Chapter 482: I will stand these hands with your fluids

The kiss was a desperate, messy collision. It wasn’t the careful Ki-hoon anymore; it was the man who had been starving for this connection, finally allowed to feast.

As he pulled me closer, the wet fabric of his shirt pressed against my bare chest, the cold silk contrasting sharply with the furnace of my skin.

I let out a broken moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The heat was no longer a cage—it was a demand.

"Slowly," Jin-Yeok’s voice came from behind me, a low, steady anchor.

I felt Ki-hoon’s hands slide down to my waist to hold me steady so I wouldn’t slip on the damp sheets.

"Ki-hoon," Jin-Yeok called again. "Be careful so you don’t lose your head and hurt Jo-Pil."

Ki-hoon broke the kiss, his breath hitching as he stared down at me. His eyes were dark, almost black with the intensity of his Alpha instincts, but he was still trying to be the man I needed.

He seemed hurried... Desperate... My Pheromones were doing a lot to his mentality.

"Thank you, Jo-Pil," he whispered, and I interpreted that as him thanking me for keeping my first time for him just as I had promised.

He trailed his lips down my jawline to the sensitive dip of my neck, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of my tears and the sweetness of my sweat.

"Ahh—!" I trembled.

"I’ve got you," he rasped against my skin, feeling my tremors. "I’ve got you, Jo-Pil."

At my side, Seo-Jun was quite restless. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his red eyes fixed on the way Ki-hoon’s hand was beginning to map my ribs.

He reached out, his fingers trembling, and simply rested his hand on my thigh. He didn’t move it. He didn’t stroke. He just stayed there, his breathing heavy and ragged, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to shove Ki-hoon aside and claim his turn.

"Five minutes," Seo-Jun hissed, his voice rough and rushed. "You’ve got five minutes before I lose my mind, Ki-hoon."

Min-Cheol, on my other side, was much quieter. He was still clutching my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles with a soothing motion, as if trying to fix my frantic nerves.

He looked at me with a mix of awe and possessive adoration, his blue eyes shimmering. He was the ’baby,’ but the way he watched us—the way he tracked every flinch and every sigh—showed he was just as hungry as the rest.

I watched Ki-hoon finally take off the one glove that he kept on at all times. You know, that one he claimed to be stained, since he had used it to kill his father.

He looked at the hand, breathing softly, and then looked at me.

His eyes seemed to speak to me. It must’ve been my delirious mind because in that moment, I heard the words loud and clear even though Ki-hoon did not move his lips.

’I will stain these hands even more, but not with the blood of my kin, but the fluids of your body.’

I imagined it, right?

I’m not sure anymore because he used that very hand to hold my dick, and in that instant, as if it was the impact my body had been begging for, I came.

I didn’t expect it, but it was a release my body had been craving for.

I shivered, my grip on Min-Cheol’s hand tightening and my legs trembling.

"Ah," Ki-hoon exclaimed, but he did not stop. He stroked my dick a few times, and I did not fight it, knowing there was still a lot of that where it came from.

But he did not do it until I came. He shifted his hand down, past my balls, and found my entrance at the back.

"Mph..." I bit my lip, watching him as his fingers slid in with no restraint.

"You’re very wet down here, Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon said, breathing into my chest, and I shivered, feeling him move his fingers inside me.

He could very well put his cock inside me, and it wouldn’t hurt, given how prepared my body was. And he saw it as well, still, he made sure to stretch me out a bit more, scared that he would hurt me in any way.

"H-Hyung..." I called, my voice rasping impatiently. "Stop and... Give... Give it to me."

The others around me stiffened. And then they narrowed their eyes at Ki-hoon. How they wished to be the one being begged like that.

Ki-hoon also stiffened, and he looked up at my desperate cry. He nodded and shifted back, taking off his shirt and then unbuckling his pants, to free his raging cock, preparing to finally merge with me.

I looked at his throbbing cock, and swallowed.

This was it. I was finally going to... Do it.

He positioned his top at my entrance, and I felt this exciting bolt fill every vessel in my body.

But then, Ki-hoon paused. He looked at my face, searching for that flicker of fear I’d shown in the bathroom.

"Jo-Pil..."

I didn’t respond with words. I just wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, forcing his cock halfway in.

The sensation was a lightning strike. I arched my back, my head falling back into Jin-Yeok’s lap as Ki-hoon finally filled the void the heat had carved into me.

It was perfect.

It was the ’grounding weight’ I had been trying to find on my own, but a thousand times more intense.

I only managed to get him halfway in, but I knew there was still enough room to take him in completely.

"Hyung, you can still... Haa... Go deeper..." I said, and as if possessed by my words, he shoved the rest of his cock inside me, and I felt the air leave my lungs.

It was overwhelming, but it was the kind of pleasure my greedy body was looking for.

I felt my hips pop, but not so badly. I guess all my exercises were finally paying off.

But isn’t it ironic? I was crying and asking to be left alone, scared and frightened only a moment ago, only now to be craving their bodies this much and leaving no room for restraint.

If Ki-hoon starts moving, it’ll be the cherry on top.

But then, I felt it. A sudden, deep pressure.

Ki-hoon’s breath hitched, a guttural sound leaving his throat that wasn’t quite human. His body stiffened, his muscles coiling, and I felt the base of him begin to swell.

"Ki-hoon!" Jin-Yeok’s voice was no longer calm; it was sharp with warning. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"I... I can’t..." Ki-hoon gasped, his face buried into the crook of my neck as his body took over. "Jo-Pil, I’m sorry... it feels too good... I can’t stop it."

What was he talking about? I wondered and then felt the swelling even more.

Ki-hoon was knotting me.