The Scent is a Drug

He tossed me onto the immaculate white bed, untouched and perfectly made. It felt as though I sank into thousands of feathers, only to resurface.

He looked down at me, bare from the waist down with only my shirt on and my erection exposed beneath its hem, as he quickly stripped beside the bed.

The bedroom had no separate lights on and was dim, but bright enough to make out everything in the room. Still, he showed not a trace of hesitation as he revealed himself entirely.

His muscles, tightly bunched from excitement and arousal, were like tempered armor. It was astonishing that such a muscular body could look sleek in a suit. That was partly the power of high-end tailoring — which probably made him appear at least a size smaller — but the proportions of his long limbs couldn't be ignored either. It was an ideal and beautiful body.

Standing directly in front of me without a trace of awkwardness or embarrassment, he slipped his hand inside his boxer briefs, the last thing he was wearing.

His briefs were stretched tight over an erection whose outline was unmistakable, curving to the right. He stroked himself inside them, then pushed the fabric down with his fingertips.

His briefs rolled down at an angle, and his half-hard length sprang free above the dark trail of hair leading down from his navel, dipping slowly under its own weight.

Just looking at it made me feel as though sex had already begun.

Without last time's experience, I wouldn't have believed that was only half hard.

Almost as though showing off, he slowly stroked himself from his balls to the tip, then climbed onto the bed on his knees. Looking up at him as he drew closer, I began undoing my shirt. It wasn't easy with one hand while propping myself up on an elbow, especially with the sight of his naked body adding to the excitement that had been building since the living room.

Seeing my hands tremble as I struggled with buttons smaller than my fingernails, he crawled across the mattress on all fours and kissed me. I stopped fumbling with the buttons and kissed him back.

"You're swollen."

He whispered, sucking my lower lip and releasing it with a snap.

Without thinking, I touched my lips with my fingertips. The heat was more pronounced than usual — a lingering reminder of how often he had sucked and bitten them tonight.

"Well. I did suck on them a little too much."

He laughed, acknowledging his own persistence — but there was no remorse in it. Our lips met again immediately.

"Mmph… Unngh…"

This time the kiss was more insistent, more passionate.

As he pushed his thighs beneath my legs and leaned into me, I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling backward. A groan escaped me at the unpredictable movement of his wet tongue rubbing and tangling with mine.

His kisses seemed to dissolve his scent into his saliva. Each time I swallowed, I felt that strange fragrance sink into my body and race through my veins. It wasn't only my sense of smell anymore; even the inside of my body was becoming soaked in his scent.

It was like an addictive drug I could never get enough of, and I eagerly swallowed the saliva he fed into my mouth. I never grew used to his scent; it kept its first startling intensity. Whatever it was doing to me seemed to reach beyond my sense of smell.

His tongue, steeped in that scent, filled my mouth completely. I had to press against it and suck just to make room for a breath.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and reached with the other hand, impatiently snapping off the couple of buttons I hadn't undone. His palm slid straight onto my chest.

My back stiffened as he caught my erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged. The flesh was soft, with a firm point at its center. I tightened my arms around his neck and twisted my parted lips against his, rubbing deeper, as though begging him to touch me harder.

Perhaps it spurred him on. His tongue swept from side to side inside my mouth, and a moan simmered deep in my throat at the obscene movement.

One side of my shirt slipped off my shoulder. He bit the exposed skin before moving down to my chest. His pointed tongue teased my soft nipple, bending it back and forth.

"Mmph-"

I bit my lip to suppress the sound. One arm kept hold of his neck; the other braced my upper body against the sheets.

He only flicked his tongue upward against it, teasing me without giving me the stimulation I wanted. I rubbed my toes against the sheets to bear it.

I looked down at his thick lashes, focused on my nipple, and finally pushed one side of my chest further toward him. His gaze shifted upward.

My hardened nipple was pressed against his lips, but he didn't open his mouth — he just looked at me. I twisted my shoulders alternately, rubbing it against his lips myself, while the hand around his neck stroked the tense muscles of his shoulder and the back of his neck.

Looking down at him, I was struck again by how extraordinarily handsome he was. Rubbing my nipple against that flawless face, asking him for a sexual response… suddenly felt more intimate and provocative than any of the more direct acts during sex.

"Please do it for me…"

It was a desperate whisper.

I pressed my chest closer to him, as though holding him close against me. My nipple disappeared between his full lips. With the excitement building layer upon layer until it was almost unbearable, I was already straying from my usual self without any encouragement from him. I hadn't known that the deliberate withholding of touch could be just as stimulating as the touch itself.

"Hngh!"

Suddenly, he pursed his lips and sucked in the nipple he had been holding. The fierce pressure, as though he were squeezing it dry, made me throw my head back and bury my fingers in his hair.

"Ngh, ah! Hnngh…!"

He tightened his lips around my nipple and scraped the tip with his tongue, then took the whole areola into his mouth, biting and sucking at my chest so hard that embarrassing wet sounds escaped.

