Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Sweet mouth.
The sudden act took Draven his utmost control not to bend Daniel right there and fuck him senseless.
He was shaking—his hands trembling—because Daniel’s mouth... oh gosh, he wasn’t even ready to explain that euphoric feeling he got just from that mouth touching his dick. That alone was the best feeling ever.
"Fuck!! Daniel, let’s wait at my—" He couldn’t finish, because Daniel’s mouth went deeper, licking around his tip slowly and tentatively, swallowing his words straight down his throat.
Oh fuck, fuck!!!
This wasn’t what he expected, not like this. If Daniel continued, they might end up crashing into another car.
Daniel, on the other hand, didn’t care. His whole attention was on the protruding cock—big, thick, and surprisingly attractive.
Like, who the hell even has such an attractive cock to begin with?
Oh yeah, he was consuming it all.
In one slow movement, he gulped the entire shaft into his mouth. In a shocking twist, it slid all the way in—something many women had complained they couldn’t handle because of the size. But here was Daniel, eating it up as if it was nothing.
Draven Swift was known for his cock. Not only was it big, but it was beautiful—something people could literally see through his pants. It didn’t help that he often wore gray joggers.
Daniel, horny as hell, didn’t care whether it was big or not. He wasn’t shocked or intimidated—just baffled that something like this could even look that good.
"Oh jeez!!"
Draven muttered, already feeling himself close to release. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore, so he made the hard decision to speed up.
Thank goodness no police were around, so he freely slammed the brakes and then increased his speed, no longer caring.
He could still feel the friction—the wicked lips teasing him, dragging him closer to madness. For once, he shuddered, precum already dripping down his shaft. Daniel, desperate for relief from his bubbling heat, tugged down Draven’s joggers and revealed his full length.
Draven was dangerously close to his limits. Daniel was pressing buttons no one had ever reached before. Which girl, which guy had ever driven him this far just to get them into his bed? Impossible. Draven Swift was known for his pride. People came to him; he never rushed.
But this one felt different. The fact that it was an Omega, and one this tantalizing, was maddening.
Well, things could change.
As if the heavens were with him, the villa finally appeared up close. Draven released the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Today was going to be a blast. Nothing beats an Omega in heat—their libido was unmatched, and getting serviced wasn’t a crime, right?
Daniel, impatient as ever, was about to remove his crop top. It slid up, exposing his torso, his smooth stomach and waistline glistening under the light. Pure perfection.
Draven gulped hard, eyes locked.
Daniel, oblivious to how much he was tempting him, still held Draven’s dick captive in his hands. From sucking to dangerously fondling, caressing it like it was fragile, all while struggling to drag the stubborn crop top over his head.
Finally, Draven halted the car at the enormous gate. The sudden stop threw Daniel forward—he nearly smashed his head on the steering wheel. Luckily, Draven caught him with his palm, cushioning the impact.
Daniel, heat momentarily easing, looked at Draven in shock.
"What the heck..."
He could’ve died right there. Why was Draven rushing like this? Sure, Alphas were reckless, but risking lives—his life—when he still had revenge to serve against his family? Unbelievable.
"I would have died," Daniel whispered, staring at him.
Draven’s bright, lust-stricken face dimmed slightly at Daniel’s words, but his aching dick still throbbed. Was it over already? That fast?
The gateman had rushed out at the blaring honk. Draven had pressed it like a man in deep emergency, forcing the entire staff to hurry to the gate.
They opened it wide, waiting for the Benz to drive in. Draven cursed silently.
"You worthless gateman! Why didn’t you open the damn gate earlier? Now I’m left horny. Oh great."
Sulking like a child, he circled the car wildly, even swerving toward the poor gateman in a drunken chase.
The man panicked and ran for his life, while Draven leaned out the window, throwing him a middle finger.
"Fuck you, Charles!" he shouted before finally driving into the park and stopping.
Daniel’s jaw dropped. He had thought escaping Adrian would free him from madness, but here he was—Draven Swift, just as unhinged.
Why couldn’t one Alpha act sanely?
Not waiting for Draven, Daniel stepped out on his own. Looking down, he realized his crop top was halfway off, his trousers loose, and his Calvin Klein boxers showing at the back.
Bending to adjust them only made it worse—his ass poked out in a way that looked sinfully perfect.
Draven, staring from the window, nearly lost it. That ass. The way Daniel bent down was seductive enough to ignite every cell in his body. And he wasn’t the only one affected.
The male staff nearby were gawking openly. Daniel’s pheromones, no longer hidden, wafted through the air like sweet raspberries—intoxicating, bold, irresistible.
Draven quickly stormed out of the car, glaring at them.
"Look one more time, and you’re fired!" he barked, shocking everyone—including Daniel.
Charles, trembling, bowed quickly.
"We came as soon as possible, young Master. Any problem, any emergency—we can help."
Draven ignored him. His eyes were on Daniel. And then, to everyone’s disbelief, Daniel gasped—looking down in shock.
Not only him. The staff began murmuring.
"Is that his dick?" a shameless lady blurted.
"It’s so big—just like they say," another chimed in.
"And beautiful," one added breathlessly.
"He has a prized cock indeed," a male staff squealed, eyes locked on Draven’s exposed length.
At that moment, Daniel’s heat resurfaced—ten times worse than before. He dropped to his knees, shaking as pain shot through every inch of him.
Draven immediately rushed to him, bending to hold him. But Daniel seized the chance—grabbing Draven’s dick publicly, fondling it with desperate hands.
Gasps filled the air.
Daniel didn’t stop. He tore at Draven’s clothes savagely, sucking his chest and stomach, roaming his hands over his abs in a frenzy to calm the fire raging inside him.
Caught off guard but aroused beyond control, Draven leaned in, lips crashing into Daniel’s. Their tongues tangled violently as Draven scooped him up bridal style.
He signaled Charles with his eyes, and the gateman quickly understood—ordering all the staff to clear the premises.
The villa was about to witness a storm.