Chapter 37 #3
My body obeyed before my mind could process the order, rolling over and rising onto my hands and knees on instinct alone.
The position felt right — natural, primal.
Omega presenting for alpha. My back arched automatically, my hips tilting up in invitation, every inch of me on display.
I felt him move behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to dimple the flesh.
And then the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance, hot and thick and blunt.
"So beautiful like this." Hwan groaned, one hand sliding up my spine possessively, his palm dragging along each vertebra. "My omega. All mine."
He pushed inside me slowly, inch by torturous inch, and I sobbed at the stretch.
The fullness was exactly what my omega had been screaming for — my inner walls parting around him, gripping tight, trying to pull him deeper.
He was so big, filling me so completely, every ridge and vein dragging against sensitive flesh.
When he was finally seated to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against my ass, I could barely breathe.
I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit, every movement sending shockwaves through my body.
"Alpha." I gasped, my arms trembling with the effort of holding myself up.
"Yes— alpha— more—" He began to move — long, deep strokes that had me crying out with each one.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with my broken moans and his harsh grunts.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, yanking me back to meet each thrust, the impact jolting through my entire body.
"So tight." Hwan groaned, his rhythm increasing, each thrust harder and faster than the last. "So wet. Made for me. Made to take me."
"Yes— alpha— made for you—" I was babbling now, lost to sensation, my omega in complete control, the words spilling from my lips without thought. "Yours—"
He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, and the dual sensation made me scream.
I came hard, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, and I felt him groan at the sensation — a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through where our bodies connected — but his rhythm never faltered.
He rode me through the orgasm, extending it, wringing every last tremor from my body.
"Not enough." Hwan growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more desperate. "Need to see your face when you take my knot."
He pulled out suddenly, and I whined at the loss — the emptiness devastating after being so full.
But then he was flipping me onto my back with strong hands, the world spinning, and hooking my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he thrust back inside in one powerful stroke that punched the air from my lungs.
"There." Hwan's warm brown eyes bore into mine, his face hovering above me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest. His jaw was clenched, the tendons in his neck straining, every muscle in his body taut with effort. "Want to see your eyes when I make you mine."
This angle was even deeper, his cock rubbing against my walls with one hard thrust after another, hitting spots I didn't know existed.
The sound of our bodies meeting— wet and slick and rhythmic, punctuated by my broken cries.
I could only hold onto his shoulders — my nails digging crescents into his skin, drawing blood — and take it, crying out with each powerful thrust as he drove into me with increasing desperation.
"Close." Hwan groaned, his rhythm starting to stutter, becoming erratic.
"So close— gonna knot you soon—" I felt it then — the swell at the base of him, growing with each thrust, catching at my entrance with increasing pressure.
The first catch made me gasp, the stretch intense, and then it slipped past. The next thrust it caught harder, held longer, the knot swelling larger each time.
Pleasure and pain twisted together into something I couldn't separate.
"Yes— alpha— please—" I was beyond words, beyond thought, my entire existence narrowed to the sensation of him inside me, the knot growing bigger with each thrust, stretching me wider and wider. "Need your knot— need it—"
"Going to give it to you." Hwan's voice was strained, cracking, his warm brown eyes wild and barely focused. "Going to lock us together. Fill you up. Make you mine forever."
The knot caught more firmly with each thrust, the stretch overwhelming, my body opening to accommodate him despite the burn. I could feel it growing, swelling, demanding entrance, each pass making me scream as it pushed past the tight ring of muscle and then tugged on the way out.
"Almost— fuck— so tight—" Hwan groaned, his whole body trembling with strain, every muscle locked and straining.
With one final, powerful thrust, the knot locked fully inside me.
I screamed — the sound raw and primal, tearing from somewhere deep in my chest — as pleasure and relief and completion crashed through me in a wave so intense I lost myself completely.
My body convulsed around him, inner walls clenching rhythmically around the massive knot, milking it as orgasm after orgasm rippled through me in endless waves.
I could feel every throb of his cock, every pulse of the knot, locked so deep inside me I could feel it pressing against my cervix.
"Alpha!" The word was torn from my throat, the only thing I could say. "Alpha, alpha, alpha—"
"Mine." Hwan groaned, his whole body shuddering as his release pulsed hot and deep inside me, filling me, the warmth flooding my core in pulse after pulse that seemed to go on forever. "My omega. Mine forever."
The knot throbbed inside me, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through my oversensitized body, keeping me locked in an endless cycle of cresting and falling.
I was full — so impossibly full — stretched and claimed and complete.