As he finally gave me what I wanted, tingling pleasure swept through my whole body. With my arms still around his neck, I fell back onto the two large pillows stacked behind me.

He settled over me, and the close fit of our bodies, pressed together without a gap, was deeply satisfying. My erection rubbed against his upper abdomen; his pressed against my inner thigh. When he began circling his hips, contact became friction.

Still sucking my nipple so fiercely that escaping air squeaked, he slid his right knee between my thighs and pushed outward, spreading my legs. His firm thighs pressed beneath the outer edges of my buttocks. His thick length pressed firmly against the skin between my balls and my opening, and as soon as our lower bodies met, he began rocking his hips.

It recalled his heated declaration that he wanted to put it in and move right now, and I couldn't help anticipating what it would feel like to have him inside me.

I had never thought about how it might feel to have someone inside me. It felt strange to want it now, as though it were the natural next step. But remembering how I'd responded in his bedroom last time, perhaps it wasn't so surprising.

Perhaps the desires I had suppressed and ignored in every part of my life were finding a distorted outlet in sex. Or perhaps I was simply, dangerously blind — wanting to give him anything he wanted.

Whatever the reason, I wanted him too. That alone was enough to govern me in this moment. Nothing was being forced on me.

He slipped his hand between our stomachs and reached deep between my spread legs to feel my opening. I immediately lost my hold on his neck and gripped his shoulder so hard I twisted the flesh.

"Why are you squirming?"

Leaving my nipple, he moved up and traced my lips with his tongue, smiling faintly. He had noticed how his hips moving, his erection grinding against my crotch, had excited me, and he was enjoying it. I didn't dislike that almost wicked expression.

"Here… it keeps twitching. As if expecting something."

He pressed steadily against my opening as though he might slide a finger inside at any moment, but his expression suddenly tightened. His lashes trembled at the corners of his narrowed eyes.

He felt all around my opening, then began rubbing with his whole palm, as though his fingers alone weren't enough.

"Hngh, ugh."

He seemed to be searching for something. There was almost none of the lingering sensuality or lewd intent in his touch now, yet my body was so sensitive that it flinched and trembled even at this almost clinical examination.

Had something gone wrong? I looked up at him, anxious but still flushed with excitement. He repeatedly rubbed beneath me with his palm, pressing and stroking around my opening with particular care, his brow furrowed as he kept looking back into my eyes.

I thought I understood.

He still hadn't completely dismissed the suspicion that I might be an Omega.

Last time, I had been nearly ignorant about Alphas and Omegas — but not now. I could guess his intentions to some extent.

Right now, he was probably searching between my legs for Omega arousal fluid.

I was a Beta, so no amount of pheromones would have any effect on me. He'd said so himself to the blond man only a few hours ago.

Or perhaps he was hoping I was an Omega after all.

But he was an Alpha who didn't even use his pheromones in bed, so there was no reason I needed to be an Omega.

He ended his search by slipping just a fingertip inside me, turning it as though gathering a dab of cream, then withdrawing his hand from between my legs. Right in front of my eyes, he ran his tongue over his hand and sniffed it, though there was nothing on it.

As he looked down at me and ran his tongue between his fingers, his face seemed rapt, as though he were breathing in a scent that brought on erotic hallucinations. Yet there was clearly nothing on those fingers.

Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he covered my face with his hand. His long fingers stretched across my cheeks, partially obscuring my eyes. When I blinked, my lashes brushed against his fingers.

He leaned closer and licked my lips through the gaps between his fingers. When his tongue slipped past my lips and touched the soft inner surface, I grew hazy too, as though hallucinating. Hesitantly, I put out my tongue and rubbed it against his, hot and wet. His tongue seemed an inexhaustible source of his scent.

Between his index and middle fingers. Between his middle and ring fingers.

We sought out and tasted each other's tongues as though playing hide-and-seek. What was it about this? Just having his fingers between us gave the kiss a tenderness edged with longing, making it all the more arousing.

Growing impatient, I rocked my hips and scraped and bit at his fingers. Through narrowed eyes, he watched every moment of my mounting excitement, every flare of it.

The longer we kissed, the stronger the twitching in my belly became—or rather, inside my entrance. His erection rubbing against my crotch and inner thighs was impossible to ignore. Whenever he gently ground his hips against me, it twitched as though it might push into me at any moment.

"Hnng, hng…"

He looked down at me as I twisted my hips, wanting him to rub more deeply against me. Then he raised his upper body and took hold of my ankles.

Without warning or hesitation, he lifted my ankles toward the ceiling and spread my legs wide apart.

"Ugh."

His serious expression made it more embarrassing. Spread in a wide V toward the ceiling, my legs were being handled like a doll's, so helpless I wondered if they had always been this way. He bent his head to look between them, and I shrank instinctively under that intent gaze.

"I couldn't see properly last time."

