Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 44: You can’t be anyone else’s

Chapter 44: You can’t be anyone else’s

Honestly, Knox would have laughed at Azrael’s posture that exactly mimicked a mother’s pose ready to reprimand his troublesome child, if only he wasn’t caught in that predicament.

But because he was that disobedient child, all he could do was step back involuntarily, until his back touched the wall. He shivered from the coldness brought by the tiles against his white long-sleeved polo shirt.

Observing Azrael slowly made his way to him, Knox felt like he was a rodent getting cornered by a ferocious cat. His heart hammering inside and his stomach was even more churning from the intense nervousness. Azrael looked like an executioner walking toward the sinner with his scythe up, ready to slice it forward.

Knox gulped. A brave thought dashed in his head, boosting his fallacious courage, ’Why do I have to hide and fear him? I clearly told him I had an appointment! I’m not committing any crime here!’

He thought like that, but his lips refused to part and voice them out. There was nothing to do except avoid him for now. So, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from where he stood and slipped inside the cubicle once more at an amazing speed that could rival a bolt of lightning.

But the thunder coming his way was even faster than light since before he could lock the door again, Azrael’s towering figure loomed over him. His eyes glowed like a predator lurking in the shadows watching his prey, the glares were left in their spot as they moved with his every movement.

The door Knox pushed forward was held in place, and it even creaked from two opposing strengths.

Azrael leaned closer, "Why are you trying to hide? You’re feeling guilty?"

Knox widened his eyes at Azrael as if telling him – ’who wouldn’t hide if you come at them like that?!’

"I’m trying to be patient here," Azrael added. His voice tinged with seriousness and forced calmness, unlike the emotions that swirled in his eyes. He was trying to suppress himself from shouting and scaring Knox, as their last conversation in that same place echoed in his head.

"But you keep exhausting my patience thin, Knox Arden. You cowered whenever you saw me. You said you were scared, so I was trying to be more considerate and gentler. But you’re meeting a man behind my back instead. And you looked like you were f*cking enjoying his presence! Have you ever smiled like that to me? I’ve never seen you giggle like a lovesick fool in my presence!"

Azrael’s voice seething with anger and dripping with jealousy. Before Knox could ponder why, Azrael puffed and blurted out, "Hah! Let go of this goddamn door, Knox Arden! I’m pushing in."

Knox shuddered from his tone. It sounded mad, but also conflicted and grim. His hands let go of the door and Azrael slid in, locking the door behind him. He stood inches away from Knox, with his head lowered and his brows furrowed.

A voice that sounded like it came from the depth of the sea echoed in that cramped space, "Speak."

Knox flinched. He boldly greeted those grey eyes with his green orbs and spoke, "I-I don’t get why you’re mad. So, what if I’m going on a date? My business with you is to only complete the contract. I’m doing my job perfectly, and I never complain. Just because I’m working for you doesn’t mean you can have a say in whoever I date!"

Azrael’s thread of patience snapped. He pushed Knox against the partition wall and locked him between his arm and the door. The cramped space became even more smaller for Knox, as Azrael moved closer. Their legs were touching and their chests were barely inches away.

Knox huffed and panicked. The closing gap between them was starting to become dangerous. On top of that, Azrael released his pheromones, and by that alone, Knox could tell how frustrated he was.

’What’s frustrating him this much?’ he couldn’t help but wonder.

His question was answered when Azrael bumped his forehead on Knox’s a bit hard that the latter winced from feeling a short bout of pain. He then whispered in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever seen a man choose to commit to contract completion rather than accept compensation, which would be easier and less stressful than reliving the agreement again and risking getting betrayed and deceived once more?"

Knox pondered. He wanted to shake his head after realizing that the arrangement was only weird and troublesome to both parties, but he couldn’t move his head as Azrael was pushing him back to the wall and never moving away.

Knox could only stammer in reply, "Y-You...your pheromones...."

Azrael frowned, "You have no complaints when that Meyers was pouring his pheromones to you, and yet you complained to mine? It frustrated me. You were there, basking in that bastard’s scent and you never reacted...or should I be glad you’re reacting to my scent? Tell me, Knox. Which scent do you like most? Nevertheless, I won’t let you walk away here carrying another alpha’s smell."

Knox’s orbs shook ever slightly. His mind was muddled. He blinked and asked Azrael, "Why are you being like this?"

