I couldn’t even form words.

My breath was coming in short, jagged hitches, my head resting forward against his shoulder as he drove deeper, finding that one sensitive spot and keeping himself there.

The ’brave bird’ he called me was currently grounded, wings clipped by the sheer weight of his presence.

"Stay with me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low slur that made my vision blur. "Don’t drift off. I want you to feel exactly how much room I’m taking up inside you."

He was doing more than I imagined he would do.

The Jin-Yeok from my past life as Jo-Pil was one who didn’t care at first, got inside me despite my struggle, and just left once he was done.

It was because of his lover then, but as he began to fall for my warmth, he did so much more. And it was agonizing even then; the attention was hell.

And it was even harder after he intentionally killed his girlfriend then, and focused his full attention on me. Using me to ’recover’.

I shut my eyes, my fingers digging into his back.

Recalling the memories now did nothing but make my heart feel restless.

Jin-Yeok pulled out until he was almost out, making me whine and arch my back in a silent plea, only to plunge back in with a slow, heavy force that stole the air from my lungs.

And the whole time, the talking never stopped. He narrated the way my skin was flushing, the way my scent was spiking, and the way I was trembling under him.

"You’re so greedy today," he whispered, a hint of a dark smirk in his tone. "Even after two of them, you’re still this tight. Still this desperate. It’s almost as if you were made specifically to be filled by us."

Now he was talking like Seo-Jun. They do have a similar vibe when they’re in bed. That dangerous, nearly sadistic vibe.

My heart was thundering against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of pleasure. I felt the tension building, a coil winding tighter and tighter in my gut. Jin-Yeok sensed it too. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the scent gland on my neck—not biting, just marking the territory with his heat.

"That’s it. Give it to me, Jo-Pil. Let me hear you."

I broke. A shattered, vocal cry tore from my throat as the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of Jin-Yeok’s voice and the crushing sensation of his ejaculation deep inside me.

I came so hard my entire body went rigid, my fingers digging into his arms as he let out a low, satisfied groan, filling me with a heat that felt like it would mark me forever.

But he did not go close to my nape, so I was certain he did not mark me.

He stayed there for a long moment, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing the only sound in the quiet room. He didn’t pull away immediately; he savored the aftershocks, his hand smoothing back my damp hair with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

"Well done," he whispered, one last vibration against my skin.

But as he slowly pulled out, the silence was punctured by a long, dramatic sigh from the foot of the bed.

Min-Cheol was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, his blue eyes fixed on me with a look of pure, raw longing. His face was flushed red, as he had reached his limit, trying to stay calm while he inhaled my Pheromones, and he looked like he was about to vibrate right out of his skin.

"Is it my turn now?" he asked, his voice a mix of a whine and delight. "Please tell me it’s finally my turn."

I looked at him, my eyes heavy and my body feeling like lead, but as our eyes met, I saw the fierce hunger in him—the ’baby’ who had waited through three storms just to get to his sun.

Min-Cheol didn’t wait for an answer. He moved like a coiled spring suddenly released, crawling up the bed until he was looming over me.

"Finally," he whispered, his voice cracking with the strain of his wait. "I thought I was going to die watching them, Hyung. My heart... feel how fast it’s going." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his bare chest. It was drumming in an erratic, frantic, and loud manner. His skin was burning, slick with sweat that smelled of his sharp, clean Alpha scent.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his blue eyes wandering over my wrecked form—the marks of the others, the flush of my skin, the way I was draped across the pillows like broken silk. "And you’re all mine right now, Hyung. Just mine."

He didn’t have Ki-hoon’s roughness, Jin-Yeok’s calculated baritone, or Seo-Jun’s practiced smirk.

Min-Cheol was all instinct. He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling so deeply it felt like he was trying to pull my very soul into his lungs. He nipped at my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my throat, making me let out a high, shaky whine.

"Hyung... please," he gasped against my skin. "I want to be inside you so bad it hurts."

He lifted his body and then touched his pink cock. I looked at it, and the color was pale in comparison to his pink hair, but it was still pink regardless.

"Here," Min-Cheol said, placing the tip over my dropping entrance, and I shuddered. "I’m going to put it right here. And I’ll go deep inside you,"

He looked up and watched my expression, how I bit my lip and anticipated his entrance.

His hands began shaking as he gripped my waist. He was the youngest, but there was nothing ’little’ about his cock, and about the thoughts of me that were swirling in his head.

When he finally pushed inside, he didn’t go slow. He surged forward with a desperate, clumsy hunger, his entire body shuddering as he finally found his home.

"Haaa—! Little Min!" I cried out, my fingers digging into his biceps. "Slow... Slow down."

"I can’t... Hyung. Ngh, I’m doing my best, but I’m at my limit."

He was frantic. He moved with a pace that was breathless and clinging, his hips slamming into mine as if he were trying to merge our bodies into one.

He kept his eyes locked on mine the whole time, his expression a mix of worship and a fierce, terrifying possessiveness.

"Please, don’t look at them," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Just look at me. I’m the one here now. I’m the one holding you."

He was like a storm—unpredictable and overwhelming. Every thrust was a declaration of how long he had waited, how much he had hungered, and how much he loved me. I felt the others watching from the shadows of the room, their heavy pheromones still thick in the air, but Min-Cheol had created a world where it was just the two of us.

"I love you, Hyung," he sobbed out, his movements reaching a fever pitch. "I love you so much it’s breaking me."

I watched the tears roll down his face and then reached up to brush the tears away.

"It’s okay, Little Min," I said softly and then wrapped my arms around him. "I love you too,"

His breath hitched, and in that moment, without meaning to, he came.

It took me by surprise, and he flushed, embarrassed.

"Sorry, Hyung, hearing you say those words now just felt so good, I..." He shook his head, and I brushed my fingers over his hair.

"It’s fine. You can keep going."

"That’s not fair, though," Seo-Jun said, but Min-Cheol had already started thrusting again.

Despite just cumming, he still had a lot of fight left in him.

And I moaned to his thrusts, feeling the intensity of his feelings and his intentions towards me.

It was warm.

As the final wave of the night gathered, Min-Cheol didn’t pull back. He clung to me, his arms wrapping around my back, pulling me so close there wasn’t a sliver of air between us.

"Cumming... Hyung... Haaa...!"

When he finally came again, it was with a loud, broken cry that echoed through the room, his body spasming against mine as he poured everything he had into me.

Once the tension subsided, I fell back into the pillows, my mind finally going dark as the exhaustion and the pleasure turned into a heavy, warm blanket.

The long night was finally over.

Or so I thought.

The four of them hovered over me, watching me with grins on their lips and their cocks fully erected, threatening to puncture my inside.

"What...?"

"It’s not over yet,"

From then on, they moved gently, as if they had rehearsed their coordination beforehand.

They used every opening they could, my hands, my hole, my mouth, spinning me around, bending me over, and making sure there was no part of me left untouched.

After they were sure my body was used to them, they didn’t act too carefully, but they weren’t too rough either.

They treated me like I was the center of the universe, not a star to be stared at, but a person to be cherished.

"I love you guys," I muttered into the silence once it was finally over, my head falling against Ki-hoon’s shoulder.

"We know," he whispered back, kissing my temple. "And we’re going to spend every day making sure you never have to doubt that we love you back. Not as our Omega. As Jo-Pil."

Then, my eyes fell on the gold lily brooch sitting on the dresser, and I finally believed what Jin-Yeok had said in the car.

I was unbreakable.

Because they were my shield, and I was their heart.