His voice was huskier than usual as he explained this embarrassing inspection.

"This is where I'm going to lick you with my tongue and fuck you with my cock. Of course I should get a good look first."

"L-lick me with what…!"

Before I could finish speaking, he pushed my ankles toward my shoulders. My knees bent, folding me in half. I tried to raise my upper body, but the weight pressing down on my ankles defeated the effort.

My face was between my knees. My erection, my balls, even my opening… everything I normally kept hidden between my legs was on full display, facing upward. I couldn't remember ever being in such an embarrassing position, one I'd have no reason to try under ordinary circumstances. I felt blood rush to my face.

And yet I couldn't deny that this embarrassment and shame only made it all the clearer that he and I were deeply immersed in an intensely private act, one we couldn't speak of to others.

Perhaps my head had grown dull from his scent, which hung heavily throughout the room like a diffuser's fragrance — to the point where I could no longer distinguish between shame and pleasure. In truth, too strong a scent can cause headaches. This sensation — languid and hazy, yet capable of sharply grasping the core of pleasure in an instant — was different from a headache in nature but similar in the way it clouded judgment.

Before I had time to struggle or resist, he caught my waist and lifted. My upper body slid down off the pillows while my lower body rose.

Everything between my legs was exposed at the height of his chest. He only had to lower his head a little to look or rub his tongue against me as he pleased.

I wrung out the last remnants of reason clinging to one corner of my mind, as if I wouldn't be able to face myself after this was over if I didn't even attempt this much.

I reached out to cover myself and stop him, but he was quicker. He lowered his head and drew the pointed tip of his tongue in a long stroke along the skin beneath my upturned balls.

"Haaa... ah!"

The sensation shot through my entire body, making my legs kick helplessly in the air.

"It only makes me more excited when you seem like you want to touch it yourself."

He lightly bit my fingers, which were belatedly trying to cover my opening. Any attempt to interfere would only make it backfire.

Looking up at his face as his tongue pressed against my opening between my fingers, I felt a trace of self-mockery. The thrill of it was stronger than my shame.

"Are you still shy?"

"Hngh, mmph..."

After licking firmly over my opening, he pressed the full flat of his tongue against it and rubbed hard as he asked.

"Don't worry. You'll forget all about it soon. Just like last time."

He scraped his teeth along the soft skin of my tightly puckered opening, taking it between them and biting. He kept sucking and releasing it, hard enough to make wet sounds, until the whole area between my opening and my balls glistened with his saliva.

The tense muscles around my opening softened. As my body loosened and opened, the sensation seemed to melt everything between my legs.

He was repeating the kisses he had lavished on my lips, but now down below… on the most intimate, private part of me.

I couldn't look away as his tongue, held firm, slowly descended and pushed inside me. He could see every part of me in this position, and I could see everything he did between my legs too — every kiss, every suck, every stroke, every push inside.

When his tongue couldn't go any farther, he curled the tip and dragged it along the inner wall as he withdrew. It barely lingered at the edge of my opening before pushing in again.

"Nnngh… hngh…!"

I gripped the sheets as his wet tongue moved in and out between my legs, appearing and disappearing. Even lying still, I was breathless. My erection, pointing upward, swelled and twitched without being touched.

His tongue thrust rapidly inside me, further breaking the rhythm of my breathing. The spacious bedroom filled with wet sounds as it rubbed against my inner walls, mingling with my panting and moans.

"Ah, s-stop… Hnngh! I don't like th-that…!"

With his tongue pushed all the way in, he flicked it against my inner walls and made me writhe. The unbearable tickling in a place I couldn't scratch made me buck my hips and nearly cry out.

In a tight, strained voice, I begged him to rub harder instead, to make it hurt.

He watched me plead, his gaze restless, but didn't give me what I asked for. When he finally drew his tongue out, my chest was heaving as though I'd just sprinted at full speed. My back was damp beneath the shirt I still hadn't fully taken off.

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled my hips closer against him, buried his nose and mouth against the skin between my balls and my opening, and inhaled deeply. He moved his head from side to side, biting and sucking all over my groin as though searching for traces of something precious he had hidden long ago.

His eyes flashed blue even in the darkness, and his broad shoulders, held tense, repeatedly rose and fell. They showed that he too was far from calm, that this foreplay was breaking down his reason.

He inhaled as though he might draw the soft skin into his nostrils, then raised his eyes to look down at me, his face still buried against that same spot.

I'm sure I left it right here, but I can't find it anywhere. That was the look on his face.

"Seo Yeehyeon-ssi."

"……"

Calling my name while burying his face between my legs — was this torment? Or part of the foreplay?

Was it because he had such a handsome face and a pleasant voice that I could feel pleasure even in this position, where he was freely playing with my most intimate parts?

I looked up at his face in a daze, my breathing still unsettled, thinking such disconnected thoughts.

"What are you, really?"

What was he asking about?

I searched my hazy, heated thoughts for an answer, but nothing came.

