"Need what?" He pressed his finger a fraction deeper — maybe another half inch — and my whole body seized at even that small intrusion. His voice remained calm, patient, even as I fell apart beneath him. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"Your fingers— deep inside me— please— need to feel you—" The words tumbled out broken and desperate, shame abandoned entirely.
"Like this?" He pushed in to the second knuckle, his finger crooking slightly, brushing against my front wall. The pleasure was blinding, and I screamed, my back arching off the nest. But before I could chase it, before I could feel myself fall over the edge, he withdrew completely. I cried at the loss, my inner walls clenching around nothing, the pleasure crashing back down without release. My whole body was shaking, tears streaming down my face, the denied orgasm leaving me feeling hollow and desperate.
"Not yet." Min-jun murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh while I sobbed. His lips were warm against my trembling flesh, gentle even as he denied me. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. So beautiful like this."
His fingers returned to my folds, sliding through the slick, circling my clit with featherlight pressure that made me jerk and gasp. He traced around the sensitive bud — never touching it directly, just skating the edges — until I was writhing beneath him, babbling incoherently.
"Please— please— alpha— can't take it— need to come— please let me come—" The words spilled out in a desperate stream, my voice raw and broken.
"Soon." His finger pressed inside again — two this time, stretching me wider, pushing deeper. The fullness was exquisite, and I sobbed with relief as his fingers curled to find that spot inside me. He stroked it once, twice, building the pleasure higher and higher until I was right on the edge, my body tensing, my vision starting to white out?—
Then he stopped again. His fingers stilled inside me, his thumb lifting away from my clit, holding me right at the precipice without letting me fall.
"No— no no no— please—" I was sobbing openly now, my whole body trembling with the denied release. The pleasure hovered just out of reach, agonizing in its nearness, so close I could almost taste it. "Please let me come— I'll do anything— please, alpha?—"
"Anything?" Min-jun's voice was warm with satisfaction, his soft brown eyes dark with desire as he watched me fall apart. A small smile curved his lips, tender and cruel all at once. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You— belong to you— alpha— please—" I was beyond pride, beyond shame, reduced to nothing but need.
"And what are you?" He asked, voice low.
"Yours— your omega— please, Min-jun, please—" Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, my body trembling violently with the effort of holding back an orgasm that never came. His fingers curled again, stroking that spot with renewed purpose, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard. "Then come for me. Now."
The orgasm crashed through me with devastating force — all the denied pleasure releasing at once, my body convulsing around his fingers, a scream tearing from my throat that echoedoff the walls. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my inner walls clenching rhythmically, my vision whiting out completely.
He didn't stop.
"One more." Min-jun commanded, his fingers still working inside me, still stroking that spot with relentless precision. His voice was rougher now, strained with his own desire. "Give me one more, sweetheart."
"Can't—" I sobbed, my body oversensitive, every nerve ending screaming. "Too much— please?—"
"You can." His free hand came up to brush the tears from my cheeks, his touch impossibly tender even as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me. His brown eyes were soft with affection even as they burned with desire. "My beautiful omega can give me one more. I know you can. Want to see you break apart for me again."
His mouth descended between my thighs, his tongue replacing his thumb on my clit — hot and wet, flicking and swirling in perfect rhythm with his pumping fingers. The dual sensation was overwhelming, too much, and I shattered again with a scream, my body convulsing so hard my muscles cramped, tears streaming down my face in rivers. He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, my hip bones, my stomach. When I finally stopped trembling, he crawled up my body, settling beside me and pulling me into his arms.
"So good for me." Min-jun murmured against my hair, his hands stroking soothingly down my back, his chest warm and solid against mine. "Such a good omega. Did so well."
"Need you." I gasped against his chest, the heat already building again despite the orgasms, the emptiness inside me aching to be filled. My fingers clutched at his shoulders desperately. "Inside me— please— need your knot?—"
"I know, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment. "Come here."
He shifted, sitting up against the headboard of the nest, and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. The position was intimate — face to face, chest to chest, his arms wrapped around me like he was cradling something precious. I could feel his heart beating against mine, could see every flicker of emotion in his soft brown eyes.
"Like this." Min-jun murmured, one hand coming up to brush the sweat-damp hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear with gentle fingers. His other arm stayed wrapped around my waist, holding me secure. "Want to hold you. Want to see your face. Want to watch your eyes when I make you mine."
I could feel him beneath me — hard and thick, pressing against where I was swollen and aching and desperately empty. I tried to lift my hips, tried to take him inside, but his hands on my waist held me still.
"Ask me." His soft brown eyes bore into mine, warm but demanding, his jaw tight with restraint. "Tell me what you want."
"Please—" Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, the need overwhelming, my whole body trembling with it. "Please, alpha— need you inside me— need to feel you fill me— please— been so empty— need your knot?—"
"Good girl." He lifted my hips with strong hands, positioned himself at my entrance, and slowly — so slowly — lowered me onto his cock. The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling me degree by agonizing degree. This position let him reach impossibly deep, and I sobbed against his shoulder as I sank down, feeling him press against places inside me that made my toes curl. When I was finally seated fully, his entire length buried inside me, I couldn't breathe. The fullness was overwhelming, consuming, exactly what I'd been begging for.
"That's it." Min-jun breathed against my ear, his hands stroking up and down my spine in soothing patterns, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "So good. Feel so good around me. So perfect."
He didn't thrust — just held me there, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust to the fullness. His hands moved in gentle patterns across my back while his lips pressed tender kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, my tear-stained cheeks.
