Then Donghwa curses—"Fuck"—low and strained against my neck. It snaps me back like a rubber band to the face.
I feel it before I process it. That swelling pressure at his base, thickening, insistent, shoving against my rim. Expanding.Locking.
No.No no no.
My eyes fly wide, heart slamming into overdrive. "Pull out!" I bark, twisting to glare at him over my shoulder, panic clawing up my throat. His face is flushed, eyes dark and unfocused, lips parted on heavy breaths. "Donghwa—pull the fuck out now!"
He grunts, hips stuttering, but he's too far gone—thrusting shallow, chasing his own edge. The knot balloons bigger, stretching me wider, that unyielding bulge forcing its way in, inch by merciless inch.
"You better not—fuck—don't you dare knot me!" Hysteria bubbles up, sharp and shrill, my voice cracking as I buck wildly, trying to scramble forward on my elbows. Nothing. He's iron on my back, hand vise-tight on my neck, the other still fisting my spent cock like a threat. Pressure builds, burning stretch turning brutal, my hole yielding around the swell. "I'm gonna kill you—get itout, you bastard! Alphas don't—shit—we don'tknoteach other!"
I'm going to go into hysterics.
"Pull out! Pull the fuckoutnow!" I scream, my voice gone shrill and ragged, every muscle locked in frantic denial. My ass clenches hard around him, trying to expel that swelling monster at his base, but it just makes the pressure worse—hot, unyielding, like a fist shoving deeper.
Donghwa grimaces above me, teeth bared, sweat dripping from his brow onto my back. He tries—rocks his hips back an inch, testing—but freezes with a hiss, knuckles white where hegrips my hip. "Too late," he grits out through clenched teeth, voice strained and wrecked. "Can't—fuck—it's too tight, hyung."
"You lying sack of shit!" I roar, panic exploding in my chest like a grenade. I twist my torso as much as his iron grip allows, swinging my elbow back wild. It connects—solidthwackagainst his ribs—and he grunts, but doesn't budge. "Crazy bastard! Get it out—get it out!"
The swelling keeps going. Relentless. I feel every pulse of it thickening, stretching my rim to the breaking point, burning like fire through my veins. Tears prick hot at the corners of my eyes, blurring the sheets into a mess of gray. "You're ripping me—you're gonna rip me open! Stop it—please, fuck, stop!"
He groans, long and guttural, head dropping heavy between my shoulder blades. His rhythm stutters, hips jerking erratic now, like he's chasing the edge blind. "Sihwan—" My name rips from him, raw and desperate, and that's when it hits.
The knotblooms. Full force. A brutal, baseball-sized swell inflating right at his base, forcing my hole to yield in one agonizing stretch. I scream—high, broken, no pride left—as it locks us together, unmovable. Pain whites out everything, my vision spotting, body shaking violent under him. Tears spill hot down my cheeks, soaking the duvet.Alphas don't do this. We don't get knotted like bitches in heat. This isn't real.
Donghwa loses it completely. A feral growl vibrates through his chest into mine, and then his mouth clamps down—hard—on the meat of my shoulder. Teeth sink deep, breaking skin. I yelp, sharp, fresh pain lancing through me, blood welling warm under his bite.
And then I feel the hot spurts flooding me, thick ropes of cum painting my insides, pulse after pulse trapped by that goddamn knot. No escape. It fills me up, pressure building until my belly feels full, sloshing with him. His hips grind shallow, milkingevery drop, hips stuttering as he rides it out with a muffled roar against my skin.
I collapse, trembling, sobs choking in my throat. Blood trickles down my arm, mixing with sweat. His weight pins me still, knot throbbing steady inside, tying us ass-to-hips. The room reeks of us—spiced rum tangled with ink and frost, a messy clash that makes my head spin.
What the fuck just happened?
His cum keeps pulsing inside me, hot jets flooding deep, one after another, until my gut feels bloated, pressure building like I'm gonna burst. I go limp under him, a boneless heap face-planted into the duvet, groaning low and ragged. Every throb of his knot tugs at my rim, locked tight, that bite on my shoulder throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Blood crusts sticky down my back. The room spins hazy—pain, pleasure, shame all blurring into one fucked-up fog. I can't move. Can't think. Just pant into the mattress, wrecked and leaking.
Some endless stretch later, strong hands grip my hips. I slur a weak "Wha—" before the world flips. Donghwa hauls me over like I weigh nothing, rolling me onto my back with his dick still buried balls-deep. The shift shoves him deeper for a second, forcing a gasp out of me, fresh slickness squelching between us.
I blink up at him, bleary-eyed, chest heaving. He's looming over me, coat half-off one shoulder, dark hair a mess, lips swollen and smug. Sweat gleams on his collarbones. His knot's deflated—finally—easing the brutal stretch, but he's still thick, plugging me full.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I rasp, voice shot to hell. My thighs tremble, jeans tangled at my ankles, cock limp and spent against my stomach. Cum trickles warm from where we're joined, soaking the sheets. "Your knot's gone down. Let me up, you psycho."
He grins. Full-on, wolfish, eyes glinting black in the dim light. Doesn't pull out. Just rocks his hips shallow, testing, that fat length dragging along my walls. Sparks flicker back to life inside me, traitorous and sharp.
"Oh, hyung," he drawls, voice gravel-rough, leaning down until his nose brushes mine. Ginseng breath ghosts my lips. "We're far from finished."
My jaw drops. Dread coils cold in my chest, even as my hole clenches around him involuntarily. "The hell you—"
He thrusts in. Slow. Deliberate. Bottoms out again with a wetschlick, balls slapping heavy against my ass. I arch off the bed with a choked yell, hands flying to his chest—pushing? Pulling? Fuck if I know. Pleasure rips fresh through me, cock twitching back to half-hard already, like my body's got no goddamn sense left.
"N-no—shit, Donghwa—" I buck under him, but he pins my thighs wide, folding me damn near in half, knees to my chest. His coat drapes over us like a tent, trapping his scent—ink, frost,mine now—until I drown in it.
He snaps his hips again. Harder. That spot inside lights up like a fuse, ripping a moan from my throat I can't bite back. "Gonna fuck you all night, Sihwan." Another thrust, grinding deep. "Until you can't walk. Until you beg."
Eyes roll back. My nails dig into his arms, leaving red trails. "Over my—fuck—dead body."
He laughs, sealing his mouth over mine. Tongue-fucks me in time with his hips. His pheromones flood out, making my head spin and my stomach clench, my hole tightening around him in response, and worst of all, my cock goes hard and leaky against my stomach. And just like that, round two slams home. And shit, I might be in for a long fucking night ahead.
Chapter Ten
