He was there before I finished speaking, moving with a quiet grace that seemed at odds with the urgency crackling through the room. His eyes burned as they found mine — not the wild, desperate hunger I'd seen in Hwan, but something deeper.Something that looked like he was memorizing every detail of this moment, committing it to memory like lyrics to a song.
"I'm here." Jin-ho's voice was low and rough, a velvet rasp that sent shivers cascading down my spine despite the fever burning through me. He settled beside me in the nest, close enough that his woodsmoke scent wrapped around me like smoke itself, curling into my lungs with every desperate breath. "I've got you."
"Need you." I was crying already, tears streaming down my temples, my body writhing against the damp sheets. The slick had returned with a vengeance, pooling beneath me, soaking the blankets Hwan had just vacated. "Alpha— please— it hurts?—"
"I know." Jin-ho's hand found my face, his palm cool against my fever-flushed cheek. His touch was gentle, reverent, his thumb brushing away tears with a tenderness that made my chest ache. His amber eyes never left mine, holding my gaze with an intensity that pinned me in place. "I'm going to make it stop. I'm going to take care of you."
Unlike Hwan, who had covered me immediately, Jin-ho took his time. He stretched out beside me, propped on one elbow, his free hand tracing the line of my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. Each touch was deliberate, measured, like he was learning me by heart.
"Do you know how I have wanted this." Jin-ho murmured, his fingers trailing down between my breasts, tracing the valley there with featherlight pressure. His amber eyes tracked the path of his own touch, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his fingers. "How many songs I've written about touching you like this?"
"Jin-ho—" His name came out as a whine, my back arching into his touch, desperate for more contact. "Please— need more?—"
"I know." His hand splayed flat against my stomach, the heat of his palm searing into my skin. I could feel the calluses on his fingertips from years of guitar, rougher than Hwan's, dragging against my oversensitized flesh in a way that made me gasp. "But I need you to look at me. Can you do that? Keep your eyes on mine."
I forced my haze-clouded gaze to focus on his face — the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the intensity burning in those amber eyes, the way his silver-grey hair fell across his forehead in disheveled waves. He was beautiful in a way that felt almost painful, almost too much to look at directly.
"Good girl." The praise sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, my inner walls clenching around nothing. "Such a good omega. Keeping your eyes on your alpha."
His hand slid lower, fingers brushing through the slick that had gathered on my inner thighs. I sobbed at the contact, my hips jerking toward his touch, but his movements remained slow, deliberate, controlled.
"You're soaked." Jin-ho breathed, something like awe coloring his rough voice. His fingers traced through my folds with maddening patience, exploring every curve and dip without ever touching where I needed him most. "So wet. So ready. Such a good girl."
"Yes— alpha— all for you— please—" The words tumbled out broken and desperate, my hands fisting in the sheets, my whole body trembling with the effort of keeping my eyes locked on his.
"I've imagined this." Jin-ho's voice dropped lower, intimate, like he was sharing a secret meant only for me. His fingers circled my entrance, gathering slick, spreading it upward toward my clit but stopping just short. "Every night since I met you. Lying in my bed, thinking about what you'd feel like. What you'd sound like. What your face would look like when I made you come."
"Please—" I was sobbing openly now, tears and sweat mingling on my cheeks. "Please, alpha— touch me— need?—"
"Where?" He asked, his amber eyes burning into mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "Tell me exactly where you need me to touch you."
"My— please— need your fingers inside me—" The words scraped past my raw throat, shameless and desperate. Jin-ho's expression shifted — something dark and satisfied flickering through those amber depths. His fingers finally, finally pressed against my entrance, circling once, twice, before pushing inside with agonizing slowness. I gave a high pitch whine, my back bowing off the nest, my vision blurring at the edges. I kept my eyes on his — held there by the intensity of his gaze, by the command that had been woven into his voice. His fingers were longer than Hwan's, reaching deeper, stroking places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"That's it." Jin-ho murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "Let me hear you. I want to hear every sound you make." He curled his fingers, finding that spot that made my entire body seize, and I shattered around him with a scream that echoed off the walls. But he didn't stop — didn't even slow down — his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm as the orgasm crashed through me in wave after devastating wave.
"So beautiful." Jin-ho breathed, watching my face with rapt attention as I fell apart around his fingers. "Like watching a symphony. Every expression, every sound — you're music, Keira. The most beautiful song I've ever heard."
"More—" I gasped, the heat already rebuilding, the relief from the orgasm fading too quickly. "Need more— alpha, please?—"
"I know." He withdrew his fingers slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was moving, positioning himself betweenmy thighs, his amber eyes never leaving mine. "I'm going to give you everything. But I need you to do something for me first."
"Anything—" The word came out broken, desperate. "Anything, alpha?—"
"Ride me." Jin-ho's voice was a command wrapped in velvet, dark and demanding. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, and suddenly I was straddling his hips, his hard length pressing against my slick-soaked core. "I want to watch you take what you need from me."
The position change made my head spin, the heat making it hard to process anything beyond the sensation of him beneath me — hard muscle and heated skin and that intoxicating woodsmoke scent that made my omega purr with recognition. I could feel him pressing against my entrance, thick and hot and exactly what I needed.
"Take me inside you." Jin-ho's hands gripped my hips, steadying me, his amber eyes burning up at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. "Show me how much you need this."
My body moved on instinct, my hips sinking down, taking him inside inch by devastating inch. The stretch was exquisite — different from Hwan, somehow, the angle hitting new places, reaching deeper. I sobbed as I bottomed out, his full length buried inside me, the sensation of fullness so overwhelming I couldn't breathe.
"God—" Jin-ho's voice cracked, his hands tightening on my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel— you're so tight— so hot?—"
"Alpha." The word fell from my lips like a prayer, my hands bracing against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my palms. "Alpha— need to move— please?—"
"Then move." His amber eyes held mine captive, intense and demanding. "Take what you need. Use me." I began to move — lifting myself up and sinking back down, finding a rhythmthat had us both gasping. The position let me control the depth, the angle, and I chased the pleasure with single-minded desperation, my hips rolling and grinding as I rode him.
"That's it." Jin-ho groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, exposing the long line of his throat. But his eyes never left mine, watching me with that burning intensity even as pleasure twisted his features. "So beautiful like this. Taking what you need. My perfect omega."