Perhaps, right now, I was nothing at all. Laid bare before him, rubbed and probed by him, I burned for him to reach deeper, for us to meet and rub together somewhere deeper still. That desire was the clearest part of me now. Beyond it, I was nothing.

He buried his nose and mouth against the soft skin beneath my balls, rubbing his face against me as he took another deep breath. His teeth and lips took turns nibbling around my opening, while the firm bridge of his nose prodded the tender flesh again and again.

He seemed to be quite taken with my groin. Otherwise, would he really press so close, biting and sucking like that?

As I watched him, my belly tightened in little spasms, and I kept clenching down below without realizing it.

As though something sweet were flowing from inside me, he took my opening into his mouth again, working his lips as he sucked, as if squeezing out and drinking what was there.

"Giving off a scent like this… and you're saying you aren't."

My consciousness was too hazy to be certain, but he muttered something to that effect, almost to himself, before finally lowering my hips back down onto the mattress. He raised an arm to wipe the sweat from his face, then crawled past me to the edge of the bed.

His glistening erection hung downward and swayed. I turned my head, panting as I watched it, my gaze probably heavy with desire.

He rummaged through the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube. Lube.

With his left leg stretched out alongside my shoulder, he lifted my hips and adjusted his hold on me, then squeezed lube generously between my legs.

"Ugh…"

My shoulders drew inward at the slight chill against my hot, damp skin. He only glanced down at me and kept squeezing out lube, enough for it to run over my balls and erection and into the cleft between my cheeks.

Just the feeling of the sticky fluid — now quickly warming — sliding over sensitive skin made my raised hips twitch.

I could picture my opening changing shape with every twitch, every change exposed to him, but I couldn't stop reacting.

He spread the lube over my groin with his palm, bit my right buttock, and steadily pressed one side of my opening with his middle finger.

"Hngh, hngh…"

I twisted my hips from side to side as my opening parted and the liquid trickled in. It opened farther, letting in more lube, and his finger slipped smoothly inside along with it.

It felt different from his tongue. I distinctly felt my opening stretch and the inner walls being rubbed by something with bones and joints, firmer than a tongue and yet more flexible.

I felt the base between his fingers catch against my opening. He turned his wrist in a full circle, sweeping the inner walls. His fingertip lightly scratched inside, almost tickling, and the muscles of my buttocks twitched. Each twitch made me tighten around him involuntarily.

At that unconscious tightening, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.

"Later, you can't do that. Squeeze like that and… you'll snap it off."

His strained voice revealed how aroused he was, and how hard he was holding himself back to work me open slowly and carefully.

My unconscious clenching seemed to have stimulated him. The speed at which he moved in and out began to increase.

His brow furrowed and his jaw clenched; he looked like someone struggling to contain an overwhelming rage. His arm tightened around my waist until my skin stung, but neither of us had the presence of mind to notice.

It was only one finger, but he drove it straight down inside me so quickly, without a wasted movement, that my whole body jolted as though he were pressing with the strength of his hips and lower body.

"Hah! Ah… Ngh…"

My trembling breaths followed the rhythm of his movements, so closely echoing what he was doing between my legs that they sounded obscene. The lube between his finger and my inner walls made the sounds wet and raw.

A part of his body was moving in and out of mine through a place too intimate to name. He was absorbed in thrusting rapidly inside me, aroused by it, panting like an angry beast.

Just being aware of that made my erection twitch. A thrill rose through me, like the feeling just before coming.

"So soft. Hard to believe you're a Beta."

With his elbow bent at a right angle, he thrust his finger inside so quickly I couldn't even make out how many he was using. All the while, he kept biting my right buttock.

"But this won't be enough for real sex. You need to open up more."

He seemed impatient now.

All through his caresses, as he worked me open, his erection had been pressing into my back. However great an Alpha's sexual stamina, after holding out this long in such a state, surely he couldn't bear much more without direct stimulation.

He lowered my hips and picked up the lube again. I could draw my legs closer together now that they weren't held in the air. The more comfortable position eased the tension in the muscles around my opening.

This time he squeezed the lube into his palm instead of directly onto my skin, then rubbed another layer over the soft flesh.

"Hngh, ugh."

Everything between my legs was so sensitive from his continued touch that even the slightest contact made me flinch.

With more fingers this time, the greater thickness slipped inside without difficulty. He spread them apart inside me to work in more lube. Whenever I gasped and moaned, my opening twitched and a little more seeped in. I hadn't imagined it could be so sensitive that I would feel every part of it.

"Ah, ugh, hngh…"

My hips lifted as his fingertips slowly moved deeper, circling against my inner walls as gently as a massage.

Watching my reactions closely, he straightened up. His fingers continued exploring inside me, as though spreading the lube evenly over every surface.

Keeping his left leg extended beside my right shoulder, he gathered my legs and laid them over his right thigh. This time they were close enough together that his hand was caught between my thighs.

