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The air was already humming by dusk. The full moon hadn’t yet risen, but the forest knew it was coming, the wind sharper, the shadows longer, the distant call of night birds sharper than usual.
Every heartbeat in the pack seemed to sync with that rhythm. Even the earth beneath their feet felt alive with energy, pulsing with the familiar promise of the run.
Hao stood near the edge of the clearing, his hands clasped loosely in front of him as he watched the alphas ready themselves.
The entire pack was restless; laughter too loud, movements too quick, eyes shining with that instinctive thrill that only the full moon brought.
This was the oldest of their traditions: the Night Run. Under the moonlight, the pack would stretch across the forest, their strength, unity, and instincts blending in a shared rhythm that reminded them of who they were. It was about harmony.
Alphas and omegas alike chased, called, and guided each other through the woods in a ritual that had kept them bound for generations.
The full moon's pull was a physical thing, a tidal force that stirred the most ancient parts of his omega biology. Slick, thin and anticipatory, dampened his shorts. Tonight.
He watched the alphas across the clearing. They moved with a new, predatory grace, stretching powerful limbs and rolling broad shoulders. Their low, rumbling laughter was less about amusement and more about testing their vocal cords, a preview of the growls and challenges to come.
Among them, Soobin stood out. His tall, muscular frame was a silhouette of pure alpha potential as he leaned over to touch his toes, the fabric of his trousers straining across his thighs.
As if feeling the weight of Hao’s gaze, Soobin straightened up. His eyes, intense even from a distance, found Hao’s. A slow, easy smile spread across his handsome face, and he began to walk over. Hao’s heart gave a nervous flutter.
The memory of their steamy foursome was a fresh, vivid imprint in his mind, the heat of Soobin’s gaze as he’d fucked deep into Kuanjui.
“Hao,” Soobin said, his voice a warm, friendly baritone that belied the power in his frame. He came to a stop a respectful distance away, his scent washing over Hao. “I’m glad I caught you before the run.”
Hao managed a small, cautious nod. “Soobin.”
“I just wanted to say… I hope we can be friends,” the alpha continued, his smile genuine. “What happened… it was intense. I don’t want there to be any awkwardness between us.”
The simple, direct words disarmed him. Hao let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. His omega instincts, so often a chaotic whirlwind, recognized the absence of a direct threat in Soobin’s demeanor.
“We can be friends,” Hao reassured him, offering a more genuine smile of his own. “It was intense. But it was also… good.”
Soobin’s smile widened, a flash of white teeth. “Good. I’m glad you think so.” His gaze flickered toward the tree line, where the shadows were deepening. “I’m looking forward to the chase tonight.”
The statement was innocent on the surface, but it carried the weight of a promise. A thrill, equal parts fear and excitement, shot down Hao’s spine. He just nodded again, not trusting his voice.
Soobin seemed to understand. He gave a final, friendly dip of his chin before turning and looping back to the other alphas, his movements fluid and predatory. Hao watched him go, his own instincts screaming a confusing mix of run and submit.
Seeking familiar ground, Hao wound his way through the gathering pack until he found Kuanjui and Wumuti near the edge of the central firepit.
They were a study in contrasts: Kuanjui, all sharp angles and playful energy, and Wumuti, a wall of quiet, broad-shouldered strength.
Kuanjui’s sharp eyes were not on him, however. They were narrowed, tracking someone across the clearing. A faint blush painted his sharp cheekbones. “He’s been watching me all morning,” Kuanjui muttered, though a tiny, pleased smirk played on his lips.
Wumuti followed his gaze and let out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Zihao? The alpha you shared your heat with last time?” He nudged Kuanjui with his elbow. “Looks like he’s ready for a second helping.”
“Shut up,” Kuanjui shot back, but the blush deepened.
It was then that they both seemed to register Hao’s presence and his undoubtedly distressed expression.
