On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Promise everyone's hardcore and sweet combination~~~Meme~~~

"Randall—"

The voice of a senior CIA officer came from the direction of the study. On the sofa in the living room, a large pile of dusty blankets moved, and then a fluffy head with messy blond hair emerged from under the blankets.

"what--"

Randall James drawled to his officer, his voice languid and sleepy.There were dark blue shadows under the eyes of the blond agent. After resting for half a day, he didn't look so sleepy anymore, but there was still a sense of laziness all over his body.

Bruce didn't come out of the study: "Can you come here?"

Randall grunted, and slowly got up from the pile of blankets.The blond agent was only wearing a white shirt, stepped on the ground with bare feet, took two steps in a daze, and almost tripped over the trousers he threw on the carpet.

"Oh shit!" he muttered and cursed, and then shuffled slowly into the study.

His black-haired chief—no, it should be his lover now, was sitting behind his large desk, watching him intently.

But it's easy to see that Bruce isn't all that pleasant.

Randall has a natural sensitivity to danger, even if he is not awake.The blond agent stopped at the door of the study, and knocked cautiously on the door frame: "Honey?" He called out sweetly, and the laziness mixed with sleep made the agent's voice sound careless gas.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept across the agent's bare legs, looking unmoved. "Still sleepy?" he asked.

Randall yawned and said, "It's okay." He whimpered and said, "I haven't been getting enough sleep lately."

The black-haired man looked at him indifferently, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "Don't hint at me, Mr. James."

——Oh, bad food.His dear Bruce only called him Mr. after his last name when he was angry.

The blue eyes of the blond agent turned around, and he tried harder to show a flattering smile, "I didn't say anything." Randall said with a smile: "Recently, I like eating sweet and sour things. Someday you How about we go to that Chinese restaurant again when we have time?"

Bruce's expression remained the same, he fiddled with a pen between his fingers, and said, "I can distinguish between an omega's pregnancy reaction and an agent's slow recovery period after a long period of lurking and sniping." The black-haired man looked up at Randall, he His eyes were stern: "I warned you, James, don't lie to me."

The blond agent shrank his neck from that gaze.He seemed to want to step back, but stopped abruptly, twisted his body strangely, then raised his chin: "Sorry."

The agent's apology was condescending.

Bruce bent his lips, but his eyes were filled with anger: "When have you ever really felt sorry?!"

Randall stood up straight, he put away the last bit of guilt and anxiety, his neck was stuck, and his short blond hair froze around looked like a hedgehog: "Not really." His blue eyes stared Looking at Bruce, he looked like an annoyed leopard ready to go, baring its fangs.

Bruce sneered, "snap", a folder was thrown under Randall's feet, the pages were scattered from the brownish-yellow outer skin, Randall narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a fuzzy fingerprint on one page footer.

"Does this prove anything?"

Bruce was still sitting there, and he said: "I said, don't get involved in these things anymore." The senior CIA official looked sharply, "But you entered my study without authorization and read the documents." He paused , the tone is even colder: "I even went to perform the task without authorization."

Randall snorted: "Your desire to control is so strong? If you know me, Bruce, you know that I can't be your cat obediently in the cage. Sorry for your miscalculation, but I don't think I should do it for you I am responsible for your loss." His tone was particularly low, and his sea-blue eyes were full of provocation.

Bruce let out a slow "oh".The dark-haired man suddenly laughed: "If you know me, James," he imitated Randall's words: "You know that I was never here to control you." He stared into the eyes of the blond agent: "If you want Proof, you're not my cat, why are you back in this cage? Oh, and by the way, you've never been a cat, Mr. James."

Randall stared.The blond agent's tone was already dangerous: "Are we really going to discuss this topic, sir?" He staggered his body slightly, and seemed to turn away at any moment.

Bruce's cold smile finally gradually took on a trace of warmth, and he slowly said: "You are mine, Randall." He stood up from behind the desk.

