I didn’t even remember this was possible. I had forgotten. Maybe it was because knotting had only happened once in my past life. And it was from Seo-Jun.

It never happened again after that.

And because all this time, while we did little sex plays, handjobs, and blowjobs, it never happened, so it slipped my mind.

Alphas could knot. It happens when their penis just feels too good, but isn’t ready to cum yet.

The heat in my belly flared into a blinding white light, and for a few seconds, the world simply ceased to exist.

The silence that followed in the room was deafening.

It hurts. Not too much. As long as Ki-hoon doesn’t move, nothing will happen but... How long is this going to last?

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Seo-Jun snarled, throwing his head back in a silent roar of frustration. He stood up from the bed, pacing the small space of the rug like a caged animal. "A knot? Now? We had an agreement, you bastard!"

"It wasn’t... intentional," Ki-hoon breathed, his forehead resting against mine. He was shaking, his pulse thundering against my own.

He looked exhausted, blissed out, and definitely did not care about the three glares directed at the back of his head.

Min-Cheol let out a whine, his grip on my hand tightening.

"Hyung... that’s not fair. Now we have to wait."

Jin-Yeok didn’t move his hands from my head, but I felt tension rising in his pulse. His pheromones shifted, turning heavy and dark with a simmering irritation.

"You’re lucky we’re in a house and not in the back of the limousine, Ki-hoon. Or I would have thrown you out the window."

Ah, that was very harsh of him.

I looked up at them, my vision finally clearing as the peak of the first wave subsided. I was locked to Ki-hoon, trapped in the most intimate way possible, while the other three stood watch like disgruntled guardians.

The absurdity of it—the most powerful Alphas in the country pouting because they had to wait for a biological timer—made a small, tired laugh bubble up in my chest.

They looked at me, stunned to hear the little laugh escape my lips.

They probably didn’t expect me to laugh in this situation.

"I’m okay," I whispered, reaching out a hand toward Seo-Jun. "I’m not going anywhere. It’ll be over soon."

Seo-Jun stopped pacing and looked at my hand, then at my face. He let out a long, defeated sigh and sat back down, taking my hand and kissing the palm.

"You’re damn right you aren’t."

I closed my eyes, leaning into Ki-hoon’s warmth while the others hovered close.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Felt his veins bulging and listened to his breathing.

I thought my body would flare up, demanding movement, but it went calm, probably feeling the knot and knowing nothing can be done about it.

But then, Ki-hoon started stroking my dick, catching me by surprise.

He didn’t want me to be starved of the attention my body needed, and in no time, I came again.

I was like a leaking pipe at this point, and no matter how many times I came, I still got hard again.

It was embarrassing, feeling like my body was probably broken.

Then, I felt Ki-hoon’s lips fall on my shoulder.

"I’m sorry," he whispered again, his lips brushing against the sweat-damp skin of my shoulder.

He looked utterly spent as he stayed locked inside me.

"I didn’t mean to keep them waiting. It was just... you’re so warm, Jo-Pil. Your insides felt so good that I lost my footing."

I don’t think he needs to tell me a hundred times for me to understand that he felt too good and couldn’t stop himself from knotting me.

I get it.

I let out a soft, huffing breath.

"It’s okay, Hyung. Just... don’t stop touching me."

He didn’t. Even though he couldn’t move his lower half without causing us both a sharp, stinging discomfort, he wouldn’t let me go cold.

His hands roamed over my chest, his fingers circling my nipples until they were aching and perking.

I trembled, recalling I had quite the sensitive nipples.

When he lowered his head to suck on my left one, a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my core.

"Ah—!" I arched my back, my grip on Min-Cheol and Seo-Jun’s hands hardening just a fraction.

At the same time, Jin-Yeok leaned down from behind me. His hands cupped my jaw, tilting my head back until our eyes met. He didn’t say anything, but the way his thumb swept across my lower lip was a silent demand.

He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of mint and possessiveness.

Min-Cheol didn’t want to be left out either. He leaned over, his blue eyes soft with a boyish longing, and began to kiss my arm, tracing the kisses until he got to my shoulder, his breath hot against my sensitized skin.

"I’ll wait, Hyung," he murmured against my flesh. "I’ll wait as long as it takes."

Seo-Jun interlaced our fingers so tightly that it almost hurt.

"You’re a mess, Jo-Pil," he growled, though his thumb was stroking my pulse point with surprising tenderness. "A beautiful, leaking mess."

It felt like an eternity, but with all that we were doing, there was no way for me to think about just one point, and finally, I felt the pressure begin to subside.

The tight, pulsing seal of the knot slowly started to deflate.

Ki-hoon let out a long, shuddering groan, his muscles coiling once more as the biological release finally allowed him freedom of movement.

"It... It’s passing," he gasped.

The moment he felt himself slip free of the lock, Ki-hoon didn’t pull away. Instead, he gripped my hips with a sudden, renewed strength, his fingers digging into my skin.

He didn’t say anything else and just drove back in, the full length of him hitting me deep inside with a wet, heavy thud that made my eyes roll back.

"Haa—! Ki-hoon!" I screamed, my legs locking around his waist.

He wasn’t being ’careful’ anymore. Now that the knot had broken the tension, he was moving with a primal force, as if counting the minutes he had left.