Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 5

When they arrived at the sprawling mansion standing alone in the secluded area, pitch-black smoke was already billowing up. True to the nature of a pheromone party, most of the people rushing out in a panic were stark naked, wearing only flimsy underwear, or barely covering their private parts with whatever cloth they could grab. The ones fully dressed were clearly bodyguards or hired staff. The contrasting sight was ridiculous in the extreme, but the firefighters focused on their task with grave expressions.

It was actually fortunate that these people still had enough presence of mind to run out on their own. Leaving behind the crew members who were splitting into teams to prepare the water hoses, another team busily geared up to enter.

“Are there many people inside?”

At the team leader’s question, a man who appeared to be the butler answered with a pale face.

“I… I don’t know. There are probably quite a few…”

Seeing the man stammering, a man with reddish-gold hair asked cynically.

“We should prioritize the normal civilians, right?”

“Dane! Don’t discriminate against Alphas. If someone is inside, you save them!”

At the team leader’s shouting, Dane clicked his tongue briefly, put on his helmet, and entered the mansion. Watching his retreating back, the team leader muttered with a frown.

“Surely that bastard won’t actually leave them to die, right?”

“Surely not. He talks like that, but he does everything he’s supposed to do.”

The man who answered with a laugh added bitterly.

“At least while he’s on the clock.”

With those words, a group of firefighters rushed forward quickly. The employees looked on with pity as the firefighters ran in the opposite direction of the people desperately escaping.

Ominous creaking sounds echoed from all around. The sound of heated wood cracking open and pieces of plaster falling from the ceiling and hitting the floor tangled together, pressuring the space. The fire, which had started from the inside of the building, soon spread throughout the entire house. The flames painted grotesque patterns as they burned the wallpaper, quickly climbing the ceiling and flicking their crimson tongues. The smoke clung to the ceiling and undulated, writhing as if a massive beast were inhaling.

Scattering in different directions, the firefighters opened doors one by one and urgently ushered out anyone they found remaining inside.

“Get out! Get out right now!”

One of the firefighters searching the interior shouted at a couple found in the drawing room. However, they couldn’t respond properly. The couple, high on drugs, blinked their dazed eyes and remained limp on the couch. Because their consciousness wasn’t clear, they didn’t seem to properly grasp the current situation. Eventually, while his colleagues dragged them out, one firefighter ran ahead toward the stairs.

“Hey, Dane! Wait, let’s go together!”

Someone shouted from behind, but he bounded up the stairs three at a time and arrived on the second floor in an instant. The smoke lay even thicker here. He quickly opened doors one by one to check the inside. In the meantime, several people rushed past him, coughing as they fled outside.

Huff, huff. Dane skillfully controlled his breathing, which had become rough from the encroaching heat and tension. Just as he was about to move forward again, a man who looked like a servant came stumbling through the acrid smoke, coughing violently.

“Is there anyone else inside here?”

Dane grabbed him hurriedly and asked. The man, who was trying to cover his nose and mouth with a handkerchief to escape, answered between coughs, his face a mess of sweat and soot.

“I… I don’t… I don’t know. I delivered alcohol to the corner room at the far right end a while ago, but…”

Dane didn’t listen any further and threw himself forward urgently. From behind, the man shouted in a hoarse voice.

“He locked the door. You’ll have to break it down!”

Instead of answering, Dane kept running as he pulled the axe from his back and gripped it in one hand. Reaching the end of the hallway, he hurriedly scanned his surroundings and caught a glimpse of a small door amidst the hazy smoke. If he hadn’t been tipped off by the man, he would have surely walked right past it, as it was concealed secretly like a part of the wall. Dane hurriedly touched the wall to confirm the door’s location, then adjusted his grip on the axe and brought it down with full force.

With a loud thwack, splinters of wood flew into the air. From behind his back, the eerie sound of the fire spreading mixed with the occasional sound of breaking glass. Dane paid no mind and continued to strike the door. After several swings of the axe, he ripped away the shattered door, reached his hand through the gaping hole, and turned the handle. With a metallic clatter, the door opened, and Dane immediately rushed inside.

