Jannah froze instantly at the sound, her entire body going rigid. The raw, high-pitched vocalization of the unknown woman piercing through the ventilation shaft from the next room seemed to slice right through the humid, steam-filled air of the bathroom, amplifying the suffocating static that had already trapped her in place. Her dark pupils dilated in absolute shock, her focus snapping between the shared wall and the giant of a man who still towered over her frame. The unbridled intimacy of their current positioning hit her with the force of a physical blow; she was pinned between the marble lip of the bathtub and Dorrent’s massive, muscular torso, her clothing already stripped down past her shoulders, leaving her chest entirely bare and glistening under the overhead lights.

As the frantic echoes of the moans continued to vibrate through the walls, Jannah felt the skin of Dorrent’s palm make contact with the skin of her upper abdomen. Her heart began beating at a frantic, terrifying pace, the rhythmic thudding against her fractured ribs so violent that she was certain he could feel the vibrations through his fingertips. Dorrent wasn’t rushing at all. He was taking his time removing the remainder of her dress, his eyes swamped with a dark crimson light that tracked every single micro-expression on her pale face. Slowly, deliberately, he brought both of his hands down to the elastic band of her panties. Instead of simply pulling them down, his fingers intentionally spread across her hip bones, the texture of his palms repeatedly rubbing against her lower waist, dangerously close to her sensitive womanly junction.

"Stop it... you disgusting monster," Jannah hissed through her teeth, her left hand clawing desperately at his wrist to halt the descent of his palms. Her face was burning with a deep, toxic mix of humiliation and rising panic as her natural omega frequency began to uncontrollably spike in response to the hyper-sexual atmosphere bleeding into the suite. "You... you and your pathetic friend Shadron are nothing but sick, perverted beasts! Does he have absolutely no shame? No decency at all? He is a guest being hosted under your roof, and he has the audacity to behave in such a repulsive, loud manner in someone else’s house?!"

Dorrent let out a chuckle that dripped with satisfaction. He didn’t relax the pressure on her waist even a fraction of an inch; instead, he leaned his upper body further forward, his winter-frost pheromones surging forward to wrap around her throat like an invisible collar. "Let me educate you on the hierarchy of this estate, little physician," he murmured, his deep voice a purr that vibrated directly against her burning ear. "Shadron is my long-time friend, an elite Alpha who answers to no one but his own desires. He can bring whatever toy he wants into my compound, and he can stay and do exactly whatever he pleases for however long he damn well wants. I don’t mind his noise at all. In fact, I find it highly motivating."

"Ahhh! Oh god... yes... mmmph!"

Another loud moan erupted from the ventilation grill, followed immediately by the rhythmic, unmistakable sound of a heavy headboard violently slamming against the structural wall of the adjacent room. Jannah reacted, her entire abdomen instinctively contracting, a gasp of distress escaping her lips as her inner walls gave a sudden, traitorous throb that she couldn’t suppress. Her thighs crossed in a desperate bid to shield her core from his predatory gaze, her breath coming in short, agonizing hitches.

Dorrent’s silver eyes instantly narrowed into sharp slits, his gaze dropping down to track the shudder that had just rippled through her lower half. "Are you okay, Jannah?" he asked, his voice dropping into a low, mocking register that stripped away the last remnants of her control. "You look incredibly tense. Is the sound of my friend filling that woman up causing a glitch in your system?"

Jannah clenched her jaw shut, fiercely refusing to give him a single word of a reply. She turned her face to the side, staring rigidly at the porcelain tiles as she fought with everything she had to suppress the chemical warmth pooling between her legs.

"Nothing to say?" Dorrent whispered, a dark, wicked smirk curling his handsome lips. With a sudden sweep of his arms, he dragged the remaining silk of her dress and panties all the way down to her ankles, stepping back just enough to kick the garments away across the wet floorboards, leaving her completely, naked in his grasp. He leaned back in, his chest plates pinning her torso against the marble lip once more. "If you aren’t going to reply to my question, little physician, then I will simply have to check the internal metrics for myself. After all... myself am also reacting to the sounds echoing from the other room, and I highly doubt your fragile biology is remaining completely numb."

Jannah’s eyes flew wide open in horror as she felt the rigid, agonizingly hard shape of his massive manhood straining like iron against his tailored trousers, pressing directly against her hip. "What... what the hell do you think you’re doing?!" she panicked, her voice cracking as she tried to twist her pelvis away from his touch. "Get away from me! Let me go into the water!"

Dorrent didn’t utter a single warning. He planted his left hand firmly on her slim waist, anchoring her frame against the wall so she couldn’t retreat an inch. Then, slowly, with an agonizingly calculated deliberation, he raised his right hand and trailed his long fingers down from her navel, past her lower abdomen, traveling directly toward her sensitive, weeping vagina.

The exact millisecond his fingertips made contact with the soft, outer skin of her womanly junction, Jannah’s lower abdomen gave an involuntary jump. Her internal muscles spasmed with an electric shockwave of pure biological arousal, her core opening up and weeping a slick drop of heat right onto his advancing knuckles. Her mind screamed in agony; she couldn’t let him feel how thoroughly turned on her traitorous omega body was by his touch and the auditory filth bleeding through the wall.

"Stop... please, Dorrent, just stop!" Jannah begged, her left hand frantically pushing against his chest, her pride utterly shattering beneath the weight of her own physical betrayal. "Of course... of course those disgusting sounds are affecting my system! I am a human being, you monster! Only... if you have even a single drop of human decency left in your soul, go out there and tell your pathetic friend to go easy on that woman and shut her mouth! Just make them stop!"

"No way in hell am I interrupting his session, Jannah," Dorrent growled fiercely, his eyes flaring with hunger as he felt theslick moisture coating his fingers. He shifted his palm, his long thumb sliding precisely between her outer lips, finding the exact, hyper-sensitive node of her arousal. "I am not going to help him. I am going to help you instead."

Jannah’s vision blurred with tears of pure frustration and building ecstasy as she struggled against his iron weight. "How?! I don’t need your disgusting help! Get your hands out of my—"

Before the sentence could even clear her teeth, Dorrent pressed his thumb down, relentlessly rubbing his skin right against her clit.

"Ahhh-hnn... fuck... you... ah!" Jannah shuddered, her head slamming back against the hard marble wall as a loud broken moan ripped from her throat against her will, her internal walls convulsing in delirium around his fingers while her lips desperately gasped out, "I hate you... Dorrent... you disgusting... ahhh-hn! Stop... mmmph... fuck you... ah!"