"Move when you're ready." He murmured against my skin, his breath hot and ragged. "Take what you need from me." I began to move — slow, rolling motions of my hips, grinding down onto him rather than lifting and sinking. The angle pressed him against my front wall with every movement, a constant pressure against that spot that had me seeing stars. The friction was delicious, building the pleasure in slow, steady waves.
"So beautiful." Min-jun's voice was rougher now, his control starting to fray, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. His brown eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure as he watched me move above him. "So perfect. My perfect omega."
"Alpha—" I was crying openly again, tears streaming down my face, but not from frustration this time. The intimacy of this position, the way he held me like I was precious, the slow build of pleasure — it was overwhelming in an entirely different way. "Min-jun— feels so good?—"
"I know." He captured my lips in a kiss — soft and sweet, a tender contrast to the grinding of our hips. His tongue swept into my mouth gently, tasting me, savoring me. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining. "I've got you, sweetheart. Always got you."
His hands gripped my hips, helping me move, guiding me into a rhythm that had us both gasping. The wet sounds of ourbodies moving together filled the room along with my whines and moans
"Need more—" I gasped against his lips, the pleasure building but not enough, the heat demanding more. "Please— harder?—"
"Tell me exactly what you need." His voice was strained now, his soft brown eyes nearly black with desire, sweat beading on his forehead. "Want to hear you say it."
"Need you to move— need you to take me— please, alpha— make me yours— claim me—" I ground down against him desperately, trying to take him deeper. Something shifted in Min-jun's expression — the gentle patience giving way to something hungrier, something primal. His grip on my hips tightened hard enough to bruise, and he began to thrust up into me, meeting my downward movements with force that punched the air from my lungs.
"Like this?" He groaned against my ear, his rhythm increasing, his cock driving deep with every thrust. His voice was ragged, barely recognizable. "Is this what you needed?"
"Yes— yes— alpha— please— don't stop—" I was babbling now, clinging to his shoulders as he drove into me from below, my nails digging into his skin. The wet sounds of our joining filled the room, mixing with my broken cries.
"Going to knot you like this." Min-jun growled against my throat, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, his whole body trembling with strain. "Going to fill you up while I hold you in my arms. Want to feel you come apart on my knot. Want to watch your face when I claim you."
I could feel it starting — the swell at the base of him, growing with each thrust, pressing against my entrance with increasing pressure. The stretch was intense in this position, the knot catching and tugging with every movement, each pass making me cry out.
"Close—" I sobbed, my inner walls clenching around him, the pressure building impossibly tight. "So close— alpha— please?—"
"Come for me." Min-jun's hand slid between us, finding my clit, his fingers pressing and circling with perfect precision. His voice was a command and a plea all at once. "Come on my knot like a good girl." The orgasm crashed through me as the knot locked into place — the two sensations hitting simultaneously, overwhelming, devastating. I screamed against his shoulder, my body convulsing in his arms, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around the massive knot that bound us together.
"That's it—" Min-jun groaned, his whole body shuddering as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding me with warmth. His arms tightened around me, holding me impossibly close. "So good— my omega— mine?—"
The knot throbbed inside me, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through my already-overwhelmed body, keeping me locked in that endless cycle of cresting and falling. Min-jun held me through it all, his arms wrapped tight around me, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my tear-streaked face, my closed eyelids, the corners of my mouth.
"So beautiful." He murmured between kisses, his voice rough with emotion. "Did so well. My perfect girl. My perfect omega."
"Bite—" I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. "Please— need?—"
"I know." Min-jun tilted his head, exposing the curve of his neck to me, his pulse jumping visibly beneath his skin. His brown eyes were soft, trusting. "You first this time. Claim me, Keira."
I surged forward, my teeth sinking into the curve of his neck. The taste of copper and salt flooded my mouth, and I felt the bond begin to form — warm and sweet, like vanilla and sunshine. Min-jun cried out, his knot pulsing inside me, his whole body jerking at the sensation. Then his teeth were findingmy neck in return — another secondary point, another mark of claiming. The pain flared bright before transforming into pleasure, and the bond snapped fully into place.
A rose-pink thread joined the others in my chest — warm and soft and comforting, humming with Min-jun's emotions. Love. Devotion. Fierce protectiveness. Beneath it all, a quiet joy that made my heart ache with its sweetness.
"Finally." Min-jun whispered against my neck, his arms still wrapped around me, his voice thick with emotion. Tears slid down his cheeks, catching the fairy lights. "You're finally mine. Really mine."
"Yours." I echoed, sagging against his chest, my fingers tracing the bite mark on his neck, feeling the raised edges where my teeth had broken skin. "And you're mine."
"Always was." He pressed a kiss to my hair, his hand coming up to cradle the back of my head, holding me against his heart. His voice was rough, cracking on the words. "From the moment I first saw you. Just took us a while to get here."
We stayed locked together as the knot slowly released, Min-jun's hands stroking soothing patterns on my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my hair, my temple, my cheek. The rose-pink thread pulsed warm and steady beside the others — four bonds now, four connections, four pieces of my heart beating outside my chest.
"One more." Jae-won's voice came from somewhere nearby, rough with barely contained need, his cedar scent thick in the air. I could hear the strain in his voice, the tight control he was barely holding onto. The heat stirred again, gentler now but still insistent. One more alpha waited. One more bond to complete and from the look on Jae-won’s face he was going todevourme.
Chapter Forty-One
KEIRA
The heat crept through me like a predator stalking prey, slow and deliberate, coiling in my belly with patient intent. Four bonds thrummed in my chest, the connection that dulled the desperate edge but couldn't extinguish the flames entirely. One thread was still missing. One bond still incomplete.
Alpha,my omega purred, the call different now. Not desperate. Demanding.Pack alpha. Ours. NEED.