“Evacuate immediately! The fire is…”

He stopped mid-sentence. The scene unfolding inside the room was something that even Dane Striker, a man worn down by countless one-night stands and changing partners, had never witnessed before.

Two men who appeared to be twins were collapsed on the floor. Stark naked, they were foaming at the mouth and trembling so violently that it was visible at a glance. With their eyes rolled back showing only the whites as they stared into the void, it looked as if they were going into shock.

Gasping for air as if they might die at any moment, their cocks stood stiff and upright, leaking seminal fluid. Even though their groins were soaked, suggesting they had already ejaculated several times, they remained swollen. If left like that, they would likely lose function permanently. Of course, an Omega’s penis was useless for reproduction, but that didn’t mean it was okay for it to be destroyed. A vital spot was still a vital spot.

Yet, they still couldn’t regain their senses and continued to dig their fingers into their rear holes. The area was already red and swollen, wounded and even bleeding, but they didn’t stop. It seemed their brains were completely soaked in something. Whether it was alcohol, drugs, or perhaps…

Pheromones.

Only then did Dane check the face of the man sitting on the bed. To be precise, the dark blonde man leaning his upper body against the headboard with his wrists tied to the bedposts on either side.

The source of the pheromones, which were thicker than the acrid smoke, was that very man. Pouring his pheromones over the Omegas gasping and rolling on the floor, he was smiling. As if he had never seen a more entertaining spectacle.

Dane stood there for a moment, watching the man’s eyes shining with a golden light.

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The intense heat felt as if it were lunging right at his back. The sound of the house collapsing came from all directions. The moment a loud noise roared from nearby, strength flooded into the man’s arms. The sight of muscles bunching and rising on his long arms came into view, and then, with a sickening crack, the bedpost where one of the handcuffs was attached shattered.

It didn’t end there. The same thing happened on the other side, and the man became free in an instant. Dane watched, breathing heavily inside his helmet, as the man slowly rose from the bed.

What is this crazy bastard?

His mind was nothing but chaotic. Even if it was wood, the fact that he broke the bedposts with his bare hands was hard to believe, but more serious than that was the state of the Omegas groaning before his eyes, soaked in pheromones.

He had expected some sort of chaos from the moment he knew it was a pheromone party.

However, actually seeing this scene made his stomach turn. He felt a momentary sense of futility, wondering if he had jumped into this pit of fire to save scumbags like this, but now was not the time to indulge in skepticism.

“Dane! Are you okay? Whoa!”

Ezra, who had chased after him belatedly, shouted in surprise. The other firefighters who arrived after him reacted similarly. Confronted with a bizarre scene they had never seen in their lives, they seemed to forget the situation for a moment, stunned.

The first one to move was Dane. The twins collapsed on the floor couldn’t even stand up, let alone walk out on their own. Dane picked one up first, and just as Ezra was about to pick up the other twin to leave, an unexpected situation occurred.

The moment the twin in his arms smelled the thick scent of pheromones through the acrid smoke, he had a seizure and twisted his body violently. Dane hurriedly held onto him, but Ezra, caught off guard, lost his grip on the other twin.

“Damn it, ah!”

Flustered, Ezra shouted. The man hit the floor with a fairly loud thud, but he showed no sign of pain. Ezra tried to grab him again quickly, but the man shook him off and crawled urgently across the floor. Toward the man who had sprayed pheromones on them and reduced them to this state.

“Take him. Get out first.”

Dane shoved the twin he was holding onto another crew member who was standing there awkwardly and tried to grab the crawling man. However, the remaining twin on the floor began to convulse and thrash about.

“No, nooo! Let go! Hurry, huuurry… Put it in, shove it in meee!”

A shrill scream erupted. Watching him wail while shaking his hips, unable to endure the heat, was painful even for the onlookers.