since everybody is talking about the car scene before they arrive at the hotel, here is the car scene:
After calling for a car to be brought around, he made me take off my jacket. He draped it over my arm to roughly cover my lower half, and we stood up.
We squeezed through the crowded first-floor hall — where the jazz piano melody had by now been replaced by the DJ's dance track — and ran down the stairs hand in hand.
A different car from the one nuna and hyung had arrived in — probably the one he came in — was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. The moment he put me in first and got into the back seat, he lunged and kissed me before the doorman could even finish closing the door.
As I received the cascade of his shoulders and lips, I glanced toward the front seat, and he cupped my cheek with his hand, forcing me to focus only on him. The moment the car started moving, a sliding blind dropped down over the window separating the front and back seats.
His strength, pushing me toward the door, kept my body from facing forward; I was half-reclined with my back against the panel. He, too, ungracefully climbed halfway onto the seat and wedged himself between my legs.
Like a boy discovering someone else's lips for the first time and falling completely captive to them, he clung to mine. He kissed me countless times—pecking, biting with his teeth, pressing deep, sucking and chewing. He rubbed his tongue against mine, coaxed my tongue into his mouth, filled it, and squeezed down.
These were not the kind of kisses where you close your eyes and savor each other's presence. We never broke eye contact the entire time.
He pulled my shirt out from my pants and shoved his hand inside. The contact of his bare hand on my skin made my back arch. I let out a groan and grabbed his shoulders. Still kissing me, he yanked off his jacket and tossed it aside carelessly. Then he grabbed my arm, guided it around his neck, pulled me onto his lap and held my back tight.
My cock, already hard, pressed against his body and my whole frame trembled. Shame forgotten, I tightened my grip around his neck and ground my erection against his lower abdomen. Feeling the hardness of his shaft below my balls gave me a measure of reassurance.
In that locked position, we indulged in each other's clothed bodies and tangled our tongues. With half-lidded, languid eyes, we openly showed our desire. His scent — like music creating a seductive atmosphere, or a hallucinogen that numbed reason — made me bold.
If a Beta could detect an Alpha's pheromones, we'd probably be halfway down the stairs, tangled up in the back seat of my car by now.
Inwu hyung's words came back to me.
Along with his assertion that Alphas and Omegas could be drawn to someone regardless of pheromones.
It was exactly as he'd said. He, a Golden Alpha, and I, a Beta, were burning with desire for each other without pheromones — so much so that we couldn't even wait the short time it took to reach the hotel room, already entangled in the back seat of the car.
"Having to hold back again just to get to the room. This is absolute hell."
He muttered in despair as he confirmed we were entering the hotel's driveway. Even as he spoke, his hand hadn't left my ass.
"I'm sorry. Can you endure hell for five more minutes — no, just three?"
His serious expression as he said it made me laugh. I was surprised I could still laugh in this situation. I nodded.
Holding his hand, our clothes disheveled and our breathing ragged, we crossed the lobby. Fortunately the elevator hall was empty late on a Sunday. If we'd run into a family with a young child, I might have been consumed by self-loathing while hiding my erection under my jacket.
The express elevator shot up to the forty-second floor in an instant.
It should have been instantaneous, but it felt agonizingly long. Just as he'd said — it was hell.
Feeling something about to overflow inside me, I covered my mouth with my jacket to hold it back, and he pulled me into an embrace from behind.
His arms, joined over my lower abdomen, gripped my waist tightly. If anyone had seen us, they'd have thought he was holding me upright because I couldn't stand on my own.
Two opposing urges pulled at me simultaneously: the desire to twist away and flee, and the desire to turn around, pull him close, and grind my body against his solid frame.
The former was the me still clinging to reason and inertia. The latter was a new me — one who had awakened to the pleasure that comes from satisfying desire, and to the domain of instinct.
Though it had only happened once, based on experience, I already knew which hand I would let myself be led by.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he snatched my wrist and strode quickly across the hall, and I followed, my legs barely cooperating, nearly dragged.
The moment he opened the door, we tumbled inside. No—he yanked me in forcefully. He tossed the card key carelessly onto the console table next to the entryway and wrapped his long arms around my back.
since everybody is talking about the car scene before they arrive at the hotel, here is the car scene:
After calling for a car to be brought around, he made me take off my jacket. He draped it over my arm to roughly cover my lower half, and we stood up.