"you are mine."

Bruce stepped up, then pulled his agent into his arms.

His little leopard with sharp teeth and sharp claws has never been wiped out by captivity. After carnivorous and bloodthirsty, the leopard will come back to him again.

An almost violent kiss.

Bruce's tongue knocked open the agent's teeth and drove straight in. Randall was caught off guard and leaned back, and then Bruce pulled his elbow and pulled him towards his officer, their lips knocked together heavily.

"Well……"

The blond agent let out a muffled moan, and he seemed to be trying to drive Bruce out with his tongue, but obviously, this was not only a failed idea - but also very easy to get angry.

Lips and tongues intertwined.

Randall felt as if he was about to suffocate, and his sleep-deprived brain seemed to be undersupplied, but his hand slowly grasped the man's shirt behind Bruce's back.

Bruce broke the kiss slowly, he moved away from Randall's lips.

Randall looked a little dizzy. He looked at Bruce and blinked: "So, are you angry?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow.His agent really looked like a feline. He had a stern look just now, as if he would show his sharp teeth at any time to bite off a piece of his flesh, but now because of a kiss, even his eyes were foggy.Bruce could almost see the way a big cat with blond fur stretched out, eyes languidly squinting because of his smooth fur.

But he didn't ignore the sly look in Randall's eyes.

Randall showed a bored smile and said, "Since you have given up on that inexplicable anger, I'll go back to sleep."

As soon as the blond agent took a step, he was dragged back by Bruce.The lover's hands are like iron tongs, holding him so tightly that he can't move.Randall rolled his eyes and slowly stepped back to Bruce.

"Is there anything else you want?" He drew out his tone.

Bruce looked at Randall with a half-smile, "Your feigned anger is indeed very effective, agent," he paused meaningfully for a second, and said, "But unfortunately it's not enough to please me."

Randall finally took off the mask on his face, and he showed a helpless smile, waiting for Bruce's next words.His officer is closing in on him: "I wish you would stay out of CIA business, but it doesn't seem to be working. You've disobeyed me too many times, Randall, apology or these games of pulling away and coming back It's not enough to calm down."

The blond agent grinned, and he looked at Bruce: "Dear Bruce, I miss the time when I called you sir."

"So you just read my file, and then crossed half the world and lay in the swamp for two days and killed the CIA's confidant with a single bullet?" Bruce's voice was very low, and he couldn't tell whether he was gnashing his teeth or just a little nervous. With pride and helplessness.

Randall snorted through his nasal cavity: "With all due respect, my dear, you don't seem to have any agents like me under your command, they are all idiots..." Feeling the grip on his arm strengthen, Randall He hurriedly added: "Of course, you are definitely the wisest leader I have ever seen."

Bruce smiled lightly: "You are so wise that you don't use you anymore, do you think you are safe?" He said slowly: "It is still so wise that even if you lied to me, agent, and violated me more than once, you still let you tear me apart." Is it the shackles on your body?"

Randall froze.

He observed Bruce's expression. There was no emotion in the black-haired man's eyes, and Randall slowly concealed the expression on his face.He knew Bruce's softening tone didn't mean his anger had subsided.Randall is familiar with this legend who can't even mention the CIA's name. As his ace agent, he knows what it's like for Bruce Stewart to be really angry with someone who is emotional, as his lover.

All emotions, disappointment, anger, indifference, are hidden behind those eyes, all words are impeccable, all words are designed to make you let your guard down.He sees through everything.

The blond agent looked directly into Bruce's eyes. He suddenly felt the coldness of the swamp three days ago slowly enveloping him again, and the urge to tremble in his bones.

He never wanted Bruce to be so angry with him.

He didn't want to look at him like that.

Randall closed his eyes.He looked tired. "I don't want to leave you, Bruce, I don't want to lie to you."

