Once outside, Rhys breathed in copious amounts of air, hoping to clear his system of that bit of omega pheromones quickly.
As luck would have it, he had always been good at controlling his own pheromones. That brief surge of instincts from earlier was far from enough to overwhelm him.
But with all that being said, as he was already hard before he had even entered that restroom, the thing in his pants simply wouldn’t calm down by itself.
Thus, he took the nearby stairs and headed to the second-floor restroom that was just above the one he had exited.
He found it really strange.
For Rhys, relieving himself like this was an act that was not much different from the other two ways he relieved himself. It was just something necessary, and he mostly did it mechanically, simply focusing on t