"Ughhh… hngh…"

In that position, the deep, insistent pressure of his fingers tipped my chin up and made my raised hips tremble. Though his fingers were already all the way inside, he kept turning his wrist from side to side as though trying to reach farther.

Then he began pounding.

My insides had softened like ice cream melted just enough to eat. His fingers drove furiously in and out, fast and hard.

He pushed me upward with the full strength of his shoulder and arm, not just his fingers. My breath shook as though I were caught in a washing machine on its spin cycle.

With his fingers straight or curled, he worked shallowly around my opening, then drove deep as though he might push his whole fist inside. He varied the angle and depth but kept the same relentless speed. I could only shake my head and moan, no longer knowing which sensation I was responding to.

"Haa… ah, ngh…"

With my muscles loose and all the tension gone, his fingers moving inside me felt far more intense than when my hips had been raised and the muscles pulled tight. There was almost no resistance to the unfamiliar intrusion.

With each push, he seemed to fill me to the deepest point. The unfamiliar, stimulating fullness made me reach blindly for his calf beside my right shoulder and wrap an arm around it.

"D-deeper… too fast…"

I couldn't finish a word; every ending broke off. My breathing shuddered out of control, sounding unmistakably like moans. Tears gathered as I looked up at him, trembling, almost pleading. His eyes shone too as he looked down at me, biting hard on his lower lip. Veins stood out on the right arm he was using to make my body shake.

"Ugh, hngh. Mmph!"

Suddenly, he curled his fingertips and pressed hard against a particular spot. The unfamiliar sensation made my eyes fly open as I drew in a sharp breath.

A shudder struck inside me like a brief flash of lightning. I sank my teeth into his calf and frantically rubbed and caressed the hard muscles of his thigh.

"You're driving me insane."

"Hngh!"

He swore and pulled his hand abruptly out of me, like yanking the plug from a full bathtub.

He quickly changed position, pushing his knees between my thighs and spreading my legs outward again, then settled on his knees between them.

He slid his spread thighs beneath mine and wrapped his hand around his erection.

Given the weight its thickness and length suggested, the upright angle of his erection hardly seemed possible. Rising from thick pubic hair damp with sweat, it looked as though it could never fit inside me.

Holding the middle of his shaft, he positioned the head at my opening and rubbed the pre-cum glistening on its thick tip around the opening several times, as though it were some magical aphrodisiac that could make this seemingly impossible penetration possible.

He kept licking his lower lip as he did it. Then he took my hand, limp after his prolonged caresses, and pulled me upright. I found myself sitting on his thighs, straddling him.

He caught my half-removed shirt at the back of my neck and pulled it off, kissing my collarbone and upper chest as he did.

"This is the best position to keep it from hurting. Only let me in as far as you can without pain. I know my own size—I have some conscience. That's enough for me."

Perhaps I looked anxious as I gazed down. He took my hand and brought it to where our groins were rubbing together, letting me feel my opening for myself.

"See? It's still open."

His fingers overlapped mine as we fondled my opening together. The feeling was indescribably sensual. My eyelids fluttered and my chest rose. He rubbed his lips against my chest, then lifted his chin to lick my lower lip and whisper.

"Inside is even softer. I'm going crazy with anticipation."

He sucked in my lower lip and bit at it, looking up at me with eyes glistening as though he were dreaming.

Barely holding myself up on my knees, I gripped his shoulders and slowly lowered myself. He held his shaft firmly beneath me to keep it from being pushed aside. The wet head parted my opening and slowly eased in, more smoothly than I had expected.

I vividly felt a part of me that had never opened like this being stretched apart and filled. Yet there was no pain or discomfort.

He kept coaxing me into kissing him so I couldn't focus entirely on what was happening below.

We exchanged saliva, our tongues moving against each other. Savoring the tickling touch of his tongue against the soft inside of my cheek, I felt like a wad of cotton soaked through with his scent. His naked body, glistening with sweat in the dim darkness, was fragrance itself, and I — being licked, opened, and filled by him — was now a complete part of that fragrance.

As the layers of scent surrounding us grew thicker, our arousal intensified. Perhaps an excitement stronger than anything I'd felt before was numbing all pain, if only for now.

"Haa… ah, ugh."

Every time my face tightened, every little gasp as I bit my lip and released it, every time I bowed my head as though giving way and gripped his shoulder in pleasure—

He watched every reaction as I took him inside me, as though observing and recording each one.

I didn't want to hide anything either. Instead, I felt a fierce desire to lay myself completely bare before him, down to the deepest parts of my body and mind.

Each time I took more of him inside, his eyelids lowered and a sweet ah… escaped him. Seeing his face made me want to push him all the way in at once, rather than endure this tantalizingly slow entry.

"Harder… suck harder."

To hold back that impulse, I asked him to hurt me. He immediately obliged, biting painfully into the soft inside of my lower lip, where he'd been licking.

"How long do you think… I've been waiting for this?"

