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All vows are sealed in flesh — Embossed on a bloodletting manual, origin disputed

THE WORLD NARROWS TO THE SCENT OF BERGAMOT AND JASMINE, THE ROOM SPINNING AS JEONGHAN PRESSES IN CLOSE TO YOU. You think Jeonghan could crawl into the cathedral of your ribcage and not be close enough. You pull him into you further, the heat of him against your back and Seungcheol to your front enough to make you whimper.

A broken sound tears from your throat before you can swallow it down. Your hips roll instinctively, legs squeezing Seungcheol's thick thighs. He makes a desperate sound as you chase friction - desperate for it - against the thick, hard line of his cock straining against his pants.

"Easy, baby," he murmurs, voice rough.

One large hand settles possessively at the small of your back, warm and steady, while the other cups the back of your neck, thumb stroking over your racing pulse. His lips find the sensitive skin just below your ear, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that make your lashes flutter and your breath hitch.

Jeonghan shifts closer behind you, his slim body molding perfectly to your back. His breath ghosts warm over the shell of your ear as his fingers trace slow, deliberate circles over your hip bone.

"So pretty, Wildheart," he purrs. "You're burning up, though. Can you let us help? We want to make it better."

You nod frantically, words failing you as you rock against Seungcheol again, the friction pulling another desperate, needy sound from your lips. Jeonghan’s hand slides up your spine, gentle but firm, encouraging the movement of your hips as he laughs against your neck while Seungcheol drags his tongue over your scent gland.

It nearly knocks you out cold. You make a sound you've never made before, the feeling of Seungcheol's wet tongue against your skin maddening. Having them close to you like this suddenly becomes the only thing you've ever wanted, wrapped up in them so tightly you think you'll die if they pull away.

"Breathe," Jeonghan whispers, lips brushing the nape of your neck. "I know it's overwhelming. Take what you need from Seungcheol, baby. He'll give you anything you want, he's a sweet alpha."

Seungcheol’s breath hitches sharply against your neck at Jeonghan’s words. His grip on your waist tightens, helping guide your hips into a slower, more deliberate grind against the thick ridge of his cock. The pressure is perfect and maddeningly not enough all at once. You whimper, chasing the feeling, lips parted as you tilt your head further to give Seungcheol better access to your throat.

Jeonghan chuckles softly, the sound warm and pleased against your skin. “See? He’s already desperate for you. Kiss me, baby."

You'd deny Jeonghan nothing, and you don't deny him now. You turn toward him blindly, seeking the heat of his mouth. His lips press against yours, slotting softly. You reach up toward him, threading fingers into his long hair, tugging as your tongue slips past his lips while your other hand grips the side of Seungcheol's neck.

Jeonghan hums approvingly, kissing you deeper while his hands stay firm on your hips, helping you roll against Seungcheol in a steady rhythm while the alpha groans against your neck. His mouth is hot and wet as he kisses and sucks at your skin, teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder.

Each drag of your pussy against him sends sparks shooting up your spine, endless and addicting. The fabric between you is soaked with slick, making the glide messy but too restricted.

"You smell so good," Seungcheol rasps, voice strained. "Fuck."

The praise makes your head spin. You moan into Jeonghan’s mouth, the sound swallowed by another deep, consuming kiss as your hips stutter against Seungcheol. The heat inside you coils tighter, every nerve alight and begging for more. Your skin feels too tight, too hot, too sensitive.

Seungcheol's solid chest against yours with Jeonghan pressed to your back makes you drown in them, the sensation so overwhelming that you don't know what to ask - don't know what you need.

Jeonghan, as always, senses exactly what is on your mind. He pulls back just enough for your lips to brush against yours when he says, "You don't know what to ask for, do you?"

"No," you whisper.

"That's okay. I'll help you, okay? I'll tell you what you need."

Nodding, you swallow thickly, your eyes glassy and unfocused as you look up at him. His gaze is dark, pupils blown wide with want even though his heat is nowhere in sight. The realization that he wants you even without it is maddening, your breath catching in your chest as he grins and presses a kiss to your nose.

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan says, turning to the alpha. "Lay down."

