"Say it again." He commanded, his voice dropping to a rough growl that vibrated through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together. His hands kneaded my breasts, thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks in slow circles that had me arching into his touch with a broken moan. The sound echoed off the walls of the nest room, loud and shameless.
"Yours." I repeated breathlessly, my head falling back against the pillows, the silk cool against my overheated scalp. Rational thought was completely gone, replaced by instinct and need and the desperate ache between my thighs. "Alpha's. Please— need?—"
"I know what you need." Hwan lowered his head, his platinum hair brushing against my collarbone like feathers, tickling oversensitized skin. His breath was hot against mychest, each exhale making me shiver despite my fever. "But I'm going to take my time with you first."
His mouth found the hollow of my throat, tongue hot and wet as it traced a path down to my collarbone. I could feel every ridge of his tongue, every swipe leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He paused at the dip between my collarbones, lapping up the sweat that had pooled there — the wet sounds echoing in the quiet room — then moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the swell of my breast. His lips were soft but demanding, each kiss leaving a faint mark of suction on my skin. When his tongue circled one peaked nipple, I cried out, my hands flying to his hair and gripping hard enough to make him groan.
"So responsive." Hwan murmured against my skin, his warm brown eyes flicking up to watch my face as his lips closed around the sensitive peak. He sucked gently at first, his cheeks hollowing, then harder, his tongue flicking against the trapped nipple in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. The wet sounds of his mouth working my flesh mixed with my desperate pants and whimpers. "I've imagined this so many times. What you'd taste like. What sounds you'd make."
"Hwan—" His name came out as a whine, high and needy, my hips rolling against nothing, desperate for friction. The sheets beneath me were already damp with sweat and slick, the fabric clinging to my lower back. "Please— need more?—"
"Patience, sweetheart." He released my nipple with a wet pop that echoed through the room, then moved to the other, giving it the same treatment — slow, deliberate circles of his tongue that made my toes curl against the blankets before sucking hard enough to make me give a high keen. The sound tore from my throat, raw and primal, bouncing off the walls. "I'm going to learn every inch of you tonight. Going to find every spot that makes you shake."
His mouth continued its exploration, trailing kisses down the center of my chest — wet, open-mouthed kisses that left cooling trails of saliva on my burning skin. He traced the line of my ribs, his teeth grazing bone, then moved across my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel briefly. Each press of his lips sent sparks shooting through me, the heat making everything impossibly sensitive. When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he paused, breathing hot against the thin fabric.
"Alpha." I sobbed, my hands fisting in the blankets beneath me so hard my knuckles turned white. He kissed along the line of my hip, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most, and I could feel tears of frustration burning at the corners of my eyes. "Please— can't take it?—"
"You can take it." Hwan's voice was dark with promise, his fingers hooking in the waistband of my shorts. The brush of his knuckles against my hip bones made me jerk. "You were made for me... so you can take it."
He stripped away my shorts and underwear in one fluid motion, the fabric peeling away from my slick-soaked skin with an obscene wet sound. I heard his sharp intake of breath — a ragged gasp that made his chest heave — and then nothing but his harsh breathing as he stared. The cool air against my slick-soaked thighs made me whimper, suddenly aware of how wet I was, how the slick had spread down nearly to my knees. The scent of my arousal filled the room, mixing with his scent until the air felt thick with it.
"God, Keira." Hwan breathed, his warm brown eyes fixed between my legs, his expression almost reverent, like he was looking at something holy. His voice cracked on my name. "You're soaked. So wet for me." His fingers traced along my inner thigh, featherlight, so close but not quite touching where I needed. The muscles in my legs trembled under his touch, jumping and twitching involuntarily. "So beautiful."
"Please." The word was barely a whisper, my whole body trembling with need, every muscle coiled tight. "Alpha, please?—"
"Tell me what you want." He commanded, his fingers still tracing maddening patterns on my inner thighs, drawing spirals and lines that made my legs fall open wider in desperate invitation. His touch avoided my center with deliberate precision, skirting the edges without ever touching where I ached most. "I want to hear you say it."