He had kept hold of his shaft, occasionally reaching up to caress around my opening and spread it to help himself in. As he asked, his hand explored the place where we were joined in a deliberately lewd caress.

I thought he had held back for a long time.

He hadn't been holding back as long as I had—I had been hard since our kiss on the terrace—but throughout the prolonged foreplay, he had resisted the need to relieve his intense arousal.

"See how well you're doing."

He took my lips into his mouth, bit lightly, and released them, then guided my hand down again.

I had thought getting even the head inside would be a miracle. Now I couldn't help marveling at how my body had adapted. More than a third of his intimidating length was already inside me. I could clearly feel how tightly it filled me, but the pain was so faint I hadn't realized we had come this far.

Without thinking, I turned my head to look down at my backside, though I couldn't see where he entered me from that angle. Perhaps the movement excited him. Until then, he had waited for me to move on my own, but now he thrust his hips upward and pushed deeper.

"Surprised? I knew you'd do well. Though… you're doing even better than I expected."

He laid his hand over mine so I could feel how my opening had stretched around him. Together we explored the slick place where our bodies met. The eroticism of it made me rock my hips, drawing him deeper inside.

"Was my imagination always this poor?"

He smiled faintly, showing how good it felt to be inside me. Yet his face was full of impatience, of wanting to let loose.

What exactly had he imagined, and how?

Even without hearing an answer, I thought I could roughly guess, and my hips twisted again.

Ugh. I tightened around his erection as though biting into it. His face contorted, and he sank his teeth into my jaw.

"From here on, I'll take over."

I brushed the hair out of his eyes and nodded. Like a child finally allowed a piece of candy, he eagerly lunged forward. He kissed me, and for an instant my body lifted before he laid me back on the bed.

"I'd rather get myself off than hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you. Don't be scared. Okay?"

He said it with a quick kiss on my lips. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. His heavy body pressed against my chest as he slipped a hand between my back and the mattress and gripped my buttock.

"I've held back long enough."

Muttering to himself, he pulled at the flesh of my buttocks to stretch my opening wider. At the same time, his thick, hot length forced its way deeper inside me, hard as an iron rod heated in a fire.

"Hah, ah... Mmph!"

My breath hitched and my belly pulled tight. His face contorted at the intense pressure of my body tightening around him. Seeing how my movements immediately brought a response from him made me keenly aware that we were connected.

"You would've felt uneasy doing this with the others in the same house, wouldn't you?"

"…"

I looked at his face as he whispered, his breath warm. Then, belatedly, a dazed ah… escaped me.

"Even in separate rooms, it's still a little awkward, isn't it?"

His face wet with sweat, he grinned, rolling his hips and grinding his lower body against mine.

I had thought he'd booked this hotel instead of the apartment where he said he usually stayed as a treat for nuna and hyung. But perhaps that wasn't the reason. Still, imagining he'd booked it in advance with a night like this with me in mind… seemed too great a leap. He was probably half-joking.

While I was reaching that conclusion, he covered me completely and rubbed his whole body against mine. The curves of his thick chest made it hard to breathe, and my erection pressed against his hard, sharply defined abdominal muscles. Our legs tangled, holding each other in place.

I stroked his broad back, tracing the contours of its muscles and touching him as freely as I wanted, twisting my body to help create that obscene friction. As we rubbed against each other, naked and pressed together, our skin seemed to melt. It felt as though my whole body, not just down below, was mingling wetly with his.

At first, he didn't try to push deeper. Still only partly inside, he circled his hips to work my opening wider. He seemed more intent on kissing and caressing, stroking my back, waist, and buttocks, and playfully pinching them.

Soon, though, the teasing was no longer just teasing. His scent rose strongly wherever our bodies rubbed. Holding each other close without a gap between us, he began lifting and lowering his hips.

He drew back, dragging against my inner walls as though pulling everything out of me, then slowly pushed in again, twisting his hips from side to side. He was no longer simply pushing inside; he kept withdrawing and filling me again. The repeated thrusts made my breathing tremble as though I were sobbing.

Still, I didn't close my eyes. Neither of us looked away as we watched every reaction to the penetration appear on the other's face, as though it would be foolish to miss this moment.

He moved with astonishing flexibility. Sometimes his hips traced wide circles against my opening; sometimes his body undulated in a wave from his shoulders to his buttocks. Sometimes he stayed at the same depth and moved in quick, small pulses, neither pushing farther in nor drawing back.

Each movement stirred an unfamiliar pleasure inside me. Spasms surged and flared, then receded, almost within reach but never quite caught, making my hips twist.

I moaned as though pleading and pulled him closer. I kneaded his tense shoulders and the back of his neck, tracing the curves of his bulging arm muscles. Keeping my eyes on his, I curled the tip of my tongue, hooked it against his, and rubbed.

He pulled back until only the head remained, then slid in again. My inner walls briefly tightened, shuddered, and were stretched open once more. As he rubbed past that tingling spot, the sensation seemed to seize my throat and toy with it.