Seungcheol doesn’t hesitate for even a second. He shifts beneath you, sliding down the bed until he’s flat on his back, eyes never leaving yours. There’s a raw, desperate edge to the way he looks up at you, reverent in a way that's new and that makes you shiver. His hands rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking circles as his chest rises and falls rapidly while he breathes shakily.

Behind you, Jeonghan shuffles you forward and presses a soft kiss to your temple. His fingers work the hem of your tunic, tugging it up and over your head easily. The cool air of the room hits your feverish skin and you shiver violently. His hands skim up and down your arms, warming you up.

"We're gonna let Seungcheol taste you," Jeonghan murmurs. "I bet he's been dying to take care of your pretty pussy."

Seungcheol makes a low, wrecked sound at Jeonghan’s words, his hands tightening on your thighs. His eyes are nearly black now, fixed hungrily where Jeonghan helps you shuffle out of your pants, the fabric scraping against your soft thighs.

The moment you're bare, Seungcheol makes sound deep in his throat, his hands going to your thighs, warm and rough. Jeonghan’s palm smooths soothingly down your back, guiding you to lean forward until your legs bracket Seungcheol's head.

"Good," Jeonghan coos. "Knees there, mhm. Nice and slow."

Seungcheol’s hands slide up to grip your hips firmly, steadying you as you hover uncertainly above him. You can feel the heat of his breath fanning against your dripping core, and it makes your thighs shake, muscles jumping. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse throbbing as Jeonghan hooks his chin over your shoulder.

"He wants it so bad," Jeonghan laughs, grinning. "Don't you?"

Seungcheol nods. "Please. Need it so bad, baby."

With Jeonghan's hands on your hips, you let him guide you down, the smell of his jasmine and honeysuckle overwhelming. "Lower - you can sit. He can take it. Don't hover."

The first brush of Seungcheol’s mouth against your soaked folds pulls a sharp, broken cry from your throat. His tongue licks a broad, messy stripe from your entrance all the way up to your swollen clit, groaning deeply at the first taste of you. The sound vibrates straight through your core, making your hips jerk involuntarily. Seungcheol’s hands tighten on your hips, holding you in place as he licks again, slower this time, savoring.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, falling forward a little.

Jeonghan holds you up, his arms wrapping around you as he keeps you pressed tight to his chest.

"Let him eat," he teases. "Seungcheol has been so patient, hasn't he? He's liked you for so long, you don't know the half of it."

Jeonghan's words make you and Seungcheol moan in unison. Seungcheol’s tongue works messily, lapping at your pussy, circling your swollen clit with broad swirls before he sucks it into his mouth greedily. His pace between long, slow licks and quick, sharp flicks makes your thighs tremble, eyes fluttering shut as you let him and Jeonghan take control, going boneless.

You can hear how wet you are, the slick sound of Seungcheol's mouth driving you crazy. His tongue traces to your entrance, fucking into you with shallow thrusts before pulling back to drag in lazy circles around your clit again.

Warm pleasure coils tight in your belly, sharp and intense. Your heat makes the sensation of his mouth against you overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. Sweat beads along your hairline and you feel it trickle down your spine as you chase your high, Jeonghan helping you roll your hips against Seungcheol's mouth.

Jeonghan leans over you, chest pressed flush to your back, lips brushing your ear as one of his hands slides around to tease your nipples, pinching and rolling them lightly.

"Just like that," he murmurs. "He fucking loves it."

Seungcheol’s response is a deep, muffled groan that vibrates through your entire core. He sucks harder on your clit, two thick fingers suddenly pressing against your entrance and sliding inside you with embarrassing ease. He curls them immediately, stroking that perfect spot inside you with practiced precision while his tongue continues its relentless, messy assault on your clit.

"Please," you gasp. "Please please please please."

"Let go, baby," Jeonghan whispers. His fingers pinch your nipple harder, sending another spark of pleasure straight through you. "Come for him, he's earned it."

The pressure builds unbearably fast, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of Seungcheol’s fingers and every hungry swipe of his tongue. Your hips stutter, grinding down desperately against his face as his fingers pump faster, curling and stroking without mercy while his tongue flicks relentlessly over your swollen clit.

Jeonghan’s lips press to the side of your neck, sucking a dark mark into your skin over your scent gland and it sends you over the edge. Your back arches sharply, a raw, broken cry tearing from your throat as your thighs tighten around Seungcheols' head, hips jerking.

