This was the first time in Ren’s life that he was experiencing such a phenomenon. He didn’t know the first thing about how to control it.
And though Rhys had gone through this before, it had been years since the last time it had happened to him. He had been getting by thus far through sheer willpower alone.
What was it about Ren’s pheromones that made him lose control so easily—so completely? He didn’t know, and he no longer had the mental capacity to think about it.
All he knew was that all of Ren’s being was calling to him, and there was nothing else he should be doing other than respond.
As Ren panted in desperation on the floor, mindlessly trying to take off his pants, underwear, and shoes while simultaneously inching closer to Rhys, Rhys’ hands continued what they were doing befor
