Chapter Three #5
Then a scent reaches me. Heavy and rich, Hyunwoo’s alpha pheromones rolling over me like a wave, filling my nose and my lungs and sinking into my bloodstream.
My head swims. My muscles go loose against my will, tension draining out of my shoulders and my thighs like someone pulled a plug, and my cock twitches between my legs.
Not hardening fully, but responding with a flicker of involuntary interest that makes my stomach turn.
My omega wiring recognizing the presence of an aroused alpha and trying to push me toward receptivity, trying to make me pliant and willing and open.
I turn my head sharply. “No pheromones.” My voice is hard, cutting through the haze. “I said no pheromones.”
Hyunwoo’s eyes meet mine over my shoulder. They’re darker than usual, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted as he drives into me with steady, rhythmic thrusts that rock my entire body forward. “They might help,” he says, slightly breathless. “They’d relax you. Ease the pain.”
“I don’t care.” I snarl it at him with every ounce of conviction I have left. “I’d rather be in pain than lose my head over alpha pheromones and end up doing something stupid.”
Hyunwoo runs a hand through his disheveled hair, pushing the sweat-damp strands off his forehead, and nods once.
“Fine. I’ll rein it in.” The pheromones recede, not completely but enough that the fog in my head clears and my muscles tighten back up under my own control.
“But bite down on something, because I need to finish and I’m going to stop holding back. ”
I turn my face into the comforter and bite down on a mouthful of Hyunwoo’s expensive duvet.
The fabric fills my mouth, muffling the sounds I can’t contain anymore, and I brace my arms against the mattress as Hyunwoo grabs my hips with both hands.
His fingers dig into the flesh hard enough to bruise, his grip iron-tight and unyielding.
Then he starts to fuck me in earnest.
The pace goes from careful to punishing so fast it knocks the air out of my lungs.
Hyunwoo slams into me with a force that shoves me forward on the mattress, my knees sliding against the sheets, my arms buckling before I lock them again.
The headboard cracks against the wall with each thrust. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room alongside Hyunwoo’s harsh breathing and low grunts, and my hole, now slick and loosened from the abuse, takes the onslaught with less resistance but the sheer force of it is staggering.
He’s fucking me like he fucks his hookups, I realize dimly.
All that restrained energy he’d been holding back unleashed in full, his hips snapping against my ass with a relentless, single-minded intensity that makes me understand exactly why the man never has trouble getting women into his bed.
I feel him shudder behind me, his rhythm stuttering, his thrusts losing their steady cadence and becoming erratic and desperate.
Then Hyunwoo leans down over me, his chest pressing against my back, the heat of his body blanketing mine and pinning me flat to the mattress under his weight.
I feel his mouth at my shoulder. Hot breath and the graze of teeth against the skin right over my scent gland, right where the specialized tissue sits at the junction of my neck and shoulder, and a spike of alarm cuts through everything else like a knife.
I jerk away violently, wrenching my shoulder out from under his mouth, my heart hammering for an entirely different reason now.
I know what that instinct is. I know what his body is trying to do, what every alpha’s body tries to do when they’re buried inside an omega and about to come.
A claiming bite. The one thing that would turn this from a business arrangement into a permanent, legally binding bond that would make me Hyunwoo’s property for the rest of my life.
Absolutely fucking not.
Hyunwoo seems to realize it in the same instant, pulling his mouth back with a sharp exhale like he’s been burned, his head snapping up and away from my neck.
“Sorry,” he breathes, I can hear the genuine alarm in his voice, the recognition of how close he just came to something neither of us wants.
“Sorry, I didn’t—that was instinct. I wasn’t going to. ”
I don’t have time to respond because my eyes go wide as I feel something new. The base of Hyunwoo’s cock is starting to swell inside me, expanding outward against my already-abused rim, and I know exactly what it is even though I’ve never felt it before.
The knot.
“Shit,” I gasp. “Shit, shit, shit—”
I knew about knotting in theory. Every omega knows about it.
