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The cruel words didn’t match the soft smile on his face. Jaemin’s toes curled inward. A primal fear crept up his calves.

“⋯⋯Don’t talk nonsense.”

Jaemin growled, and Ihyun’s smile deepened. He blew his bangs up with a puff of air.

“If you want to know whether it’s nonsense, bite again.”

Each word was ground out as Ihyun leaned in to kiss him again. The sharp scent of blood filled Jaemin’s mouth in an instant. He shrank back like a turtle retreating into its shell.

He had thought that before their lips met, he would bite again, and if they could cut off his limbs, so be it. But now, he couldn’t even think of biting.

Ihyun’s blood⋯⋯ His blood was so delicious. Oh my god. How could blood taste good? It didn’t make sense.

But it was true. It was a different taste from the pheromones he had only smelled through his nose. It wasn’t sweet, and he knew it was the taste of blood, but it was still delicious. Not like chocolate or fruit, but like the ice-cold water you drink after rolling around in the summer heat for hours. It felt like quenching a thirst he hadn’t even realized he had.

Jaemin grabbed Ihyun’s collar and desperately sucked in the blood. He wanted to fill his starving stomach with his blood and flesh.

Was this a murderous urge fueled by rage, or was it twisted lust?

He couldn’t tell.

As Jaemin’s lips pressed against Ihyun’s intensely, Ichan spread apart Jaemin’s soft thighs and settled between them. Jaemin’s alpha-aroused erection twitched in greeting. Ichan chuckled and tapped it lightly with his finger.

“Mm!”

Despite the small teasing, a heavy moan escaped Jaemin’s lips. Ichan smiled. It was a satisfying sound. But he didn’t touch Jaemin’s penis any further. If you’re an omega, you should feel it from the back, not here.

Ichan’s hand traveled lower, meeting the soft entrance. As he scratched it lightly with his thumbnail, the puckered wrinkles were vivid to the touch. It wasn’t wet yet, which provoked an unexplained sadism.

Ichan pressed his thumbs firmly against the sides of the hole. The soft flesh of Jaemin’s buttocks squished as the hole opened like it was speaking. A trickle of wetness seeped out. It wasn’t much, but it was the slick preparing to take in what was coming.

Ichan immediately thrust in his index finger. Jaemin’s thighs flinched, but he didn’t voice any pain. It meant that a single finger no longer hurt him.

Ichan inserted his middle finger as well. The hole was tighter and hotter than before, causing saliva to pool between his molars. His spine tingled in anticipation that Jaemin might be able to take all of him this time. His hand moved rapidly back and forth. It felt like the hole was sucking on his knuckles.

“Ugh, uh, ah⋯⋯! Mm⋯⋯.”

As Ichan’s hand quickened, Jaemin’s head wobbled and his neck twisted. This caused Jaemin and Ihyun’s lips, which had been tightly locked, to misalign repeatedly. Ihyun, frowning, scratched Jaemin’s lower lip with his upper teeth as he pulled away.

Just then, Ichan’s fingertips scraped perfectly against a spot on the inner wall. It was firmer and more swollen than the surrounding tissue.

“Ah!”

Jaemin’s back arched. Every muscle in his body melted, as if he were an ice cube dropped into boiling water. A prickling pleasure tickled his veins.

A wicked smile spread across Ichan’s lips. It seemed Jaemin was finally feeling it from the back. He rubbed the swollen spot again with his finger. He pressed down on it, and then rubbed it side to side. Jaemin’s slender thighs tensed, the muscles standing out.

“Ah, what, what⋯⋯ Ahh!”

Startled by the unfamiliar pleasure, Jaemin grabbed onto Ihyun’s collar. His face, flushed red, was full of confusion. Ihyun, looking at him affectionately, pried Jaemin’s hand off his clothes and instead intertwined their fingers.

Ichan spread his index and middle fingers apart like scissors. Unlike before, a thick, sticky fluid gushed out. It was the slick signaling that Jaemin’s omega body was ready to accept an alpha.

After one last sweep of the inner wall, Ichan withdrew his fingers. He licked the slick off his fingers, savoring the sweet taste.

Then Ichan positioned his tip at Jaemin’s entrance. Back when Jaemin was a beta, he had struggled to get fully erect. But now, his veins bulged, eager to invade Jaemin’s depths.