"Haa, haa… hah. Ugh."

Holding him tightly around the neck, I buried my lips against his nape and breathed in his scent through my nose and mouth, forgetting my shame.

"Do you like my scent?"

His breathing was uneven too. I nodded frantically. He lowered his head in turn and repeatedly bit my ear and neck.

"I love your scent too… so fucking much."

Keeping his upper body pressed close to mine, he moved only his hips in quick pulses and caught my lips between his teeth.

"Where is it coming from? Here?"

He panted as he sucked at my lips, swollen as though they might split and bleed. Like me, he had lost all reason. The blue of his eyes had paled, leaving only their fierce shine.

"Or, here?"

"Haah, ugh."

He gripped my shoulders and pulled me down as he thrust his hips upward. My eyes flew open. It felt as though the head of his erection were pressing against my heart. His pubic hair touched my crotch. I had taken all of him inside.

Before I could take in the pressure filling me, he drew back. I distinctly felt the shape of the head drag across that tingling spot. Then he pushed in again, faster, rubbing hard against it.

"Hah, ugh… th-there…"

I kept readjusting my arms around his neck, biting my lip and letting it go. Pleasure seemed to set fire inside me, making my whole body draw inward and my limbs contract.

The lube already inside me mingled with the pre-cum he must have released there, and the sticky liquid leaked out with a squelch. Even without looking, I could vividly picture the thrusting between my legs. Every circuit in my head seemed to ignite, and my thoughts stopped.

"You said looking at my cock made your crotch tingle. Does it feel that good when I fuck you… is that why you're giving off your scent here? Fuck, it's here… here, isn't it?"

Every time he stressed here, he pushed all the way in and ground against me. By the end of his sentence, he was driving into me as though he might break me apart. Had I been in pain, the thrusting was merciless enough to call violence.

And yet I wrapped my arms around his neck, spread my legs, and moved my hips.

Sex felt good. I was discovering how good it felt with him, so good I could lose my mind. His scent alone made my body ache; just seeing his erection made me desperate. Everything he said was right. I wanted him to break me apart.

…I poured out those words.

It wasn't like last time, when I'd clung to his neck without seeing his face and whispered into his ear.

I looked straight into his eyes as I said those unbelievable things. I sucked his lips the way he sucked mine, tangled my tongue with his, and twisted my hips to stimulate him inside me.

The scent I inhaled with my nose pressed against his skin was like a drug.

I had been right. Last time and now, being in bed with him made me feel as though I were on drugs.

Exposing myself to someone in an embarrassing position, growing hot at his obscene whispers, becoming excited by saying such things into his ear… I was so unlike my usual self, surrendering to the shudders of sexual pleasure. It seemed to fit what little I vaguely understood about the effects of drugs.

There was sex addiction too, not just drug addiction. I thought I could understand why. Nothing was more exhilarating than breaking out of the rhythm of everyday life.

The things I said, so unlike my ordinary self and spoken when I was out of my senses, made his eyes flare fiercely. A deep, rough kiss sealed my mouth. Unlike his careful movements at the beginning, he no longer hesitated now that he knew my body had opened completely.

As he rubbed repeatedly over that sensitive spot, satisfying my craving, I felt myself nearing climax. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, seeking more stimulation for my erection trapped between our lower bellies.

"Ungh, ngh. Haaah!"

The next moment, I pushed his tongue out of my mouth—it had been blocking my throat—and writhed with pleasure intense enough to frighten me.

I had thought he was already as hard as he could be. Then I felt him swell inside me, expanding as though pushing my inner walls outward and sealing my opening completely.

It was knotting.

I knew it instinctively, though I'd never experienced it before.

My belly felt swollen, as though all my organs were being pushed upward. Even after pushing his tongue away, I still couldn't breathe. I opened my mouth wide and struggled to draw in air, but could only choke and gasp, like someone who had forgotten how to breathe.

Pain tingled through every blood vessel like a faint electric current. Alongside it, a pleasure that seemed capable of destroying and remaking me drew closer, pounding inside me like a sound that warned of something ominous to come.

It was a pleasure unlike anything I'd imagined, as though a massive boulder were crushing my whole body again and again. Yet the sensation wasn't merely blunt and heavy.

Saliva ran from the corners of my mouth. With my pupils dilated, I searched for him in terror.

Driven by instinct, he was completely gone too, panting as he thrust inside me in pursuit of climax.

The force of his erection thrusting in and out was beyond anything I'd felt from his fingers. It was as though he were demanding that my very being change, driving me swiftly to the edge of climax.

I writhed as the pleasure of coming boiled through my whole body and tried to push his shoulders away. He caught my hands, laced his fingers with mine, and pinned them to the sheets.

"Ngh, hnngh. Hah. Ugh!"

As I rubbed the back of my head against the sheets and came, something like an explosion struck inside my belly at the same instant.

