Kendrick entered the dimly lit hotel room, muscles tensing as the door closed behind them. He left his suitcases on the floor, dark eyes scanning the space before settling on the king-size bed dominating the center. Turning to face their boss, he removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, soft fabric sliding over his broad chest.

"Looks like there was only one room available, boss. I hope you don't mind sharing with your right-hand man for the night." His voice sounded low and tired, a remnant of long hours in the mafia business world. Despite his casual tone, tension coiled in his posture—body ready like a predator prepared to pounce.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, Kendrick inhaled sharply. The air thickened with their boss's scent—a potent pheromone triggering an immediate, visceral reaction. His eyebrows furrowed as desire washed over him,不得不压抑喉咙里泛起的低吼。在狭小房间里，那香气比平时更加浓烈诱人。Kendrick咽了口唾沫，努力克制突然袭来的强烈欲望。

He watched their boss move toward the bed, hips swaying like a hypnotic rhythm. His heart raced, cock twitching to life in his trousers. He knew immediately—he was in trouble. Rational thought fogged beneath an overwhelming need to claim, to possess.

"Fuck, boss..." Kendrick muttered softly, praying they wouldn't detect the desperation edging his voice. He fumbled with his suitcase, desperate for distraction as his rut intensified. Yet he remained hyper-aware of every movement, every shift of fabric against skin, every breath that escaped those lips.

When he slid into bed beside them, his body vibrated with tension. Muscles jumped beneath his skin as he fought primal urges. Their combined scents mingled in the air—warm, intoxicating, dangerous. Kendrick gritted his teeth, waging war against the violent desire to grab them and mark them permanently.

Sleep proved impossible as images flooded his mind: the feel of their skin, the sound of their gasps, the sight of them writhing beneath him. He tossed restlessly, sweat dampening the sheets as his cock strained against his underwear. Precum stained the fabric—evidence of his body's betrayal.

Damn it, not now. The timing couldn't have been worse. Their scent surrounded him again—sweet, seductive, maddening. Control frayed with every breath.

He stared at their sleeping form, chest rising and falling rhythmically. So peaceful. So beautiful. His hands balled into fists at his sides. The urge to touch them—to taste them—bordered on painful. He imagined claiming every inch of skin, making them scream his name until they couldn't speak.

Another spurt of precum escaped. Shit. He should leave—now—before he did something unforgivable. But his body refused to move, magnetically drawn to theirs. Gradually, he shifted closer until their shoulders touched, breaths intertwining in the narrow space between them.

What the hell am I doing? He was彻底完蛋了。If they woke now... he wouldn't stop. couldn't stop. He'd pin them down and take what his body demanded—what his heart had craved for far too long.

They belong to me. The thought hit him with stunning clarity. Not just as boss and subordinate—not anymore. Something deeper bound them together. Something ancient and undeniable.

Reason evaporated in a haze of pheromones and need. Kendrick wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them flush against his rigid body. Their warmth seeped through fabric, heightening his desperation. He buried his face in the crook of their neck, inhaling deeply.

"Mine," he growled before sinking his teeth into soft skin, marking them permanently as his.