Bruce raised the corners of his lips, and his hands slowly climbed up the blond agent's back, and the man's warm body temperature was transmitted directly through a thin layer of clothing.

"That's not a reason."

His officer's voice came coldly.Randall finally realized the imminent crisis, he tensed his muscles suddenly, but it was too late to resist.Bruce had him under control, they were too close, not even close enough for Randall to throw his elbow at his lover.

Bruce's hand was on Randall's back, hard.The blond agent flinched, his eyes turning cold.

The senior executives of the CIA are no longer as calm and self-possessed as they used to be.His brown eyes seemed to be burning again, and the breath of alpha enveloped Randall overwhelmingly.

The blond agent finally collapsed before the next futile struggle.Bruce supported him, and Randall felt that the man's hand was imprinted on his back like a burnt iron, and his skin could sizzle even through a layer of clothing.But all his weight was supported by the burning.

Bruce hugged Randall who was caught off guard by the alpha pheromone, and the arc of his lips was cold: "I'm still very angry, Randall James."

"boom--"

Randall didn't have time to react, and he was suddenly thrown on the huge mahogany desk. The alpha's breath was so strong that it was dizzying. It took him a few seconds to vaguely feel something stuck on his back. There was a sharp pain in the shoulder blades. ——It’s a pen holder.

Bruce's movements became rough, and the senior officer of the CIA swept all the things on the desk to the ground with a wave of his hand. The documents like snowflakes were scattered in the room. Randall thought in a daze,—he I don't know why I was distracted at such a juncture—Garcia was going to be distracted again.

The strong alpha pheromone impacted all senses and nerves, and Randall felt like a fish out of water, thrown on the hypoxic shore without the strength to struggle.He struggled to get the pen holder away from his back, trying to sit up. —and then an ominous cracking sound was heard.

The only piece of clothing he had was reduced to rags in Bruce's hands.

"Oh, Bo...Bruce, don't be so rude..." Randall muttered in his hoarse voice, and when the dark-haired man pressed his hand on his bare chest, the words of refusal rose. A little imperceptible tail sound.

The skin seemed to be burning, and Randall closed his eyes. Alpha's breath makes his nature ready to move, and he is clearly not in heat.The blond agent slowly clenched his fists, feeling weak and unwilling.

Bruce watched the momentary flash of emotion in the agent's blue eyes, and he laughed in a low voice, and the voice had no warmth: "You defied me too many times, Randall, this time is a lesson."

Randall gritted his teeth.

Bruce didn't have much expression on his face, but his eyes were already burning with desire. The senior officer of the CIA is an overly powerful alpha, but he is also an alpha of the ascetic department. He is as cold as a machine. If anyone can see Bruce Stewart's appearance at this moment, he will be shocked.

——It's a pity that the people who saw this scene are like fish on a chopping board.

Alpha's breath filled the entire room, and the smell that stimulated every nerve of Randall was drowning him like a tide at this moment. The nature of the omega made the CIA's ace agent firmly pressed on the hard table, unable to move at all.The blond agent closed his eyes, biting his lips, but his teeth were easily broken by his chief.

Randall found himself submitting to the hard kiss.

Feline instincts let him open his mouth and want it.Sharp tiger teeth grazed Bruce's lips, and both of them tasted rust.Bruce deepened the kiss. He plundered the saliva in the agent's mouth. The smell of blood made Randall's blue pupils shrink.

Shortness of breath.

The senior CIA officer was satisfied with the softened breath of his agent, he raised his body slightly, and lowered his eyes to watch the ambiguous silver thread between the two people's lips.Bruce curled his lips.The wound on the lip was quite deep, and the blood was still oozing out. His little leopard opened his eyes, which were blue, like an angry sea.

Randall doesn't seem to enjoy the caress as Bruce's hand runs along the blond agent's body, his agent's near-perfect musculature.Still not fully disarmed, he struggled to get up.

