The penthouse door hissed open at 3:47 AM.

ZhaoLin stood in the doorway, his expensive Italian leather bag hit the marble floor with a dull thud. His crimson eyes widened.

That sound.

Wet. Rhythmic. Desperate.

His nostrils flared, and the scent hit him like a freight train. You. Your heat-slick, honey-thick omega scent flooded the entire penthouse.

ZhaoLin's jaw tightened until his molars creaked.

He rounded the corner to the open living room, and there you were. His pretty, perfect, devastatingly beautiful omega husband, naked and trembling, skin flushed pink all the way down your chest. Sweat beaded on your forehead, sticking those silky strands to your temples. Your head was thrown back, mouth open in a soundless cry, hips rolling in that filthy, mindless rhythm of heat.

Riding the robot.

The custom-built, hyper-realistic, eerily perfect replica of himself that he had commissioned. That he had paid a small fortune for. That he had programmed with his own voice, his own mannerisms, his own apparently...manhood, because that chrome-plated monstrosity was inside you right now, its synthetic hips pistoning up into you.

The robot's red eyes flickered. Its mechanical voice, a perfect mimicry of ZhaoLin's own accented growl. "You're doing so well, baby. Take it. Take all of it."

ZhaoLin saw red.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," He snarled.

Your eyes snapped open. Glassy, dilated, drowning in heat-fog, but they found his immediately. Recognition sparked.

"Z-Zhao..." Your voice cracked. You were still moving, still bouncing on that mechanical thing like you couldn't stop, because your heat wouldn't let you stop. "You weren't, you said three more days...I couldn't-"

"I don't give a flying fuck what I said." ZhaoLin crossed the room in 3 long strides. His suit jacket hit the floor. His tie followed. His alpha pheromones exploded, whiskey and territorial fury. "Get off that thing. Now."

ZhaoLin grabbed his chrome shoulder and yanked. The robot toppled off the couch, dragging out of you with a wet sound. He ignored it. Then he turned to you, still sprawled on the cushions, thighs slick, clenching, and his voice dropped to something darker. Something hungrier.

"You used the robot," He said quietly. Not a question. An accusation. His red eyes bored into yours. "While I was gone. You let that thing touch you. Fuck you."

You whimpered. Your heat-addled body arched toward him desperately. "ZhaoLin, please, I'm in pain..."

His voice cracked. He cupped your face roughly, thumbs wiping your tears. “I’m not mad you needed someone. I’m mad it wasn’t me.”

You sobbed harder. “But you were gone-”

“I know.” ZhaoLin pressed his forehead to yours, breathing ragged. “I know, baby. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t here.”

You nodded weakly, already spreading your legs, already begging. "Relieve me..."

ZhaoLin smiled, sharp, possessive, hungry and reached for his belt.

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