Seungcheol doesn't stop - doesn't even slow down. He just groans loudly into your cunt, lapping up every drop of your release with greedy slurps and swipes of his tongue until your vision is whiting out at the edges and your body quakes.

Only when the tremors finally start to subside does Seungcheol slow his movements, though his tongue still lazily licks over your sensitive heat, like he just can't get enough. Your thighs quake uncontrollably around his face, slick and release coating his chin and lips.

But you still feel the knife of your heat twisting you, the orgasm only taking the edge off for a second. You make a sound of frustration, hating that it isn't enough, hating that even after that, you want more. You want want want - don't know how to do anything but want.

Jeonghan’s arms wrap around you from behind, steadying your trembling frame as he presses a soft kiss to your sweat-damp shoulder.

"It's okay," he whispers. "I know you want more. It's hard not to want when we're all bonded like this and when you're with an alpha. You want more than anything else. I know."

He gently eases you off Seungcheol’s face. The alpha makes a soft, disappointed sound at the loss, but doesn’t protest. He simply looked up at Jeonghan with dark, glassy eyes, lips shiny with your release. Jeonghan gives him a small, approving smile, threading his fingers through Seungcheol's hair to scratch gently at his scalp and make the alpha preen.

"Seungcheol, can you scoot back a little?" Jeonghan asks. Seungcheol obeys instantly, sitting up and scooting toward the wall to make room for Jeonghan. "Thank you, baby."

Jeonghan shuffles backward then, settling against the wall adjacent to Seungcheol. He presses his back to the stone, his delicate fingers hooking into his pants to pull them down smoothly. His cock springs out, hard and flushed, dripping with need as he rips his shirt off and tosses it.

Jeonghan is a work of art, his frame all powerful lines of lithe muscle. You knew he was a weapon, but you hadn't realized how much he was carved like a deadly blade, narrow and lethal.

He reaches for you with both hands, grinning. "Come here, Wildheart. Sit on my cock while Cheol takes care of us both, yeah?"

You crawl toward him on shaky limbs and Jeonghan helps you straddle his lap, his hands gentle but firm on your hips. He holds his cock steady with one hand while guiding you down with the other.

The first press of his tip against your soaked entrance makes you sob with relief. Jeonghan pulls you down onto his cock slowly, splitting you open inch by inch until you're fully sitting in his lap, panting as your pussy spasms around him. He's thick, the pressure immense but so so good as you lean back against him, tucking your forehead against his neck.

Jeonghan lets out a soft sigh, his hands wrapping around you, squeezing you to him. You shake in his hold, trying to adjust to the stretch. Your hips twitch instinctively but Jeonghan's arms tighten around your waist.

"No moving yet," he mumbles. "Just this."

Seungcheol slides off the bed and onto his knees, eyes dark and reverent as he looks up at the two of you. Jeonghan hooks your knees over his legs, prying you wide for Seungcheol's gaze, and you hear the soft rumble in Seungcheol's throat as his pupils expand.

Leaning forward, Jeonghan threads his fingers through Seungcheol's dark hair, tugging gently. "Come on, Cheol. Taste how sweet she is now."

The first wet swipe of Seungcheol's tongue is maddening. His tongue traces where you're split open around Jeonghan's cock and you make a high pitched sound, thrashing against Jeonghan. Seungcheol's licks are slow and messy, dragging his tongue from where you're impaled on Jeonghan all the way up to your clit before tracing back down to the base of Jeonghan's cock, sucking greedily where you're joined.

You shake violently in Jeonghan’s lap, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. Jeonghan’s cock is thick and hot inside you, stretching you perfectly, while Seungcheol’s warm, wet tongue laps at you. You clench down on Jeonghan and he groans, shivering behind you.

“Such a good alpha,” Jeonghan praises, fingers tightening in Seungcheol’s hair as he guides his head gently. “Look at you."

Seungcheol hums in response, the vibration traveling through both of you. He becomes more eager, licking broader stripes, sucking softly at your clit before dipping lower again to taste where you and Jeonghan are connected. His tongue presses flat against your folds, lapping up every drop of slick that leaks around Jeonghan’s cock.

Occasionally he lets his tongue drag over Jeonghan’s balls or the base of his shaft, sucking messily as he goes, spit dripping slowly. It earns a soft, pleased sound from the omega, his hips twitching up into you momentarily.