Kuanjui’s teasing demeanor evaporated instantly, replaced by genuine concern. He reached out, his fingers gentle on Hao’s arm. “Hey. What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Hao swallowed, his throat tight. “The chase tonight… it’s going to be interesting,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Wumuti made a soft, understanding sound. “The moon is high. The alphas are… eager.”
“Hanbin will go easy on you,” Kuanjui said, his tone firm, reassuring. “You’re his. Everyone knows it. He’ll chase for the sport of it, for the tradition, but he won’t let anything happen to you.”
Hao tried to let the words comfort him. He pictured Hanbin’s face, the possessive gleam in his eyes, the way his dominance was a shelter as much as it was a cage. He will, he tried to tell himself. He’ll control it. He has to.
But another, smaller voice, soaked in primal omega fear, whispered a terrifying counterpoint. It whispered of the raw, untamed power of a Pack Alpha under a full moon. It whispered of the intoxicating scent of an omega in peak condition, of the thrill of the hunt, of the ancient, violent joy of the catch. It whispered that Hanbin’s control was a fragile leash, and the moon’s call was a knife that could sever it in an instant.
What if Hanbin wasn’t just chasing him? What if someone else caught him first? What if Hanbin saw another alpha’s hands on what was his?
The Pack Alpha wouldn’t just get possessive.
The whisper in his mind was certain, cold.
He’ll get violent.
As was tradition, the omegas would begin the run. Hao’s eyes, glazed with the relentless thrum of his scent, found Hanbin perched on his Pack Alpha divan. The alpha’s dark, intense gaze was a physical weight, pinning Hao in place from across the firepit.
Hanbin is determined.
The thought wasn’t Hao’s own; it was a primal understanding that passed between them in that locked stare. It was in the set of Hanbin’s jaw, the possessive curl of his fingers around the arm of the divan, the way his broad chest seemed to expand with a slow, predatory breath. It was no simple chase for sport. It was a claiming.
Hao shivered as he saw the dark glint in his alpha’s eyes, a promise of torment and ecstasy that made his knees weak and his slick flow freely, soaking through the thin fabric of his shorts. He had to run. He had to be caught.
A sharp whistle cut through the night. Go.
The omegas began to run, a flutter of nervous energy and sleek limbs, past the clearing and into the dark, waiting embrace of the trees. The world blurred into a tunnel of shadow and scent. Hao could hear the sounds of their deep breathing around him, the frantic beating of hearts, the soft thud of bare feet on packed earth.
Hao was fast, his long, slender legs gliding him through the trees with an instinctual grace. He was a ghost in the moonlight, his flushed skin gleaming.
But the forest was not silent.
He could hear the sounds of omega’s pleasurable whimpering around him as they were caught by alphas, the low, satisfied growls, the rustle of bodies meeting the forest floor. Each sound was a spark to his already blazing need.
He was cautious as he ran, his head whipping side to side, his nostrils flaring. He could scent alphas in the air, but none were his own. None were that singular, intoxicating blend of power and safety that was Hanbin.
He paused, his chest heaving, leaning against the rough bark of a large tree. A low, rhythmic sound to his left drew his attention. There, pinned against another tree, was Kuanjui.
Zihao, a mountain of rugged alpha intensity, had him trapped, his powerful body moving in a relentless, driving rhythm. Kuanjui’s head was thrown back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, his expression utterly blissed out. Their eyes met for a fleeting second, and Kuanjui’s gaze, though hazy, held a spark of wicked encouragement before Zihao claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
The sight sent another violent pulse of want through Hao.
Hao’s breath hitched as he stumbled into a small clearing, the moon casting dappled light through the trees.
There, pressed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, was Wumuti, his lithe body pinned between two massive alphas. They moved with a primal, relentless rhythm, their hands gripping Wumuti’s hips and shoulders with possessive force.
One alpha, tall and broad-shouldered, had his mouth latched onto Wumuti’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as if marking him for life. The other, his features rugged and sharp, growled low in his throat as he thrust into Wumuti from behind, his movements hard and demanding. Wumuti was moaning, his voice a broken melody of pleasure and surrender, his head thrown back in abandon. His knees trembled, but the alphas held him upright, their combined strength overwhelming yet controlled.