"But, it's okay, Bruce... I shouldn't go out to work without telling you... Let go of me, I don't want to fight with you." Randall's breath was intermittent, he pushed Bruce, and didn't use much strength , with one hand seemingly pressed awkwardly behind his back.

Bruce's voice was cold, and there was a touch of bright red on his lips, which looked both intimidating and fascinating: "You asked for it, Randall."

"Well……"

The blond agent's breath tightened, and Bruce's hand swam up from his waist, then rested on a bulge on his chest, and pressed down heavily.The sensitive part of his chest was shamefully aroused by such roughness, and a numbing electric current flowed from under Bruce's fingers all over his body, and Randall fought back a moan.

Bruce slowly rubbed the red bump, and he slowly pulled the torn, pitifully thin shirt off Randall's body, revealing the agent's beautiful body.His agents have smooth muscles, and one can guess what kind of strength lies there, making the body slender and fit.Bruce narrowed his eyes admiringly, he didn't seem in any hurry.

Randall gritted his teeth secretly.That wave of alpha pheromone shock was almost fatal to him.He's an omega agent, he's been asked to fend off this, but that's his officer, his marker, his lover.

He couldn't resist.

Bruce teased Randall's body once and for all. He knew every sensitive zone of the blond man, knew what would make him gasp, and what would make him clenched his fists to hold back the pleasure.He knows his lover too well.

Randall seemed to have completely sunk down. In the turbulent passion, his pupils dilated slightly, and Bruce's shadow was reflected in the blue.

next second.

--"boom!"

The blond agent suddenly jumped up, like a cheetah attacking in an instant, his muscles tensed into dangerous lines, and his hand behind his back was finally exposed, and he went straight to Bruce in front of him, with a pen in his hand.

The black-haired man seemed to bend his lips for a second.He was already prepared, and he intercepted Randall's attack with a shot like lightning. The tip of the pen stopped a few centimeters away from the carotid artery. Bruce didn't take a step back. He pinched Randall's wrist with his backhand and twisted it, and the pen fell off. fall.The gold-plated pen fell on the camel-colored carpet, leaving a dark dot.

Bruce's voice was as smooth and cold as silk: "Is it your habit to stick to me, Randall?" The gentle expression on his face when he spit out the name of the blond agent made Randall slap trembling.

The blond agent's strength was running low, and he was thrown heavily by Bruce on the hard table almost at the same moment. In the air, there was only a pair of pitiful white underwear left on the lower body, and the shape of the things inside could already be seen.Bruce didn't torture him too much, he just tore off the underwear, and Randall's brother raised his head tremblingly.

The honesty of the Omega body.

Bruce laughed softly, and he lifted the agent's legs neatly and put them on his waist.The man bent down slightly, and his fingers slowly slid across Randall's groin, his spine, and the hideous scars on his body, one, two, three... the things that once brought him nightmares The gun hole has been tenaciously filled with pink new flesh.

The blond agent squirmed nervously.

Bruce's cold hands grip Randall's crotch unforgivingly, hard enough to leave bruises.He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

This is very wrong.

Randall started to feel pain, real pain.He felt the tip of the knife slide across his lower back, and the pain that burned through his body made him choke in his heart.The blade dug a little into the flesh above his hip, and Randall tried to get away, but he couldn't.

Then Bruce kissed the scar on his chest.The huge, gray-white scar was slowly licked by the man's tongue, and there were water marks winding all the way.The itch and some other strange sensation came to Randall's mind.He found himself now in a state where he couldn't think.The blond agent's hand grabbed Bruce's arm unconsciously, and he held it so tightly that he turned white in refusal. The smell of Alpha is so inviting, mixed with the smell of CIA report type paper, new wool coat, gun oil and new lemon-scented shampoo in their bathroom.

His alpha.

An extraordinary heat flowed through his body, and Randall knew what was going to happen. He rolled his eyes, but held Bruce even tighter.

A marked omega is about to go into heat because of his mate's smell.