Your hands grip Jeonghan's forearms, nails digging into his skin and leaving behind crescent moons as the warm knot in your stomach winds again. Jeonghan murmurs against your forehead, his lips warm as he asks if it feels good. You can only nod frantically against his neck, barely able to put together a coherent thought.

Seungcheol grows bolder under Jeonghan’s gentle guidance, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue flicks rapidly. His hands slide up your thighs, holding you open for him as he works. He alternates between long, slow licks along your stretched entrance and focused attention on your clit, never once neglecting the place where Jeonghan’s cock disappears inside you.

"I'm gonna-" you pant against Jeonghan, words slurred.

"I know," Jeonghan hums. "You can come. Go ahead, baby."

Seungcheol doubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit while his tongue continues its messy worship. Jeonghan’s cock twitches inside you, the sensation pushing you right over the edge as your second orgasm slams into you harder than the first.

A sharp, keening cry tears from your throat as your walls clamp down tightly around Jeonghan. Slick gushes around his length, dripping down onto Seungcheol’s eager tongue as he continues licking you through it, soft and obedient, drinking down everything you give him.

Jeonghan holds you close through your high, murmuring soft praise against your hair while his fingers keep stroking Seungcheol’s hair lovingly. You sob through the aftershocks, body twitching and trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure slowly begins to ebb, leaving you limp, boneless, and still shaking in Jeonghan’s arms.

You don't know how long you stay like that, panting against Jeonghan until Seungcheol is helping him lay you down in bed, pulling out. You whine and Jeonghan chuckles, hushing you fondly. He nuzzles in your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Seungcheol's gonna help you." He shuffles to the side of you, lounging on the bed while his hand runs up and down your side. "It'll feel so good."

Jeonghan's scent spikes as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, rubbing his cheek on your skin, the scent of jasmine cutting through the heavy scent of heat.

Seungcheol kneels between your spread thighs, his broad chest heaving. His bergamot and cedarwood scent is thick and heady, and his hands tremble slightly where they rest on your slick thighs.

"Don't want to push you too far," he rasps.

"Want it," you immediately say, blindly reaching for him. "Please, Seungcheol."

He curses. "You smell so good. It's driving me crazy."

"You won't hurt her, Cheol." Jeonghan presses a kiss behind your ear. "You've got her."

Swallowing thickly, Seungcheol nods and lifts your hips a little, shuffling closer to you. You don't remember when he peeled his clothes off, but when you look up at him through your lashes, your breath catches. He's every bit of the powerful alpha from the mountains you knew he was, thick and broad, his cock heavy and leaking.

The blunt, thick head of his cock presses against your wet entrance and you whine, feeling the head catch before he presses in, splitting you open on his thick cock. The slow push draws a loud, keening moan from your throat as a shiver ripples through you, his scent blooming.

He's thick - the kind of stretch that burns but immediately feels so good that your mind blanks out. You feel yourself leaking around him while Jeonghan peppers your shoulder with feather-light kisses, his fingers stroking until Seungcheol bottoms out and his head falls forward, a groan slipping from his lips.

"Gods," he growls. "Feels so fucking good."

Your walls pulse and flutter wildly around the overwhelming fullness, tears pricking your eyes. Jeonghan lets out a soft laugh, nipping gently at your earlobe.

"Slow and deep, Cheol," he requests. "It's what she needs."

Seungcheol nods shakily, sweat dripping down his temples. His hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before pushing back in with one long, powerful, deep stroke. The drag is devastating, all of him pressing up against you at once.

"That," you gasp, stars exploding behind your eyelids. "That again, please."

Seungcheol groans brokenly with every thrust, his bergamot scent growing thicker, tangling with the sweet floral of Jeonghan. The omega reaches up with one hand to card his fingers through Seungcheol's sweaty hair, running his nails against the alpha's scalp.

You turn to Jeonghan, seeking the heat of his mouth and he's happy to oblige, tongue tangling with yours while he drinks down every moan and cry of Seungcheol's name. You press into Jeonghan, eager for more, eager for whatever he'll give you as Seungcheol takes you apart.