Hao stared, transfixed, as Wumuti’s lips parted in a cry of ecstasy, his fingers clawing at the Alpha in front of him for balance. Sweat glistened on his flushed skin, and his scent, sweet and intoxicating like honeyed jasmine, was thick in the air, mingling with the musk of the alphas.
He loves this, Hao realized, his own body responding with a pulse of slick and a deep, aching need. Wumuti was lost in the storm of their claiming, his eyes hazy with lust, his every gasp and whimper a testament to how much he craved this torment.
The sight was both a temptation and a warning. Hao’s instincts screamed at him to run, to find his own alpha before he succumbed to the chaos of the hunt but for a fleeting moment, he envied Wumuti. Envied the way he was being devoured, the way his body was worshipped by those who would stop at nothing to claim him.
He pushed off the tree and continued, his desperation mounting. Some of the other alphas saw him, their eyes glowing in the dark but they were quick to move away, yielding with low grunts of deference. Knowing who Hao belongs to. The thought should have been comforting, but it only made the ache worse. He needed to belong to Hanbin right now.
A low-hanging branch snagged his arm, and as he twisted to free himself, a powerful force slammed into him from the side.
The air rushed from his lungs as he was caught off guard and forced to the floor, the leaves beneath him cool against his feverish skin. His eyes widened, shock and a thrilling jolt of fear arcing through him when he saw Soobin above him.
The alpha was growling, a low, continuous rumble that vibrated through Hao’s chest where their bodies met.
“Soobin—” Hao gasped, struggling to draw breath.
“You smell delicious,” Soobin rasped, his voice thick with an arousal he was barely controlling. His hips ground down, and Hao could feel the heavy, thick heat of the alpha’s cock, even through his trousers, pressing against his slick-soaked shorts. “Like heaven. Like heat.”
“Get off,” Hao breathed out, though his body arched into the contact instinctively. “For your own sake. He’ll kill you.”
“I know,” Soobin groaned, his own conflict evident in the tension of his body. “I know he will. But I can’t help myself.”
Hao’s hands, acting on an omega’s desperate instinct to soothe and incite, ran down Soobin’s strong, muscular chest. He could feel the frantic beating of the alpha’s heart beneath his palms. His fingers trailed lower, over the hard planes of his stomach, until they cupped the immense, clothed bulge between Soobin’s legs. He felt the heavy heat, the twitch of dominant flesh straining against its confines.
Soobin groaned, a shattered, broken sound, and thrust helplessly against Hao’s palm. “Fuck, Hao…”
With Soobin distracted, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation, Hao carefully maneuvered them. Using a strength born of pure desperation, he rolled his hips and twisted, leveraging his slender frame until he was the one on top, straddling Soobin’s powerful thighs.
The alpha gasped, his eyes flying open to gaze up at the Pack Omega with hazy, stunned desire. Hao sat up, looming over him, his own desperation morphing into a sudden, shocking wave of dominance. His slick was pouring out of him now, dripping onto Soobin’s trousers, marking him. He placed his hands on Soobin’s chest, pinning him to the earth.
“You want a taste, Soobin-ah?” Hao whispered, his voice dropping into a low, seductive register that was all omega power. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of Soobin’s ear. “You want to feel what belongs to your Pack Alpha?”
Soobin could only nod, his breath coming in ragged pants, his hands coming up to grip Hao’s thighs as if to hold him in place.
“Then stay very, very still,” Hao commanded, his own heart hammering against his ribs.
Soobin’s entire body went rigid beneath him, a low, desperate growl rumbling in his chest. His hands, which had been gripping Hao’s thighs, now clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with the strain of his restraint. His eyes, dark and blown wide with lust, were fixed on Hao’s face, waiting, begging for the next command.