Azrael sighed, "Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re stupid or just so dense. Why would I go out of my way to ask you to cook clumsy eggrolls and burnt pancakes? Make you clean the house and do chores? I can just pay for a professional chef and house cleaners. I have lots of money I can pay for ten of them."

Knox was starting to understand. The clouds that covered his sense of awareness toward Azrael’s actions were being blown away by the bulldozing wind of reality spoon-fed to him by Azrael himself.

He never expected that something like that would happen. For Knox, it was an impossibility. Yet, before him, was Azrael, spelling every word to him. Although Knox knew why he felt like that.

His hunches were only proven after Azrael spoke other sentences.

"What did you do to me, Knox Arden? My instincts are shouting a single phrase – ’you can’t be someone else’s. You shouldn’t belong to someone else. Just mine. Mine alone. You’re mine. My omega," his voice growled and he pushed his head forward, sealing Knox’s parted lips with a ravenous kiss.

"Hmph!" His lips were claimed before he could explain. But does he even want to? If Azrael knew the reason he was acting obsessive and possessive toward him, what would he do?

Knox’s hands involuntarily flail and was uncertain where to land. Azrael caught one and pinned it with his hand on the wall, while the other he caught was pulled to his chest. With that placement, Knox could feel the erratic beating of Azrael’s heart.

’It wasn’t like this before...’ Knox said to himself. Bits of those days they spent together were resurfacing in his head. It’s making him more conscious, hot, and flustered.

In his hazy mind, the image of Azrael’s fiancée came to Knox’s mind. He tried to resist the urge to give in and kept pushing him away with the only hand he could, ignoring those rapid rises and falls of Azrael’s chest.

Azrael felt the resistance, and for a moment, he paused to ponder whether to stop or not. However, after catching a whiff of the remaining scent of brewed coffee lingering in Knox, his hesitation disappeared like bubbles popping in thin air, and he deepened the kiss by letting go of Knox’s hand on his chest and placing it at the back of his neck, pulling his head closer.

He ground his lips on his Knox’s and earned a throaty moan from him. Azrael’s smirked against their adjoined lips. His lips parted Knox’s closing mouth forcefully. He slid his tongue and ravaged every crevice inside, sucking and licking, urging Knox to dance with him in a rhythmic movement.

The sounds of lips smacking lips followed by panting and huffing filled the room. Knox’s vision was starting to lose focus from the loss of oxygen, so he started punching Azrael in the shoulder and bit his lips.

Azrael stopped. He pulled just an inch away and cupped Knox’s chin. His brows knitted when he spotted a trace of blood on his lower lip, so he bent down and licked it.

Knox trembled. Azrael was seducing him but it seemed that he wasn’t aware his actions were making Knox horny and needy. He pushed Azrael’s mouth and panted, "S-Stop...footsteps...ha...are coming..."

Azrael’s jaw clenched. He regretted not locking the door. He wiped Knox’s sweaty forehead and mumbled slowly, "Did I make myself clear?"

His voice was gentler than before, and his touch was light yet still burned Knox. A small smile was plastered on his face after noticing Knox’s reddened ears. Even his neck was tinged with the same color.

Knox nodded his head in a quick manner. He expected Azrael to live after getting his answer and making his point, but his hand was pulled away after the footsteps disappeared. Azrael dragged him out and dared to bring him back where their respective dates were.

Knox panicked. He pulled his arm and frantically exclaimed, "What are you doing? We can’t go back together like this! Leave me here and go ahead."

Azrael stopped and turned to look at him, "I thought I made myself clear."

Knox grimaced at him, "There’s no problem in my case since Rikard and I aren’t dating! But you’ve got a fiancée! People will curse at me if they see us like this!"

Azrael was silent. Then, after a while, he spoke, curiosity filled his eyes, "You’re not dating?"

Knox, "That’s what you’re concerned about? After everything I—no, we’re not."

The alpha’s face brightened. But then, another frown formed on his face, "How about that Horace?"

Knox gaped at him. Azrael waited for an answer patiently. So, Knox later shook his head, "Absolutely not.’

Azrael’s face beamed. A ring of light shimmered from behind him, illuminating his handsome face, and giving him a serene vibe. He nodded and let Knox go. With one last glance, he made his way back to the table, sporting a smile that reached the corner of his eyes.