RACA 13

A searing pain shot through his throat, causing Eunsol to jerk his head back. His long, slender nape was exposed, trembling pitifully. The sight was like that of a deer torn apart by a leopard.

The area around the bite mark was already stained with splotches of blood. But Eunsol, his nerves entirely focused elsewhere, failed to notice the state of that spot.

“You should be grateful to me.”

Words reached his ears, yet comprehension proved difficult. Instead, the pheromones emanating from the Alpha who dominated him felt only more vivid. It was as if his entire body and mind were steeped in a heady, intoxicating scent.

Consequently, his consciousness grew increasingly hazy, leaving only instinct behind.

“Huh, hmm, uh…”

The moment he was tightly embraced within those broad, firm arms, the sweet scent emanating from Eunsol changed. Earlier, it had been like fresh strawberry juice; now, it was like honey, steeped and rich. Eunsol didn’t realize he was unconsciously tempting the Alpha.

“Haah, mmmph!”

The instant he thought he met his intense gaze, their lips pressed together. A taste like dark chocolate – bitter yet sweet, with a tangy bite – coiled around his tongue. Strangely, the more he tasted it, the more thirsty he became.

“Ah, ah, uhh, aah!”

As their lips parted, another moan escaped hid lips. With each sway of Pyo Jaebeom’s hips, a tingling pleasure flared like sparks. A shockwave surged up from below, more intense than before, like a ship crashing against rocks. His body, unable to withstand the accelerating pace, swayed wildly.

“Ah! Ah! Ahh…! Ah!”

His vision blurred and his ears rang. His lower back grew damp, and uncontrolled pheromones spilled out. Now truly frightened, Eunsol instinctively tried to push his hips away, but his large hands gripped his thighs.

“Let go, let me go… Huh, let me go.”

Instead, his body was pulled even closer, erasing the last sliver of space between them.

“It hurts… I want to stop…”

“Stop what? Your body’s begging for it.”

No. It’s not good. This is just… just…

His thoughts tangled, and he couldn’t even articulate what he wanted to say. Eunsol couldn’t hold back the sobs rising in his throat. Tears that had been precariously suspended at the corners of his eyes fell.

The alpha who had begun to covet every part of Eunsol, brought his tongue to the glistening corners of his eyes.

“Even your tears taste sweet.”

Eunsol couldn’t respond to this absurd sentiment that followed his swallowed tears. By now, Pyo Jaebeom had begun overwhelming him with movements incomparable to anything before.

“Hah! Ah! Ah! No, ah, ah, no! Stop, stop!”

Eunsol kept pleading, helpless. His limbs flailed in agony that seemed endless, his hips bucking.

“Huu, huu…”

But finding no escape, He cried, tears falling in thick drops. His leaking pheromones mingled with Jaebeom’s.

Strangely, He felt a contradictory urge, desiring this act to stop as if his mind would shatter, but also wanting it to continue.

Even as he protested, “No,” and “It hurts,” something boiling inside him threatened to erupt.

“…Ah!”

Simultaneously, Eunsol felt his vision go white. His ears rang, and a profound fullness surged within him.

For a long moment, they remained locked together, motionless. In this instant, he even felt he could entrust everything to the Alpha before him

“Haah…”

As he exhaled a long breath, the strength slowly drained from his body. Had he said this was his limit? He couldn’t tell.

Eunsol simply let go of consciousness.

•••

His body felt like lead weights. As if crushed beneath a massive boulder.

‘Is it a cold?’

Slowly waking, Eunsol checked his condition first. This sensation resembled the early symptoms of the brutal flu that struck him once a year.

“Ugh.”

Before fully regaining his senses, Eunsol groaned as he tried to shift his position. It wasn’t just his imagination, his limbs truly felt pinned down, immobile.

He forced his eyelids, sticky like they’d been glued shut, open. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, looked down. Only then did Eunsol understand his situation.

“Huh! What the hell is this?”