Hao held his gaze, a slow, wicked smile playing on his lips. He could feel the heat of Soobin’s body through his thin shorts, the powerful muscles of the alpha’s thighs trembling underneath him. The intoxicating scent of his own slick, thick and sweet, filled the small clearing, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor and Soobin’s own sharp, rain-soaked oakmoss scent.
“You can watch,” Hao purred, his voice a silken threat. “That’s all you get. You need to get this obsession out of your system, Soobin-ah. And I am being… generous.”
With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his soaked shorts. He didn’t break eye contact as he pushed them down, just past the curve of his hips, down his slender thighs.
The cool night air kissed his feverish skin, a stark contrast to the unbearable heat coiling in his core. He left the shorts bunched there, a frustrating barrier just low enough to expose everything yet still bind his legs slightly. Trapped. Exposed.
He heard Soobin’s sharp, ragged intake of breath. The alpha’s gaze dropped, consuming the sight before him: Hao’s cock, hard and flushed against his stomach, and the glistening, slick-slicked curve of his ass.
Hao reached between his own legs, his fingers sliding through the copious wetness that dripped from his hole. He gathered the slick, the scent of it; pure, desperate omega heat making his own head spin. He brought his glistening fingers to his cock, wrapping them around the burning length. Oh. A soft, breathy sigh escaped him at the contact. His own touch was electric, a direct line to the frantic, aching need deep inside him.
He began to stroke himself, a slow, languid motion. His hips gave a slight, involuntary jerk. He used his own slick as lubricant, the slide of his fist effortless and obscenely wet.
The sounds were filthy; soft, slick, squelching noises that seemed impossibly loud in the tense silence between them.
“See?” Hao whispered, his voice starting to hitch with each upward stroke. “See what you can’t have? See what he gets to claim tonight?”
Soobin’s growl deepened, a continuous, frustrated rumble. His hips gave an aborted thrust upward, seeking friction, finding only air. “Hao…” he groaned, the word strangled.
“I told you to be still,” Hao snapped, his dominance flaring like a wildfire, consuming the space between them. His voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the air like a whip, and he didn’t stop the rhythmic motion of his hand on his cock for even a second.
The pace increased just a fraction, deliberate and maddening. His toes curled into the leaves beneath him, grounding him in the moment as he relished the way Soobin trembled beneath his weight. Hao was putting on a show, a cruel, beautiful torment designed to break the alpha’s restraint. And it was working.
The power coursing through him was its own kind of aphrodisiac, intoxicating and heady. He was in complete control, and the knowledge made his skin tingle with satisfaction.
This powerful alpha, who could easily overpower him if he chose to, was utterly at his mercy. Soobin’s chest heaved with every breath, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white from the strain of holding himself back.
Hao could see the muscles in his jaw twitching, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to take what he wanted. But Hao wasn’t going to let him.
Hao tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he watched Soobin’s struggle.
His hips twitched involuntarily, chasing the pleasure building low in his belly. "See what you can’t have?" he purred, his voice low and taunting. "See how much I’m enjoying myself without you?" He punctuated the question with a particularly slow stroke, dragging his hand up to the tip before sliding back down in one fluid motion.
Soobin’s growl deepened, a continuous rumble of frustration that seemed to vibrate through Hao’s entire body.
The alpha’s eyes were locked on Hao’s movements, dark and glazed with lust. "Hao…" he groaned, the word ragged and desperate, torn from somewhere deep in his chest. It was a plea, a prayer, and a warning all at once.
But Hao wasn’t done. He leaned forward slightly, his free hand coming to rest on Soobin’s chest. His fingers splayed over the alpha’s heated skin, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath his palm. "You think you deserve this?" he whispered, his voice dripping with mockery. "You think you’ve earned the right to touch me? To take me?" His hand on his cock moved faster now, the sound wetter, louder. His own breaths came in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure coiled tighter inside him. "You’re wrong."
Soobin’s chest heaved as he fought to stay still, his entire body trembling with the effort. His hands twitched at his sides, as if he was seconds away from grabbing Hao and flipping their positions. But he didn’t. He stayed trapped beneath Hao’s dominance, his gaze burning with a mix of frustration, desperation, and something darker.