We squeezed through the crowded first-floor hall — where the jazz piano melody had by now been replaced by the DJ's dance track — and ran down the stairs hand in hand.
A different car from the one nuna and hyung had arrived in — probably the one he came in — was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. The moment he put me in first and got into the back seat, he lunged and kissed me before the doorman could even finish closing the door.
As I received the cascade of his shoulders and lips, I glanced toward the front seat, and he cupped my cheek with his hand, forcing me to focus only on him. The moment the car started moving, a sliding blind dropped down over the window separating the front and back seats.
His strength, pushing me toward the door, kept my body from facing forward; I was half-reclined with my back against the panel. He, too, ungracefully climbed halfway onto the seat and wedged himself between my legs.
Like a boy discovering someone else's lips for the first time and falling completely captive to them, he clung to mine. He kissed me countless times—pecking, biting with his teeth, pressing deep, sucking and chewing. He rubbed his tongue against mine, coaxed my tongue into his mouth, filled it, and squeezed down.
These were not the kind of kisses where you close your eyes and savor each other's presence. We never broke eye contact the entire time.
He pulled my shirt out from my pants and shoved his hand inside. The contact of his bare hand on my skin made my back arch. I let out a groan and grabbed his shoulders. Still kissing me, he yanked off his jacket and tossed it aside carelessly. Then he grabbed my arm, guided it around his neck, pulled me onto his lap and held my back tight.
My cock, already hard, pressed against his body and my whole frame trembled. Shame forgotten, I tightened my grip around his neck and ground my erection against his lower abdomen. Feeling the hardness of his shaft below my balls gave me a measure of reassurance.
In that locked position, we indulged in each other's clothed bodies and tangled our tongues. With half-lidded, languid eyes, we openly showed our desire. His scent — like music creating a seductive atmosphere, or a hallucinogen that numbed reason — made me bold.
If a Beta could detect an Alpha's pheromones, we'd probably be halfway down the stairs, tangled up in the back seat of my car by now.
Inwu hyung's words came back to me.
Along with his assertion that Alphas and Omegas could be drawn to someone regardless of pheromones.
It was exactly as he'd said. He, a Golden Alpha, and I, a Beta, were burning with desire for each other without pheromones — so much so that we couldn't even wait the short time it took to reach the hotel room, already entangled in the back seat of the car.
"Having to hold back again just to get to the room. This is absolute hell."
He muttered in despair as he confirmed we were entering the hotel's driveway. Even as he spoke, his hand hadn't left my ass.
"I'm sorry. Can you endure hell for five more minutes — no, just three?"
His serious expression as he said it made me laugh. I was surprised I could still laugh in this situation. I nodded.
Holding his hand, our clothes disheveled and our breathing ragged, we crossed the lobby. Fortunately the elevator hall was empty late on a Sunday. If we'd run into a family with a young child, I might have been consumed by self-loathing while hiding my erection under my jacket.
The express elevator shot up to the forty-second floor in an instant.
It should have been instantaneous, but it felt agonizingly long. Just as he'd said — it was hell.
Feeling something about to overflow inside me, I covered my mouth with my jacket to hold it back, and he pulled me into an embrace from behind.
His arms, joined over my lower abdomen, gripped my waist tightly. If anyone had seen us, they'd have thought he was holding me upright because I couldn't stand on my own.
Two opposing urges pulled at me simultaneously: the desire to twist away and flee, and the desire to turn around, pull him close, and grind my body against his solid frame.
The former was the me still clinging to reason and inertia. The latter was a new me — one who had awakened to the pleasure that comes from satisfying desire, and to the domain of instinct.
Though it had only happened once, based on experience, I already knew which hand I would let myself be led by.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he snatched my wrist and strode quickly across the hall, and I followed, my legs barely cooperating, nearly dragged.
The moment he opened the door, we tumbled inside. No—he yanked me in forcefully. He tossed the card key carelessly onto the console table next to the entryway and wrapped his long arms around my back.
here's the whole chapter:
https://sites.google.com/view/honeebuni/dd-all-chapters/11-the-scent-is-a-drug?authuser=5