He blurted out the words without thinking, then frowned at his own reaction. His throat was sore, as if He’d been screaming his lungs out before falling asleep.

But there was a far more serious problem right now. It was the thick, muscular arm draped across his chest.

His gaze followed those solid muscles, and this time He gasped. Incredibly close, almost touching his nose, was an well-sculpted face.

‘What the hell, how did this… Ah!’

Slowly piecing together his memories, Eunsol finally recalled how this situation had come to be. Yesterday, He had sneaked into the study and bumped into Pyo Jaebeom. He had led his to the desk, where they had unexpectedly engaged in a messy act.

But it didn’t end there. Pyo Jaebeom had simply picked him up, carried him to the room He was using, tossed his onto the bed, and then again…

“Damn it!”

Eunsol let out a curse without thinking. His eyes squinted with intense focus as He glared at the face sleeping peacefully before him.

Even if humans are animals, failing to control one’s sexual urges is a crime deserving punishment.

Yet the Alpha before him had shamelessly drenched him in pheromones, ignoring his pleas to stop and satisfying only his own desires.

So my anger is justified, Eunsol mused, until a sudden memory made his pause.

That hushed voice whispering in his ear. And his own voice, stupidly repeating everything he told him to say.

‘Alright, you gave your permission.’

Then that satisfied growl that followed.

“Haa…”

Even if it felt like he was pushed into it, he was the one who agreed. If it wasn’t forced, Eunsol couldn’t really complain.

To be honest, he ended up clinging to him because it felt good. The sensations, heightened by stimulation and pleasure, were so intense that “good” barely covered it. This must be why they say Alphas and Omegas, intoxicated by pheromones, lose all restraint and roll around like beasts.

“Ugh…”

Carefully lowering the arms pressing against his body, He slid down onto the bed, a groan escaping his lips. ‘Ugh.’ He bent over, hands braced on his waist, then gasped, his mouth agape.

“Th-this…”

He could accept being naked. But the bright red scrapes between his thighs, the bites covering his calves, ankles, even his stomach, how could he explain that?

Eunsol buried his face in his hands. A flushed heat rose from his neck to his ears, and his toes curled and wiggled.

He rubbed his face and lifted his head. His gaze, filled with resentment, glared at the sleeping Alpha. Fine, last night they’d rolled around passionately, driven by mutual desire. But this? This was taking things way too far! This was truly the behavior of a beast with no self-control. Eunsol swallowed every curse He couldn’t bring himself to utter and stumbled out of the room.

“Ah, seriously…!”

Then he felt something flowing down his thigh and shuddered. He couldn’t bring himself to look down and confirm what it was.

Even now, He had to muster all his strength to close the door silently, fearing Jaebeom might wake. The sheer effort drew an involuntary sigh.

Though Eunsol moved desperately to avoid making a sound, Jaebeom had long since awakened.

He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one arm. He slowly replayed the image of his retreating back, which had vanished from his sight just moments ago.

The milky-white trail that had flowed down his back and thighs, covered in the marks he’d left behind. Instantly, his mouth filled with saliva, and the fresh scent of strawberries tickled his nostrils. Licking his lips at the urge to bite into him right then, he rose from the bed.

“Why hold back anyway?”

Because he was his.

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Eunsol stood before the mirror, blinking blankly. He marveled at how he could have slept so peacefully looking like this.

His entire body was covered in marks that looked like he’d been bitten, pale traces dried and crusted over here and there. Unless he’d sweated or drooled in his sleep, then that meant…

“Ugh…!”

Eunsol buried his face in his hands again and shuddered. He must be completely insane. Otherwise, how could He have ended up like this?

“My first kiss!”

And to think he’d just tossed away even the most important kiss, as if it were some bargain bundle deal. Of course, He wasn’t naive enough to harbor any romantic illusions about such acts.

Since dipping his toes into the entertainment industry, he’d unwillingly witnessed plenty of unsavory scenes.

“But this is just wrong.”