Chapter 61 His Mark On Them

The bedroom's once exotic orchid and aged leather scent had been overtaken by the alluring mix of Lycgers pheromones. Despite inhaling an overwhelming amount, Dirk felt an unexpected sensation, far from the sickness he'd anticipated. A broken moan escaped as Seth's lips trailed along his neck, hot and wet, sending shivers down Dirk's spine. His eyes fluttered open, like the wings of a waking bird. The sight that greeted him was so unexpected, that his heart skipped for several minutes. Floating on the roof of the bedroom, a mixture of what he could only describe as the most perfect blend of pheromone colors - black, red, white, and gold, resembling floating snowflakes in the room's atmosphere.