Chapter 37 #2
"You can take it." Hwan's voice was dark with promise, his fingers hooking in the waistband of my shorts. The brush of his knuckles against my hip bones made me jerk. "You were made for me... so you can take it."
He stripped away my shorts and underwear in one fluid motion, the fabric peeling away from my slick-soaked skin with an obscene wet sound.
I heard his sharp intake of breath — a ragged gasp that made his chest heave — and then nothing but his harsh breathing as he stared.
The cool air against my slick-soaked thighs made me whimper, suddenly aware of how wet I was, how the slick had spread down nearly to my knees.
The scent of my arousal filled the room, mixing with his scent until the air felt thick with it.
"God, Keira." Hwan breathed, his warm brown eyes fixed between my legs, his expression almost reverent, like he was looking at something holy.
His voice cracked on my name. "You're soaked.
So wet for me." His fingers traced along my inner thigh, featherlight, so close but not quite touching where I needed.
The muscles in my legs trembled under his touch, jumping and twitching involuntarily. "So beautiful."
"Please." The word was barely a whisper, my whole body trembling with need, every muscle coiled tight. "Alpha, please—"
"Tell me what you want." He commanded, his fingers still tracing maddening patterns on my inner thighs, drawing spirals and lines that made my legs fall open wider in desperate invitation.
His touch avoided my center with deliberate precision, skirting the edges without ever touching where I ached most. "I want to hear you say it. "
"Touch me." I gasped, my hips lifting toward his hand desperately, chasing contact that never came. "Need you to touch me— please—"
"Where?" Hwan's voice was rough, gravel and honey, his warm brown eyes dark as he watched my face. His breath fanned hot against my inner thigh, so close to where I needed but not close enough. "Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you."
A sob escaped me, the heat making it impossible to feel embarrassed, stripping away any inhibition I might have had. "Please, alpha— need your fingers—"
"Good girl." The praise sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, my inner walls clenching around nothing, more slick gushing from my core.
And then finally, finally, his fingers slid through my slick folds — parting me, exploring, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
I gave a high whine at the contact, my back arching off the nest, pleasure exploding through me at even that simple touch.
His fingers were calloused from guitar and practice, the rough pads dragging against my sensitive flesh in a way that made stars dance behind my eyes.
He explored slowly, methodically, his fingers tracing every fold, learning the shape of me as I writhed beneath him — dipping into the wetness pooling at my entrance, spreading the slick up to circle my clit before sliding back down again.
"So wet." Hwan groaned, his fingers circling my entrance without pushing in, the tease maddening. "So ready for me. Feel how much you want this?"
"Yes— alpha— please—" I couldn't form complete sentences anymore, could only gasp fragments as his fingers teased and explored.
When his thumb finally found my clit, pressing with perfect pressure, I shattered instantly — orgasm crashing through me without warning.
My body seized, every muscle locking tight, a scream tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure radiated outward from where his fingers touched me.
I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for something to grip, finding nothing but empty air.
"That's it." Hwan praised, working me through it, his fingers never stopping their movement even as my body convulsed. "So beautiful when you come. But we're just getting started, sweetheart."
Before I could catch my breath, he shifted lower on the nest, the mattress dipping as he moved.
He settled between my thighs, his shoulders spreading them wider, his breath hot against my oversensitized core.
His warm brown eyes met mine, dark with hunger, as he lowered his mouth to my center.
The first stroke of his tongue had me give another high pitch whine — the sound drawn out and desperate, echoing off the walls.
"You taste incredible." Hwan groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation that made my hips buck involuntarily. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, holding me still. "Like honey and sunshine and mine."
His tongue explored me thoroughly, hot and wet and devastating.
He traced every fold with maddening precision, circling my entrance before sliding inside to taste me directly.
I felt every ridge of his tongue against my inner walls, felt him moan at the taste — the vibration traveling through me like an earthquake.
Then he moved up to my clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking gently while his tongue flicked in a relentless rhythm.
I was sobbing now, my hands fisted in his platinum hair, my thighs trembling where they bracketed his head.
The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the room — slick and devastating.
When he slid two fingers inside me, the stretch making me gasp, and curled them to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes, I came again with a loud moan that echoed off the walls.
But he didn't stop.
"One more." Hwan commanded against my oversensitized flesh, his fingers still working inside me — thrusting and curling, thrusting and curling — as his tongue returned to my clit. "Give me one more, then I'll give you what you need."
"Can't—" I sobbed, my whole body shaking, tears streaming down my face from the intensity and pooling in my ears. Everything was too much — too sensitive, too overwhelming. "Alpha— too much—"
"You can." His fingers curled again, hitting that spot with ruthless accuracy, and I felt my body climbing toward another peak despite my protests. "My omega can take it. Come for me again."
The orgasm that ripped through me was almost painful in its intensity, my body convulsing as I screamed his name so loud it scraped my throat raw.
My vision whited out, the lights above blurring into a solid sheet of gold, pleasure consuming everything, wave after wave crashing through me until I thought I might break apart entirely.
I could feel myself clenching around his fingers, could feel more slick gushing out to coat his hand, could hear the wet sounds of my body's response.
When I came back to myself, Hwan was crawling up my body, pressing kisses to my sweat-slicked skin as he went — my hip, my stomach, the curve of my breast, my collarbone, my throat.
His warm brown eyes were soft when they met mine, his hand coming up to brush the tears from my cheeks, his thumb gentle against my flushed skin.
"You did so good." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips warm and slightly swollen. "Such a good omega. So perfect for me."
"Need you." I gasped, my voice hoarse and wrecked from screaming. The heat was already building again, the temporary relief fading like morning mist. "Inside me— please, alpha— need your knot—"
"Soon." Hwan promised, but he sat back on his heels, his hands going to his own clothes.
"Want you to watch me first." He pulled his shirt over his head slowly, the fabric dragging up his torso to reveal lean muscle earned through countless hours of practice.
His skin glowed in the lights, smooth and perfect except for a small scar on his ribs I'd never noticed before.
I drank in the sight of him — the definition of his chest, the cut of his abs, the V of his hips disappearing into his waistband.
The teal flower on his inner wrist stood out against his skin, the color vivid even in the soft light, beautiful even unfinished.
"Like what you see?" Hwan asked, a hint of his playful smile returning despite the hunger burning in his eyes, his voice rough.
"Yes." I breathed, reaching for him with trembling hands. "Want to touch—"
"Not yet." He caught my hands, his grip firm but gentle, pressing them back down to the nest on either side of my head. "Keep them there. Just watch."
His hands went to his waistband, fingers working the button and zipper, and he pushed his pants down slowly, revealing himself inch by inch. His thighs were muscular from dancing, dusted with fine golden hair, and then— When he was finally bare before me, I felt my mouth go dry.
He was big — thick and hard and flushed dark with arousal, already leaking at the tip, the clear fluid catching the light.
The base showed the first hint of the knot that would eventually lock us together — already slightly swollen, promising what was to come.
My inner walls clenched at the sight, more slick gushing from my core, my body preparing itself instinctively.
"See what you do to me?" Hwan's voice was rough as he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly. The wet sound of his fist moving over his slick-covered length made me whimper. "Been hard since the moment your scent changed. Wanted to touch you so badly."
"Please." I was crying again, the need overwhelming, tears streaming fresh down my temples. "Alpha— please— need you inside me—"
"Hands and knees." Hwan commanded suddenly, his warm brown eyes burning with intensity, his voice dropping to a growl that brooked no argument. "Present for me."