Something that sent a shiver of anticipation down Hao’s spine. He reveled in it, the power, the control, the way Soobin was breaking apart right in front of him. And he knew, deep down, that this moment would haunt the alpha long after it was over.
But… Soobin could do it no longer. His control shattered. With a broken sound, he surged upward, his head darting forward as if to capture Hao’s mouth in a searing kiss.
The rejection was swift and sharp.
Slap!
Hao’s free hand cracked across Soobin’s cheek, the slap echoing in the small clearing. It wasn’t meant to truly hurt, but to stun. To dominate.
Soobin froze, his head snapping to the side from the impact. A faint red mark bloomed on his cheekbone. He slowly turned back, his eyes wide with shock, then something darker, hotter. Awe.
“I’m doing you a favor,” Hao hissed, his own breathing becoming more erratic. His strokes on his cock were faster now, more urgent. His slick was everywhere, coating his hand, dripping onto Soobin’s abdomen, marking the alpha with his scent. “Don’t push me. Or this ends now.”
Soobin’s chest heaved. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t look away. His gaze was locked lower now, utterly fixated between Hao’s legs. On the source of that intoxicating scent. A fresh, low growl vibrated in his throat as he watched Hao’s pretty, slick rim flutter with each frantic pull of his own hand.
“I want to fill you,” Soobin rasped, the words barely intelligible. “God, I want to be inside you. To knot you. To breed you full.”
Hao’s reaction was instantaneous and feral. A dangerous growl tore from his own throat, a sound so primal it didn’t seem like it could come from his slender body.
He stopped stroking himself, his hand stilling on his cock. “Don’t be greedy,” he snarled, baring his teeth. The command was absolute, layered with the undeniable authority of the Pack Omega. “You get what I give you. Nothing more.”
For a moment, it seemed like Soobin would submit. He held still, the fight draining from his muscles. Then, with a speed that stole Hao’s breath, the alpha’s hand shot up. He didn’t grab for Hao’s cock or his waist. He captured Hao’s wrist, the one coated in his own slick and yanked it toward his face.
Hao gasped, trying to pull back. “What are you—?”
Soobin’s hot, wet tongue dragged a long, obscene stripe up Hao’s palm, licking Hao’s pre-cum and slick from his skin. His eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, a deep, guttural moan of pure ecstasy ripped from his chest. He sucked two of Hao’s fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, cleaning every drop with a reverence that was utterly blasphemous.
Revulsion and a sharp, shocking spike of pleasure twisted together in Hao’s gut. “You—!” he sputtered, yanking his hand back.
Slap!
He slapped Soobin again, this time with his clean hand, a sharp rebuke. The sound was just as loud, just as shocking.
Soobin just laughed, a low, dark, exhilarated sound. He licked his lips, his tongue catching a stray drop of slick from the corner of his mouth. His smirk was wild, unrepentant. “Do it again,” he dared, his voice husky. “I like it. I like your fire.”
The sheer audacity, the raw alpha hunger that seemed to thrive on his rejection, was dizzying.
Before Hao could process it, Soobin’s hands were on his hips again, not to hold him still, but to pull him down.
“Let me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “Let me taste you. Just let me eat you out, Hao. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
His strength was immense. Hao felt himself being dragged forward, his balance shifting. The world narrowed to Soobin’s intense, hungry gaze and the promise of that clever, wicked tongue on his most sensitive flesh.
His own resistance crumbled for a terrifying second, his omega instincts screaming at the offer of pleasure, of service.
A deep, earth-shaking growl ripped through the forest.
It wasn’t Soobin’s.
It was distant, but closing fast. A sound of pure, undiluted, possessive fury that Hao would recognize in his soul.
Hanbin.
Hao’s eyes went wide. Every bit of dominant posturing evaporated, replaced by sheer, omega panic. He scrambled off Soobin so fast he almost fell, yanking his soaked shorts back up over his hips with trembling hands.
