful to contain inside of his pants.

Arren nodded and grinned, satisfied with Spade’s expression.

"Alpha... my alpha, let’s build my nest first, shall we?"

Spade froze and stared at him as though saying, ’Are you sure, now? ’, and if he heard Spade’s curse, Arren only answered it with a laugh.

Of course, as usual, the alpha couldn’t say no to him. Despite the noticeable outline of his cock in the bulge of his crotch, Spade still helped Arren and indulged him in what he wanted to do.

Arren forced himself to avert his gaze and not look at it, but he still swallowed a mouthful of saliva from his mouth that was slowly becoming parched with every minute that passed.

Damn, I want to taste it so bad, I want it in my mouth... and even more inside me.

Arren chewed on his lips, his skin getting itchy for some reason. His naughty thoughts actually registered in his face as how he looked at Spade’s lower body before he averted his gaze, which was too intense for the alpha to ignore, as though Arren was already undressing him with his eyes.

Spade glanced at his omega, and his expression of trying so hard to hold himself back, the corner of his lips perk up. At least, he wasn’t the only one.

However, soon Arren genuinely focused on building his nest. After all, he was still an omega in his pre-heat, and building a nest was one such step the omegas take to prepare to mate with their alphas.

This time, he was even more meticulous, as his alpha was by his side and helping him. Not long after, the nest was made, with only the crumpled mattresses and additional pillows encircling the center.

Last time, he made a nest of clothes and put Spade’s used suit in it. but that was because his alpha wasn’t there with him, but it wasn’t necessarily anymore as the man himself was there to provide him with the pheromones he needed.

After it was done, Arren sighed and laid down into it, feeling the warmth in his body. A satisfied smile then appeared across his lips.

And Spade, who was watching him, also smiled at him. Seeing his omega happy, made his heart considerably pleased.