Chapter 33

Gye Do-hyeop deliberately shifted his head, letting the pink tip scrape along the ridges of his palate until it pushed against the threshold of his throat. The crown prodded against the most tender part of his mouth.

Arching off the cushions, Seoul cried, “H-hic!”

Geum Seoul tipped over the edge. Arching his hips as high as they would go, he spilled seed in copious spurts, sobbing out a drawn-out climax. Flattening his tongue to lap eagerly along the shaft, Gye Do-hyeop pulled his head back and swallowed everything down in one gulp, while Seoul squeezed his eyes shut, entirely oblivious.

The young man’s lips parted in a dazed murmur. “Haa… ugh, it feels… so good….”

Truly, he felt as if he might die. It felt so overwhelmingly good that his heart threatened to give out. How could anything be like this? The man’s pheromones kept blurring his senses, pouring relentlessly into his nose when he had no tolerance to begin with, turning his flesh feverish and sweet. His vision kept slipping out of focus, and every sensation scraped against his brain. A wave of sexual stimulation unlike anything he had ever experienced crashed over Geum Seoul with terrifying intensity.

“Feels good?” Gye Do-hyeop asked lazily.

Trembling from head to toe, Seoul whimpered, “Ngh, haah, yes….”

“Fuck, I guess I didn’t even need to ask.” Gye Do-hyeop chuckled.

Even the man’s voice sounded muffled and distant. With the fingers withdrawing from behind and the tender heat that had coaxed his climax drawing away, Seoul could only nod faintly as he gasped for breath. Saturated and melted by the alpha pheromones drifting through the air to envelop him, his hearing seemed to recede into a haze.

Riiip.

Thus, the faint tear of a thin foil packet seemed like a sound from far away. He didn’t even catch the low mutter: Ah, what a pain, holding an omega.

Only after writhing on his back and feeling something blunt press firmly against his entrance did Seoul realize Gye Do-hyeop had closed the distance once more. He understood then that the brief pause had been to don a condom. Squeezing his eyes shut and blinking rapidly, he cleared the damp fog clouding his vision. A strikingly handsome face hovered right before him.

“Geum Seoul,” Gye Do-hyeop drawled in a low growl, “do you even know what you’re doing with me right now?”

Panting for breath, Geum Seoul swallowed dryly and nodded. The man before him was so captivating that Seoul found himself lifting a hand without even realizing it. Far from feeling repulsion, his body felt steeped in honey, softening to the core. With Park Gil-pyeong, the mere graze of a hand had filled him with horror; near Im Gyun-il, he had hidden his presence and prayed for time to rush past. But right now, he liked this. He liked the sensations that had roiled inside him, and he liked the way those pitch-black pupils held him in their direct gaze. Despite this being his first time, Seoul found himself longing for Gye Do-hyeop. Pale fingers reached out, gingerly brushing against the sharp cheekbone.

“W-we’re… having… ngh, sex,” Seoul whispered in a broken breath.

Gye Do-hyeop caught the slender wrist, leaning his cheek more firmly into the touch. The masculine jawline filled Seoul’s palm. At the charming, approving smile bestowed like a reward, Seoul’s gaze drifted out of focus once more. The pheromones thickened. His chest heaved just as his thighs fell open. Ah! Geum Seoul threw his head back, and Gye Do-hyeop’s mouth crashed down against the pale, exposed throat.

“Damn it,” Gye Do-hyeop cursed beneath his breath, “why the fuck is this so tight?”

From then on, swept up in the merciless storm, Geum Seoul couldn’t utter a single coherent word. He could only throw his head back repeatedly, clutching the man’s shoulders and neck with clawing fingers as breathless sobs tore from him, while Gye Do-hyeop thrust his hips relentlessly into the passage swallowing him whole.

“Ah, hah! It’s… too, ngh, big…!” Seoul cried.

Gye Do-hyeop gave a rough snort. “Stop playing weak. You’re taking it like a champ right now.”

As tiny gem tears began dripping and tangling into Geum Seoul’s brown hair, Gye Do-hyeop’s possessiveness flared hungrily. Every time he pulled his hips back and slammed them deep inside, releasing another burst of pheromones, Seoul seemed to forget his strain, weeping slick arousal as he drew the thick length into his warmth bit by bit.

Drip.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Gye Do-hyeop rasped.

Sobbing with wild shakes of his head, Seoul pleaded, “N-no, please… stop!”

Before he was even halfway in, Seoul was hyperventilating, thrashing his head back and forth. The fingers had stretched him more than thoroughly.

“Hah…” Exhaling a ragged breath, Gye Do-hyeop asked, “What, you can only take half?”

“Ugh, if you move… any more, ngh… I’m too full…!” Seoul whimpered.

Geum Seoul whined like an injured puppy. Goosebumps broke out over his flushed, pink skin as he clutched his stomach, shaking his head frantically to signal that he couldn’t take another inch. Gye Do-hyeop lowered his eyes in cool appraisal.

Tears streamed down the young man’s cheeks. “Please… don’t push any deeper.”

Gye Do-hyeop held his silence, watching the heaving chest beneath him.

Geum Seoul’s belly curved outward slightly, and when it dipped with each ragged exhalation, the outline of where the shaft penetrated was almost visible beneath the pale skin. Unable to even touch his own abdomen, weeping tears that crystallized into gems while trembling from the sheer sensory overload, Seoul unwittingly stoked Gye Do-hyeop’s sadistic streak. Fuck. Gye Do-hyeop broke into a grin. How does someone this gorgeous in every single way even exist? This was already far from the first time he had caught himself thinking that about Geum Seoul.

