CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39

Yu Jin’s POV

I woke up sore and still fucking starving.

Park Min was dead asleep on his stomach, sheet twisted around his waist, back scratched to hell from my nails. The room smelled like cum and sweat and the kind of sex that ruined people.

I wasn’t ruined enough.

I’d popped two of those little blue pills in the car on the drive here yesterday. Meant for alphas with heat problems. Works just as well on an omega who wants to be wrecked for twelve hours straight.

I was barely halfway.

I slid out of bed, legs shaking, cum still leaking down my thighs from the two rounds he gave me before dawn. Didn’t bother cleaning up. I liked it dripping.

The bathroom was tiny. Cracked mirror, shitty shower, one of those plastic bath mats that sticks to your skin.

I turned the water on scalding and stepped in.

Two minutes later I heard the door creak.

Park Min stood there, hair a mess, eyes still sleepy, dick already half-hard like his body knew what was coming.

I leaned against the tile, water pouring over me, and crooked a finger.

"Get in."

He didn’t argue.

The second he stepped under the spray I grabbed his throat and shoved him against the wall.

"You thought we were done?" I laughed, low. "I took something yesterday. I’m nowhere near done."

His eyes went wide.

I dropped to my knees, water pounding my back, and sucked him into my mouth in one go. No teasing. Straight to the back of my throat until I gagged and kept going.

He groaned, hands flying to my hair.

I pulled off just long enough to talk.

"Fuck my face. Hard. Like you hate me."

He did.

Ten minutes later my jaw ached, spit and water running down my chin, and he was shaking, trying not to come.

I stood up, turned around, braced both hands on the wall, and pushed my ass back.

"In. Now. Don’t be gentle."

He slammed into me so hard my feet slipped. Water made everything sloppy and perfect. He gripped my hips and fucked me like he was trying to split me open.

I reached back, grabbed his wrist, moved his hand to my throat.

"Tighter," I rasped. "Make me feel it tomorrow when I’m sitting across from your investors pretending I can walk straight."

He squeezed. I saw stars.

I came just from that no hand on my dick,shooting against the tile with a broken moan.

He followed right after, pumping me full again, hips jerking like he couldn’t stop.

We stayed like that until the water started going cold.

He pulled out slow. I felt every inch.

I turned around, kissed him filthy, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Breakfast," I said against his mouth. "I’m still hungry."

We threw on clothes like nothing happened. Me in his oversized shirt and nothing else. Him in sweats that did nothing to hide how hard he still was.

The motel had a tiny kitchenette down the hall. One table. One old man reading a newspaper in the corner.

We sat across from each other.

I ate two bites of toast, then slid my bare foot up his thigh under the table and pressed it against his dick.

His fork froze halfway to his mouth.

I smiled, all sweet. "Problem?"

He glared. Tried to move my foot.

I pressed harder.

Ten minutes later the old man was gone and I was bent over the table, shirt shoved up to my neck, Park Min’s face buried between my legs.

He ate me out like a starving man tongue deep, lips sucking, nose pressed against me while I gripped the table edges and tried not to scream loud enough for the whole motel to hear.

I came twice on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, cum and spit dripping down his chin when he finally came up for air.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes black.

"My turn," he growled.

He yanked me down to the floor, pushed me onto my back right there on the nasty carpet.

I opened my mouth without being asked.

He fed me his cock slow at first, then faster, fucking my throat until tears ran and my jaw went numb.

I swallowed around him, hummed, dug my nails into his ass to pull him deeper.

He pulled out at the last second and came all over my face, my neck, the shirt,thick ropes that kept going and going.

I licked what I could reach, stared up at him, and smiled.

"Still not enough," I said, voice wrecked.

He dropped to his knees, kissed me hard, tasting both of us.

"You’re going to kill me," he muttered.

"Oops," I whispered. "Die inside me, then."

We didn’t make it back to the room.

He pushed me onto the table again, spread me open, and slid back in while I was still leaking everything he’d already given me.

Slow this time. Deep. Grinding. Eyes locked.

Every thrust pushed yesterday’s cum and today’s out around him, down my thighs, onto the table.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly deeper.

"You did this," I panted against his mouth. " You turned me into this greedy fucking mess. It’s your fault I need it raw. It’s your fault I need it constantly. Your fault I’m dripping down my legs every time I think about you."

He groaned, hips stuttering.

"Say it," I demanded.

"My fault," he rasped. "All mine. I made you like this. I’ll keep you like this."

I came again, clenching around him so hard he followed right after, filling me up for the fourth time in twelve hours.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his forehead against mine.

I laughed, shaky and ruined.

"Check-out’s at eleven," I said.

He kissed me slow.

"Then we’ve got three more hours."

I bit his lip.

"Make them count."

*Sniff sniff*

What’s that scent, Min you’re emitting pheromones?