"Touch me." I gasped, my hips lifting toward his hand desperately, chasing contact that never came. "Need you to touch me— please?—"
"Where?" Hwan's voice was rough, gravel and honey, his warm brown eyes dark as he watched my face. His breath fanned hot against my inner thigh, so close to where I needed but not close enough. "Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you."
A sob escaped me, the heat making it impossible to feel embarrassed, stripping away any inhibition I might have had. "Please, alpha— need your fingers?—"
"Good girl." The praise sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, my inner walls clenching around nothing, more slick gushing from my core. And then finally, finally, his fingers slid through my slick folds — parting me, exploring, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. I gave a high whine at the contact, my back arching off the nest, pleasure exploding through me at even that simple touch. His fingers were calloused from guitar and practice, the rough pads dragging against my sensitive flesh in a way that made stars dance behind my eyes. He explored slowly, methodically, his fingers tracing every fold, learning the shape of me as I writhed beneath him — dipping into the wetness pooling at my entrance, spreading the slick up to circle my clit before sliding back down again.
"So wet." Hwan groaned, his fingers circling my entrance without pushing in, the tease maddening. "So ready for me. Feel how much you want this?"
"Yes— alpha— please—" I couldn't form complete sentences anymore, could only gasp fragments as his fingers teased and explored. When his thumb finally found my clit, pressing with perfect pressure, I shattered instantly — orgasm crashing through me without warning. My body seized, every muscle locking tight, a scream tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure radiated outward from where his fingers touched me. I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for something to grip, finding nothing but empty air.
"That's it." Hwan praised, working me through it, his fingers never stopping their movement even as my body convulsed. "So beautiful when you come. But we're just getting started, sweetheart."
Before I could catch my breath, he shifted lower on the nest, the mattress dipping as he moved. He settled between my thighs, his shoulders spreading them wider, his breath hot against my oversensitized core. His warm brown eyes met mine, dark with hunger, as he lowered his mouth to my center. The first stroke of his tongue had me give another high pitch whine — the sound drawn out and desperate, echoing off the walls.
"You taste incredible." Hwan groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation that made my hips buck involuntarily. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, holding me still. "Like honey and sunshine and mine."
His tongue explored me thoroughly, hot and wet and devastating. He traced every fold with maddening precision, circling my entrance before sliding inside to taste me directly. I felt every ridge of his tongue against my inner walls, felt him moan at the taste — the vibration traveling through me like anearthquake. Then he moved up to my clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking gently while his tongue flicked in a relentless rhythm.
I was sobbing now, my hands fisted in his platinum hair, my thighs trembling where they bracketed his head. The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the room — slick and devastating. When he slid two fingers inside me, the stretch making me gasp, and curled them to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes, I came again with a loud moan that echoed off the walls.
But he didn't stop.
"One more." Hwan commanded against my oversensitized flesh, his fingers still working inside me — thrusting and curling, thrusting and curling — as his tongue returned to my clit. "Give me one more, then I'll give you what you need."
"Can't—" I sobbed, my whole body shaking, tears streaming down my face from the intensity and pooling in my ears. Everything was too much — too sensitive, too overwhelming. "Alpha— too much?—"
"You can." His fingers curled again, hitting that spot with ruthless accuracy, and I felt my body climbing toward another peak despite my protests. "My omega can take it. Come for me again."
The orgasm that ripped through me was almost painful in its intensity, my body convulsing as I screamed his name so loud it scraped my throat raw. My vision whited out, the lights above blurring into a solid sheet of gold, pleasure consuming everything, wave after wave crashing through me until I thought I might break apart entirely. I could feel myself clenching around his fingers, could feel more slick gushing out to coat his hand, could hear the wet sounds of my body's response.