We learn about it in health class, hear about it from other omegas, read about it in the pamphlets they hand out at clinics.
The erectile tissue at the base of an alpha’s cock that swells during climax, creating a lock that holds the pair together for fifteen to forty-five minutes, designed to maximize fertilization.
I knew all of that. I understood the purpose.
But knowing about it and feeling it are two wildly different things.
The swelling at the base grows steadily, pushing outward against my rim, stretching me further and further with an inexorable pressure that my body can’t escape from.
It’s like being pried open from the inside, the knot expanding bigger and bigger, and my hole, which I thought had already been stretched to its absolute limit, is forced to accommodate even more.
I scream into the duvet as Hyunwoo’s knot inflates inside me, the stretch so extreme that white spots burst across my vision and my fingers tear at the sheets hard enough that I hear fabric rip.
The pain lances through me, sharp and deep, as the knot locks us together. It’s too big to pull out, the swollen tissue sealing Hyunwoo inside me completely, and I can feel my rim stretched taut around the widest part of it, throbbing and burning.
Then Hyunwoo groans. Low and guttural and long, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back where he’s pressed against me, and he comes.
I cringe at the sensation. The hot spurt of come flooding my insides, thick and copious, filling me like nothing has ever filled me before.
Liquid heat spreads deep in my core, pooling in my channel, and it keeps going.
Spurt after spurt, Hyunwoo’s cock pulsing inside me, pumping come into my body with each throb of the knot.
I gasp with genuine shock at how heavy and full my lower abdomen starts to feel.
The come has nowhere to go because the knot is holding it all in, sealing it inside me, and my belly grows warm and tight with the sheer volume of it.
Then it goes quiet.
The only sounds are our breathing. Hyunwoo’s is heavy and uneven, his chest expanding against my back with each inhale. Mine is thin and shaky, coming in careful inhales through my mouth because breathing through my nose means smelling him. I can’t handle any more of his scent right now.
Hyunwoo braces himself on his hands above me, careful to shift his weight off my body, his arms trembling slightly from exertion. I can feel him still inside me, the knot holding us locked together, his cock still twitching with the last aftershocks of his orgasm.
My hole throbs. Hot and aching around the massive knot, the swollen flesh of my rim stretched taut, every nerve ending screaming in protest. The heavy weight of Hyunwoo’s come filling my belly makes me cramp uncomfortably, a deep, pulling sensation low in my gut that makes me feel bloated and strange and vaguely nauseous.
I lie limply underneath him, not daring to move. Any shift, even the smallest adjustment of my hips or my knees, tugs at the knot still locking us together, and the last thing I need right now is more pain. So I stay perfectly still, face pressed into the sheets, breathing carefully and waiting.
My mind cycles through a numb loop of disbelief.
I just let my best friend fuck me and knot me and come inside me.
This is my life now. I made this choice.
I agreed to this, and now I’m lying face-down on his bed with his cock locked inside me and his come pooling in my belly.
Incredible. Truly incredible life decisions from Sung Yugyeom, as always.
The minutes drag by in silence. Neither of us speaks.
I don’t know if that’s because there’s nothing to say or because neither of us can figure out what the appropriate post-surrogacy-sex small talk is supposed to sound like.
Hey, good job, thanks for the sperm? Nice weather we’re having? Did you catch the game last night?
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is probably twenty-five or thirty minutes based on the clock I can see on Hyunwoo’s nightstand, I feel the stretch begin to ease.
The knot deflates slowly, the swelling reducing by degrees, the pressure on my rim lessening bit by bit until the locked feeling loosens enough that I can feel the possibility of movement again.
When it finally feels manageable, Hyunwoo pulls out slowly.
Carefully. Easing his softening cock free gently.
Then he pulls all the way free and I feel the immediate, visceral rush of hot come and slick leaking out of my gaping hole, running down my taint and dripping onto the sheets beneath me in a warm, wet trickle that makes my stomach turn.
I lie there with my face pressed into Hyunwoo’s pillow, which smells overwhelmingly like him, and take stock of my body.