Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 7: Oh my goodness! Is that a bulge?

"Oh my goodness! Is that a bulge?" Damien exclaid, his eyes widening in shock the mont they landed on Alex’s erection.

"Oh, please, man. This is insane," Alex muttered quickly, his face flushing a deep shade of red as he hastily covered his erection with his hand. "I an, that’s not even possible. I haven’t been able to get my dick up all morning, and now just by thinking about that... that shithead....I got hard?! Like, seriously?!"

"Huh? Shithead?" Damien repeated, his brows lifting in curiosity as he leaned slightly forward. "And who’s this shithead, Alex? Who’s the person that got you hard just by thinking about him?"

Alex groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "He’s really not important," he said with a sigh. "I believe my head is just muddled up right now. I can’t possibly be hard because of him. I an...he wanted to kill himself yesterday. He almost got in trouble! But then, I still saved him. Brought him back to my office just so he could recover. He asked to spend the night here, and I being the idiot I am actually allowed it."

His jaw tightened, and his tone dropped. "Who would’ve thought that motherfucker would start stroking himself in the middle of the night, releasing his pheromones all over the place.....right when I was close to rut. I almost lost control, Damien, but I sohow managed to rein myself in."

Damien chuckled, clearly amused. "Okay, now that’s interesting," he said, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "So we know one thing for sure....this oga is responsible for the sudden awakening of your manhood. A handso one too, with pheromones strong enough to drive you wild."

Alex shot him a warning glare but sighed in defeat. "Yeah, sure. I must admit... he’s handso," he confessed quietly. As the words slipped from his lips, images of Gabe’s face flashed in his mind.....those lips, those eyes, the soft curve of his jaw. The thought made Alex unconsciously bite his bottom lip, only realizing it when Damien smirked. Clearing his throat, Alex continued, "Now that I think about it... thinking about that bastard along with this drip being passed into my body....it actually made my rut a bit more bearable. I couldn’t even move like this before. So, yeah... maybe it’s thanks to your dication... and maybe, sohow, that oga too."

"I’m glad to hear that, Alex," Damien said, tapping his pen against his notepad thoughtfully. "Now that we’ve identified the one person who can stir so life back into you, I think it’s ti we bring him here. Better yet, you two should have sex."

Alex nearly choked. He coughed violently, spraying water from his mouth as he gawked at Damien. "What?!"

"Having sex with him will help ease your rut, of course," Damien continued nonchalantly. "Since it seems he’s the only oga who can affect you, it’s best to call him over."

"Call him over?" Alex repeated, arching an incredulous brow before letting out a scoff. "You’ve lost your damn mind."

"Yes, of course," Damien said seriously, ignoring the look Alex shot him. "He’s an oga, after all. You just need to leave this therapy office, head to your mansion, and wear a mask so he won’t recognize you. Since he’s seen you before, the mask will ensure your identity remains hidden. Then, you can simply throw a little cash his way. I guarantee he’ll be more than willing to satisfy you. A rich Enigma like you? He won’t say no."

Alex let out another low scoff, his lips curving into a humorless smile. The faint golden S-mark on his hand began to pulse softly, light flickering beneath his skin. His eyes glinted with the sa hue, betraying his rising agitation. "I’m afraid that’s impossible, Damien," he said flatly. "And even if it weren’t, I wouldn’t have sex with him. Not that oga. Not him."

He paused, exhaling slowly as the mory of the previous night replayed vividly in his mind. "When I looked at him last night, I noticed sothing. He wore a ring on his finger....a wedding ring. He’s definitely marked by his husband."

"What?!" Damien yelled, his voice echoing off the office walls as he shot to his feet, pure disbelief etched across his face. "You an to tell you’re getting hard over a married man?" His hands flailed in the air in exasperation. "You actually let a married man spend the night in your office to the point of releasing his pheromones around you?"

"How was I supposed to know he’d do that?" Alex countered with a weary sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. His voice was rough, hoarse even. "Was he supposed to start doing that shit after I let him stay out of kindness? He pleaded, Damien."

"Oh yeah? And how was he supposed to know you’re an Enigma?" Damien snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. "A fucking Enigma, Alex. Not an Alpha.You’ve been parading yourself as a Beta all this ti, and the poor guy probably believed it. He must’ve thought his pheromones wouldn’t affect you at all!"

He dragged a hand down his face and let out an exhausted sigh before continuing, his tone sharp but laced with concern. "Anyway, just get yourself so other ogas, okay? Keep thinking about those married legs of his if that’s what keeps your dick up, but for the love of sanity, find a few willing ones and relieve yourself properly. The drip I’m running through your veins right now won’t last forever. I made it in a rush....didn’t even expect it to work but thank goodness it did. So hurry up, or you’ll be left to deal with the full force of your rut alone. And believe , that’s not a pain you want to endure again."

"You know what?" Alex muttered under his breath, his voice strained and tired. His forehead glistened with sweat, veins standing out at his temples. "I can hold on. Thinking about that motherfucker... along with this damn drip you’ve given ....it’s enough to keep from losing it completely." He let out another ragged breath, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair. "Just go ahead and formulate another type of drug, Damien. Please. Do it fast, because I swear my dick might actually explode at this rate."

He groaned, tilting his head back against the chair. "I really wish I could just fuck so other oga, but I can’t. The mont I even try, my body shuts down. I wouldn’t even be able to insert before it goes soft again. You have no idea how humiliating it’s been already....twenty different ogas Joshua brought , and nothing worked. I’ve been embarrassed enough for one lifeti."

Damien let out a low whistle, folding his arms as he stared at Alex like he was the most frustrating man alive. "You think formulating a drug is a one-day process?" he asked with a bitter laugh. "Especially for an Enigma like you? You might be rich, but even your money can’t bend biological laws overnight."

He paused, then leaned forward slightly, his tone turning teasing yet darkly serious. "Besides... you’re an Enigma. A powerful one. A rich one. What’s there to stop you from snatching that married oga from his husband, huh?"

What?

Alex shot him a withering look. "You must be insane, Damien," he said coldly, his tone laced with disbelief. "You know there are strict laws against that."

Damien waved a dismissive hand, rolling his eyes. "Yeah I know but what’s your business with the law?" he asked dryly. "You don’t even belong to this country, rember? You could take him....claim him and return ho. You’re an Enigma, Alex. You’re capable of things that go beyond the limits of an ordinary Alpha."

Alex’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but Damien continued, undeterred.

"If you were to mark him," Damien went on, lowering his voice to a near whisper, "it would still be possible even if his husband has already done so. Enigmas are the exception. And judging from your reaction, the way his pheromones hit you harder than anyone else’s ever has... it’s obvious you two share an unusually high matching rate. Which ans," he added, straightening his posture, "now that I think about it ..if I ever hope to formulate better drugs for whatever you need in the future... that oga..." he pointed a finger toward Alex "....will have to be involved."