Reaching out a trembling hand, the frightened youth whispered, “If you push… any more, I don’t…”

“Stop right here for today?” Gye Do-hyeop asked, cutting him off.

Seoul sniffled softly, letting out a small, trembling whimper. “Ugh… yes.”

Sniffling, he nodded in eager agreement, yet even as he cried, beads of clear moisture gathered at his reddened tip and slid down the shaft from the pleasure. When Gye Do-hyeop encircled his erection, Seoul’s pale shoulders jumped high before falling back. A thumb gently rubbed the tender ridge below the glans, coaxing high, kittenish whines from his throat. The passage clamped down so hard around Gye Do-hyeop’s shaft that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Leaning down, Gye Do-hyeop asked, “Then next time you’ll take more?”

“Haa… y-yes,” Seoul answered in a broken sob.

Gye Do-hyeop’s gaze turned wicked. “All the way to the base? You’ll let me bury my balls in you?”

Having no clue what kind of outrageous demand he was agreeing to, Geum Seoul nodded frantically with his tear-streaked face.

“Say thank you,” Gye Do-hyeop commanded.

Seoul swallowed a sob, bowing his chin. “Th-thank… you….”

Gye Do-hyeop ordered sternly, “You have to say what you’re thankful for.”

“F-for not… pushing… any deeper….” Seoul murmured.

Such an obedient boy. A shiver of intense gratification rippled up Gye Do-hyeop’s spine straight to his crown. Though he played it nonchalant, he was actually straining with every nerve to rein in his pheromones. The sight before him was so obscenely alluring that his reason threatened to shatter the longer he looked. If Geum Seoul’s scent had not been this faint, he might have lost control completely and forced a knot right inside him.

Gye Do-hyeop hissed a harsh oath through his teeth. “Ah, fuck….”

Geum Seoul accommodated the thick shaft lodged inside him. Clenching his molars, Gye Do-hyeop planted a hand beside Seoul’s head, driving his hips upward in steady, rolling thrusts. A crooked grin split his face.

“Hey,” Gye Do-hyeop murmured against his ear, “you ought to thank me for wearing a condom, too.”

“What? Ah, ngh!” Seoul cried out.

Having surrendered as much of himself as was gripped, that was the extent of Geum Seoul’s protest. He merely shuddered in delicate spasms, letting out small, broken yelps. Gye Do-hyeop fell quiet as well. Treating their brief exchange as a promise, his knitted brow showed no sign of relaxing as he concentrated on keeping himself from plunging any deeper.

He had never been considerate of anyone in his life. His profession forbade it, but his inherent disposition had always been ruthless anyway. A background that allowed him to live without ever accommodating others certainly contributed, though even that was hardly a complete excuse. He had grown up listening to his grandfather demand whether he was a bastard without parents, repeatedly subjected to venomous insults telling him to claim he was an orphan wherever he went. For someone like Gye Do-hyeop to show the generosity of holding back halfway in the heat of passion was extraordinary, yet neither of them had the presence of mind to grasp that significance.

Shuddering violently, Seoul wept. “Hnn, ah! Ugh, ngh!”

Blowing out a ragged breath, Gye Do-hyeop rasped, “Hah….”

Breathing grew increasingly difficult for Geum Seoul. The oncoming hyperventilation was the direct result of being utterly overpowered by a dominant alpha’s pheromones. Stretched open so wide, it would not have been surprising had he passed out long ago, yet his brain was so liquefied by sensation that he could barely tell up from down. Instead, he clung desperately to Gye Do-hyeop.

Every time the rock-hard tip thrust inside to press against a sensitive spot along the inner walls, a tingling sensation flared in his lower abdomen like an overwhelming urge to empty his bladder. Because that transformed into yet another wave of pleasure, he wept terrified tears and wrapped his arms around Gye Do-hyeop’s neck, entangling their bodies closer. Every time he cried out desperately, calling him Deputy Director, a harsh curse sounded in his ear, but Seoul lacked the luxury to care.

“It feels… good! Right there… I feel like I’m going to… pee… ah!” Seoul wailed.

Gye Do-hyeop growled in his ear. “You told me not to put in any more, so why the fuck do you keep clamping down on me like that? Huh?”

With his remaining reason completely dismantled, Geum Seoul locked both legs around Gye Do-hyeop’s waist, panting in delirium. Gye Do-hyeop kneaded, pulled, and drove into the soft skin until vivid red handprints bloomed across Seoul’s body. Fearing he might genuinely lose his mind and bury himself to the hilt, Gye Do-hyeop grabbed the middle of his own shaft with one hand as he thrust; Seoul’s soaked opening slapped against that gripping fist rather than his pelvis, spraying slick fluids with every impact.

“Ah! Haa, ngh!” Seoul cried out.

Even with his hand barring full penetration, bruises continued to rise along the pale flesh as if demanding entry to the deepest core. Geum Seoul’s mouth gaped. Haaah. Finally, with a drawn-out moan, he spilled clear fluid in a weeping mess across his stomach. Feeling the inner walls clamp down as if trying to bite him in two, Gye Do-hyeop chewed out another vicious curse. A sudden premonition struck the back of his neck: this filthy, obscenely responsive body was going to make a total fool out of him.