Chapter Twelve #4
The stretch is immediate, unforgiving, his cock spreading me wide with zero warning.
I gasp, back arching off the couch, fingers clawing at his shoulders as he sinks deeper—slow but relentless, like he's daring me to stop him.
Fat chance. Every inch drags a ragged groan from my throat, pleasure sparking sharp and bright behind my eyelids.
"Fuck—" I choke out, thighs trembling where they bracket his hips. "Just like that—don't stop—"
He doesn't.
I groan, the sound ripping raw from my chest, hands flying up to fist his black hair—tugging hard enough to yank strands free. My hips buck up on instinct, chasing the stretch, impaling myself deeper as that fat cockhead pops past the ring. "Fuck—yes—"
His pheromones explode then, flooding the room like a winter storm crashing through a window.
Cold bite of ink and ginseng slams into me, sharpening every nerve, spiking the heat in my veins until my skin prickles electric.
Pleasure detonates behind my eyes, my toes curling into the couch arm as he sinks deeper—inch by burning inch—splitting me wide.
"Shit, you're tight," he mutters, jaw clenched, forehead beading sweat. But he doesn't stop. Bottoms out with a wet slap of skin, balls heavy against my ass.
I arch up, spine bowing off the cushions, legs locked around his waist to pull him flush.
Our mouths crash—messy, teeth clashing, me biting his lower lip hard enough to taste copper.
"Harder," I growl into his mouth, nails scraping his scalp, dragging him down until his full weight pins me. "More—fuck, give me more."
He snarls back, hips snapping—pulling out halfway before slamming home.
The couch rocks under us, springs creaking like they're gonna snap, frame thudding against the wall in a rhythm that drowns out my gasps.
I fuck myself back onto him, meeting every brutal thrust, abs clenching as his cock drags over that spot inside, lighting me up.
Sweat slicks our skin where we grind together—his chest rasping my nipples, muscles flexing under my palms as I claw down his back. "Like that, hyung?" he pants against my throat, breath hot, teeth grazing without biting. "Begging for it now?"
"Fuck you," I gasp, but it comes out wrecked, hips rolling desperate as the pressure builds—coiling tight in my gut, balls drawing up. The room reeks of us, rut-musk and winter bite, couch leather sticking to my back with every rock. He pounds harder.
"Fuck, it feels good," I cry out, the words ripping free before I can bite them back, my voice cracking high on the end. Every brutal snap of his hips knocks the air from my lungs, his cock dragging sparks up my spine, wrecking me from the inside out. "More—give me more, you bastard."
I grip his shoulders hard, nails digging half-moons into his skin.
The feel of him hits like gasoline on my rut, screaming mine in a way that scrambles my brain.
My legs lock tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass to yank him deeper.
"Knot me," I demand, the plea turning into a growl against his jaw. "Do it."
He pumps harder, hips slamming forward with a wet smack that echoes off the walls, but he growls low, frustrated, breath hot on my collarbone. "Doesn't work on command, hyung. Fuck—wish it did."
I twist my head, teeth grazing his earlobe, nipping sharp enough to draw a hiss. "Need it," I rasp right into his ear, voice wrecked and desperate, hips rolling up to meet him. "Now. Knot me. Fill me up."
He curses—sharp, bitten-off Korean that vibrates through his chest—and snakes a hand between us. Cool fingers wrap my cock, thick and sure, pumping rough from root to tip. The twist of his wrist on the upstroke whites out my vision.
I moan loud, back arching off the couch, every muscle seizing as the pressure coils tight in my gut.
My head fuzzes to static, world narrowing to his fist stripping me fast, his cock spearing deep, muscles flexing under my nails.
I come with a shout, spilling hot over his knuckles, clenching down hard around him as ropes hit my abs, my chest, marking us both.
"Fucking hell," he curses—low, filthy, right against my throat—as my ass clamps down on him like a vice.
His fist keeps stripping me through the aftershocks, milking every last spurt until I'm twitching, oversensitive and spent.
But he doesn't stop thrusting. If anything, he goes harder, hips snapping with a wet slap that echoes off the walls.
"Fuck—fuck," he growls, breath ragged, free hand digging bruises into my hip. Hot in a way that pisses me off even now.
I groan, the sound forced out of me as pressure builds low inside—thick, insistent, stretching my rim wider with every brutal drive.
His knot. It's swelling, hot and unyielding, catching on the drag out before shoving back in.
Nerve endings light up like fireworks, sparks shooting straight to my brain.
"Shit—yes," I hiss, legs quaking around him, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. It burns, the stretch turning sharp, but my rut doesn't give a damn. It craves this, the lock, the flood.
He pumps once, twice more—hips grinding erratic—and then he's coming. Hot spurts paint my insides, his knot ballooning full, sealing us tight. No escape. The fullness hits like a gut punch, pressure throbbing against every wall, milking him dry.
A guttural moan tears out of him, raw and wrecked, vibrating through his chest into mine. Then his mouth latches on—teeth sinking sharp into my scent gland, a brand new mark on the opposite from the old one.
The pain hits first—a white-hot lightning strike at my throat, jagged and electric.
Then the pleasure rolls in right behind it, a tidal wave of heat that drowns out everything else.
My breath stutters, lungs collapsing as endorphins flood my system, turning the biting pain into something filthy-good, twisting them together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Everything narrows down to this—his teeth buried in my skin, his cock swollen inside me, his scent flooding my nose until it's all I know.
The adrenaline crash hits like a fist, dragging me under, vision tunneling to a single pinprick of light before blinking out entirely.
The last thing I feel is his heartbeat hammering against mine, too fast, too loud, before the black swallows me whole.