My omega was finally, finally satisfied, the desperate burning need replaced by a warm, floating bliss that made my limbs feel like they were filled with honey.
"The bite." Hwan's voice was rough, barely recognizable, his lips brushing against my ear. "Need to claim you properly. Need to— can I— please—"
"Yes." I tilted my head without hesitation, baring my neck to him with instinctive submission, my omega purring with anticipation. "Mark me, alpha. Make me yours."
His teeth sank into the curve of my neck — not the primary bonding gland at the back, that was for Jae-won as pack alpha, but a secondary point at the side that flared with sensation.
The pain was sharp and bright, his teeth breaking skin, and then pleasure twisted through it, transforming it into something transcendent, something that rewrote my very being.
I felt the bond snap into place — a golden thread connecting us, bright and warm and eternal.
His emotions flooded through me: love and relief and fierce possessive joy and overwhelming gratitude.
Everything he felt, I felt too. We were connected now in a way that went beyond physical, beyond anything I could have imagined.
Mine, my omega purred, satisfied at last. Bonded. Claimed. Alpha's.
"Now you." Hwan pulled back, his warm brown eyes wet with tears that spilled down his cheeks, his platinum hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He tilted his head, baring his neck to me with vulnerable trust, exposing his throat in complete submission. "Claim me too, Keira. Make me yours."
I surged up as much as the knot would allow — the movement making us both gasp as it shifted inside me — my teeth finding the curve of his neck, the same spot where he'd bitten me.
I bit down hard, tasting copper and salt and skin and something that was purely him.
Hwan cried out, his whole body shuddering above me, his knot pulsing inside me as another wave of pleasure crashed through us both.
The bond strengthened, doubled, became something unbreakable — a golden rope instead of a thread, binding us together forever. I was his. He was mine. Forever.
When I released his neck, breathing hard, the haze had cleared enough for rational thought to return. His neck bore my mark — already bruising purple around the teeth marks, blood welling from the deepest punctures, proof of my claim on him. He was mine now. Really, truly mine.
"Look." Hwan breathed, holding up his left wrist with trembling fingers, his warm brown eyes wide with wonder.
The teal flower that had been beautiful but unfinished was now complete — fine lines tracing every petal, every leaf on the delicate branch, details that hadn't been there before.
I could see each vein in the petals now, each tiny gradation in the coloring.
The bond completing through our bites had finished the soulmate mark too.
"It's done." Hwan whispered, his voice cracking with emotion, staring at his wrist and then back at me. Tears continued to stream down his face, but he was smiling now — that famous sunshine smile, but softer, more real, more vulnerable. "We're bonded. Really bonded."
"Forever." I agreed, reaching up to cup his face with trembling hands, my own tears falling freely. His cheek was warm and damp beneath my palm, rough with the beginning of stubble. The heat had receded to a manageable warmth, giving us this moment of clarity.
"Mine." Hwan pressed his forehead to mine, still locked inside me, his voice rough with emotion. "My omega. My mate."
"Yours." I whispered back, my thumb brushing away his tears. "My alpha."
He pressed a kiss to my lips — soft and sweet despite the intensity of what we'd just shared, tasting of salt and copper and claiming. "Always."
We lay tangled together as the knot slowly released — the pressure gradually decreasing, my body adjusting as he softened inside me.
Hwan pressed soft kisses across my face — my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, the tip of my nose, the corners of my mouth.
Each touch was gentle, reverent, worshipful.
The heat simmered low in my belly, temporarily sated but already beginning to build again.
From somewhere nearby, I heard Tae-min's voice, soft and awed: "Her mark. It's finished." Hwan's eyes moved to my collarbone, tracing the line of flowers from my ear toward my heart, and his breath caught in a sound that was almost a sob.
"Keira." He breathed, his warm brown eyes filling with fresh tears, his fingers hovering over my skin without quite touching. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful."
I couldn't see it, but I knew — the fourth flower on my branch, the golden amber one at my pulse point that represented Hwan, had gained its fine lines. Our bond, written on my skin forever.
"One down." Min-jun's voice came soft from somewhere to my left, warm with emotion, his vanilla scent drifting closer like a comfort. "Four to go."
"Rest while you can." Jae-won's voice, steady and grounding, his cedar-and-thunder scent wrapping around me like a blanket against the cold. "The next wave will hit soon."
As if summoned by his words, I felt the heat stirring again — the need beginning to claw its way back to the surface, embers catching fire once more. Hwan's golden thread pulsed warm and steady in my chest, an anchor against the coming storm, and I held onto it with everything I had.
The first of five.
One down. Four to go.