The Alpha's release.

His semen burst into me so forcefully it seemed to batter my insides. There was enough to leak out even with the knot filling me completely. As I felt my inner walls grow wet and full, I too spilled my semen between our pressed-together lower bellies.

My moans were almost sobs. No, perhaps I really was sobbing. Even pinned beneath him, my whole body trembled. As he bit my lower lip and sucked at it frantically, I whispered that I was scared.

"It's okay. I'm right here."

Even after coming, he kept moving his hips to sustain the pleasure and showered my face with kisses. He licked around my eyes with such tenderness that I finally realized I was crying. The tears were a physical response, not sadness or loneliness. Even so, the moment I noticed them, something welled up inside me.

It's okay. I'm right here. Was he really saying that to me? His eyes were still unfocused, as though instinct had overtaken him, yet strangely, his words reassured me. With our fingers still interlaced, I gripped his hands tightly in return.

We kissed for a long time, still joined below, breathing in scent instead of air, so strong it seemed to numb my sense of smell. Just as the fear that had struck when he knotted began to fade, he suddenly stopped everything.

He reached down and felt where we were joined.

He tried to withdraw his penis quickly, but it was still knotted, gripping my inner walls and refusing to let go. Or perhaps I was the one who wouldn't let him go.

Whichever it was, he couldn't pull out of me, like a finger that needed a size-ten ring forced into a size-seven one.

His eyes had been drifting, languid with the pleasure of an Alpha's release... Now his gaze sharpened with sudden awareness, though it remained unsteady.

He spread my opening with his hand, trying to force his penis out.

Embarrassingly, even the difficult drag of his thick length against my inner walls as he withdrew made me twitch and shiver.

Frantically, as though out of his mind, he spread my legs and pushed his fingers inside to scrape out the semen. His erection hadn't subsided; it still twitched, wanting more — but he seemed unaware of it.

"I'm sorry… Truly, I am so sorry."

He kept apologizing, at least twenty times. It was strange to see him react so strongly to having knotted and come inside a Beta, when he seemed like someone nothing could fluster.

He seemed completely unaware that this attempt to clean me out was unnecessary. I caught his wrist and slowly sat up.

I was still feeling the aftereffects of coming after such prolonged foreplay. But from his reaction, there seemed little chance of enjoying any lingering touches, let alone building toward a second release.

"Director… you're an Alpha, right?"

"……"

It was a belated question, but we'd never spoken about it directly, so I asked anyway.

"I'm definitely a Beta. So… you don't need to worry."

"……"

"About pregnancy, or anything like that…"

He stared at me in silence for a long time, his eyes desolate, as though everything had been taken from him. They looked drained and empty, as though he had come face-to-face with the shabby, sordid side of life. For a moment, this large, solid man seemed as helpless and fragile as a boy. A clear, unclouded sadness pooled in his eyes.

"Yes… you're a Beta, Seo Yeehyeon-ssi."

Only after a long silence did he murmur those words. But he didn't look relieved. His eyes remained dazed and unfocused. It hardly seemed possible that we'd been so heated only moments before.

He withdrew his hand from between my legs and rubbed his face several times with his palm.

"I've probably… hurt you inside. As a Beta, Seo Yeehyeon-ssi, you wouldn't have been able to withstand the knotting."

He worried about whether I felt even the slightest pain from a tear or scrape and said I should go to the hospital right away. So far, though, all I felt was a tingling emptiness inside. And, although I couldn't tell him, the lingering pleasure was stronger. I almost felt it would be more comfortable if he filled that hollow space again. Contrary to his fears, I felt no particular pain.

One moment we'd been at the height of pleasure, whispering obscene things into each other's ears; the next, we were discussing practical concerns. The abrupt change made me draw inward, leaving me feeling off balance. But with him looking so shocked, I couldn't take his hand and pull him back, telling him I was fine and asking him to continue.

Besides, once he'd pulled out of me, exhaustion and sleepiness washed over me, making my whole body feel as though it were sinking. My energy was spent, wrung out. It was just like last time.

I told him I'd let him know how I felt tomorrow, once everything had settled, and that for now, nothing seemed particularly wrong. I hoped it would reassure him a little. He nodded, but his expression remained serious.

I was too sleepy to keep trying to convince him. Seeing the drowsiness on my face, he pressed my shoulder down and had me lie back. Saying we'd talk again tomorrow, he let the matter rest and pulled the covers out from beneath me, spreading them over my naked body before lighting a cigarette.

I blinked hard, wanting to watch him a little longer as he sat on the edge of the bed, slowly smoking and looking down at me. I didn't want to leave him alone with whatever was troubling him, but sleep was pulling me under with almost violent force.

He looked as though he'd come to his senses and realized with shock that he'd been hurting the person he'd just been so passionately entwined with… His gaze was confused and conflicted, with what seemed like a trace of fear of himself.

That was the image of him I held as I closed my eyes.