He left Soobin sprawled on the ground, panting and desperate, his own cock straining against his trousers, his face a mask of stunned, unfulfilled need.
Soobin’s ragged whisper followed him into the dark. “Hao, wait—"
Another deep growl.
Hao’s head snapped toward the sound. There, emerging from the inky blackness between the trees, was his Pack Alpha.
Hanbin moved with a predator’s lethal grace, each step a silent promise of violence. Moonlight carved the hard planes of his face, his expression a mask of cold, seething rage. But his eyes, his burning, dark eyes, were not on Hao.
They were locked on Soobin.
A helpless, instinctual moan fell from Hao’s lips. The sheer force of Hanbin’s presence, the raw dominance rolling off him in waves, was a drug. His omega preened even as it cowered, a confusing torrent of terror and blinding need. My alpha. He’s here. He’s come for me.
Hanbin didn’t break his predatory stare as he closed the final distance. In one fluid, terrifying motion, his hand shot out. He didn’t caress Hao. He didn’t gently pull him close. His fingers, strong and unyielding, closed around the nape of Hao’s neck in a grip that was pure possession.
A gasp was ripped from Hao’s throat as Hanbin forced him down. There was no ceremony, no gentle lowering. He was manhandled, his body bent and pressed face-first into the cool, damp leaves of the forest floor. The earthy scent filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the burning heat of his own skin.
Soobin took an involuntary step forward, a low growl rumbling in his own chest at the rough treatment. “Hanbin—”
It was a mistake.
Hanbin moved faster than thought. His free hand, fingers curled like claws, lashed out in a vicious swipe. The sound was a sharp, sickening tear of cloth and skin. Soobin yelped, stumbling backward, a hand flying to his cheek. Four clean lines of blood welled up instantly, stark and red against his pale skin.
Hao gasped, trying to twist his head to see. “Hanbin, stop, he was just—!”
The grip on his neck tightened painfully, forcing his face harder into the ground, cutting off his air and his plea. Hanbin’s weight settled over him, a heavy, immovable pressure. His other hand grabbed a fistful of Hao’s shorts and, with a brutal tear of fabric, ripped them clean from his body.
Cool air washed over his exposed, feverish skin. He was completely bare now, presented on his hands and knees for his alpha. His slick was a river, dripping down his inner thighs, soaking the leaves beneath him. The shameful, omega part of him loved it, loved being stripped and put in his place before the enraged might of his mate.
Soobin, clutching his bleeding face, let out a threatening growl but took another step back toward the shelter of the trees. The message was received. The promise of violence in Hanbin’s eyes was a tangible thing, a boundary not to be crossed again.
With a final, conflicted glance at Hao’s presented form, Soobin melted back into the shadows, retreating.
A high, pathetic whimper escaped Hao. He was alone now with the storm that was Hanbin.
A dark, condescending chuckle rumbled above him. Hanbin’s breath was hot on his ear. “Look at you,” he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “My desperate little omega. Playing with fire. Teasing alphas who don’t know their place. Did you enjoy your game? Did you like making him beg?”
“N-no, Alpha, I just— I needed you,” Hao whimpered, the words muffled by the ground. He pushed his hips back, a silent, begging invitation, arching his spine to present himself even higher. The ache was a physical pain now, a hollow, screaming need that only Hanbin could fill.
“I know what you need,” Hanbin growled. His hand came down hard on Hao’s right ass cheek. Smack! The sound echoed in the clearing, a sharp punishment that sent a jolt of pure, electric pleasure-pain straight through Hao’s core. He cried out, his body jolting forward from the impact.
Before he could recover, he felt Hanbin’s thumb, rough and calloused, swipe through the flood of slick gathering at his entrance.
Hao trembled violently at the contact, a broken sob catching in his throat. Hanbin brought his wet thumb to Hao’s lips, smearing the taste of his own desperate arousal across his mouth. “Taste what you’ve been offering to others,” he commanded darkly.
Hao obediently licked his lips, the taste of himself— sweet and musky— only fueling his desperation.
Then Hanbin’s tongue was on him. A hot, wet, broad stripe from his perineum all the way up to his twitching hole. Hao screamed, his fingers digging into the earth, his entire body seizing at the intimate violation. The sensation was electric, a shockwave of pleasure that made his muscles tremble and his back arch involuntarily.
Hanbin didn’t tease. He feasted. He licked and thrust his tongue inside with a ruthless rhythm, mimicking the act Hao craved, while his hands spread Hao’s cheeks apart, holding him open.
Hanbin’s mouth was relentless, a weapon of precision and skill. He lapped at Hao’s trembling entrance, teasing the sensitive rim before plunging his tongue deep inside. The wet, lewd sounds filled the clearing, mingling with Hao’s ragged breaths and broken whimpers.
Each stroke of Hanbin’s tongue sent jolts of pleasure radiating through Hao’s body, lighting up every nerve ending and leaving him gasping for air. “Alpha!” he cried out, his voice a desperate plea that seemed to echo in the night.
The alpha growled in response, a low, possessive rumble that vibrated against Hao’s skin. He took his time, savoring every inch as if Hao was his own personal feast. His tongue explored every crevice, every sensitive spot that made Hao squirm and writhe beneath him.
Hanbin’s hands tightened their grip on Hao’s hips, keeping him in place as he continued his merciless assault. Hao’s slick was everywhere now, dripping down his thighs and pooling beneath him, a testament to how thoroughly Hanbin was driving him to the edge.
Hao’s mind was a haze of pleasure and need, each flick and thrust of Hanbin’s tongue pushing him closer to the brink. He could feel himself tightening around nothing, his body aching for something more substantial to fill him.
“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking on the word. “Please, Alpha, I need—”
Before he could finish, Hanbin pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Hao’s slick skin. ”You need what, my omega?” he taunted, his voice dark and commanding. “Use your words.”
“I need you,” Hao sobbed, his body trembling with desperation. “I need you inside me, please!”
Hanbin didn’t respond with words. Instead, he returned to his task with even greater intensity, his tongue thrusting deeper and faster than before. Hao’s cries grew louder, his body writhing uncontrollably as he teetered on the edge of climax. The pressure was building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter until he thought he might burst.
Finally, with a guttural growl, Hanbin slowed his movements, his tongue sliding out of Hao in one final, deliberate stroke. He leaned back, his breath coming hard and fast, and Hao knew that this was only the beginning.
“You want it?” Hanbin growled against his soaked skin, his breath hot. “You want my knot? After parading yourself like a common whore?”
“Yes! Yes, Alpha, please, I’m yours, only yours, I need it, I need you to fuck me, please—”
His begging was cut off as Hanbin shifted above him. The broad, blunt head of his cock, slick with his own arousal, pressed against Hao’s fluttering entrance. Hanbin’s teeth found the sensitive spot at the juncture of Hao’s neck and shoulder, and he bit down, not a love bite, but a sharp, punishing claim.
At the exact same moment, he drove his hips forward, burying his entire length into Hao with one brutal, unforgiving thrust.
Hao’s world exploded into white-hot sensation. The pain of the bite, the stunning stretch of being filled so completely and so roughly, the overwhelming rightness of it; it was a claiming in its purest, most primal form.
He came instantly, his climax ripped from him with a silent, breathless scream, his body convulsing around Hanbin’s invading cock.
Hanbin didn’t pause. He didn’t give Hao a moment to recover. He kept his teeth locked in Hao’s neck, a permanent, possessive brand, as he began to move. His thrusts were punishing, each one jarring Hao’s entire body, pushing his face into the leaves. The sound of skin slapping against skin, of Hanbin’s guttural growls, of Hao’s ragged, sobbing breaths filled the small clearing.
He was being taken, claimed, and owned on the forest floor, and his alpha showed no signs of letting go.