Ignoring the ache in your thighs, you cant your hips upward, chasing the way Seungcheol fucks into you. He notices and picks up his pace, the wet sound of him fucking into you loud as Jeonghan leans up to watch where Seungcheol's cock disappears into you.

"Such an eager pussy," Jeonghan notes. He glances at you, eyes dripping down to your mouth. "Eager to use your mouth too?"

You nod without hesitation, mouth falling open easily. Jeonghan hisses a curse, shaking his head before kissing you softly and getting up on his knees. His hand drops to his cock, pumping his shaft eagerly as he shuffles on his knees toward you, a grin on his face.

Jeonghan looks pretty like this, flush and pink in the cheeks and his chest, his long hair sticking to the sweaty patches on his neck, lips swollen. You stare up at him through wet lashes, hypnotized by him, tongue out and waiting.

"Fucking Gods," Jeonghan growls. "What a pretty omega."

Jeonghan carefully guides his slick cock past your lips, sliding into the wet heat of your mouth with a soft sigh. He lets out a light, airy moan, trembling a little as he sets a teasing, shallow pace.

You moan loudly around his cock, the sound muffled, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth as Seungcheol continues his slow, grinding thrusts. Every deep stroke pushes you further onto Jeonghan’s cock, the head nudging the back of your throat.

"She looks so pretty like this," Seungcheol pants. "Does it feel good?"

“She feels perfect,” Jeonghan answers, leaning to kiss Seungcheol messily. "So warm and eager. Keep fucking her just like that, can tell she's getting close again."

You whimper and sob around Jeonghan’s cock, the vibrations making him groan softly. Your body shakes violently between them, overwhelmed. The two of them kiss messily, both sliding into you at an unhurried pace, scents tangling as you spiral.

Without warning, you clamp down viciously around Seungcheol, your moan muted by Jeonghan in your mouth. Fresh slick blooms around Seungcheol and Jeonghan pulls out of your lips with a wet pop, letting you cough and cry Seungcheol's name as you come around him.

Seungcheol groans loudly, leaning down to catch your lips with his. He tastes like you and Jeonghan combined, the sweet and heady tang dizzying. His hands are warm on your hips as he slows down, the wet slide of him dragging to just a heavy, lazy grind until you're limp beneath him, exhausted.

Carefully, Seungcheol pulls out, mindful not to jostle you too much. His breathing is still ragged, and he leans down to pepper you with soft kisses, his scent warm and soothing. Jeonghan's hands are carding through your hair, the pressure of his fingers massaging your scalp making your skin buzz as you drift.

"Rest, baby," Seungcheol murmurs.

You murmur something incoherent in response, already half out of it. Jeonghan shifts to lie beside you and you turn toward him instinctively, seeking his warmth. He pulls you close so your forehead rests against his chest, bodies side by side.

Seungcheol moves behind Jeonghan then, large hands sliding up Jeonghan's hips, nails dragging as he goes. Jeonghan makes a little weak sound, pushing back toward Seungcheol.

You lean forward, kissing Seungcheol slow and messy, like you have all the time in the world. His tongue brushes yours lazily, a contented sound slipping from him as Seungcheol presses his cock into Jeonghan with one slow, deep thrust.

Jeonghan's moan buzzes against your mouth, a pleasant feeling that you lean into. Your fingers tangle together and you let him kiss you lazily, occasionally breaking apart to pant Seungcheol's name as the alpha fucks into him gently, drawing pretty sounds out of him.

"Fuck," Jeonghan whispers against your mouth. "Feels so good."

Seungcheol's hand reaches over Jeonghan's hip to rest against your waist, grounding himself with your warmth. You lace your fingers with him against your hip and he squeezes your hand tighter, glad you're there as he rolls his hips into Jeonghan.

It doesn't take long for Seungcheol's thrusts to grow sharper, his breathing ragged as he chases release. One of Jeonghan's hands reaches back to grip Seungchoel roughly, his nails biting into Seungcheol's skin.

Together, they both groan as Seungcheol buries himself deep, hips sputtering against Jeonghan's ass. You feel Jeonghan spill between you, warm and slick as he trembles against you, breaths coming sharp and quick.

For a long moment, the only sounds are heavy breathing. Jeonghan presses one last lazy kiss to your forehead before turning to Seungcheol, who is slumped behind him on the bed.

"She's barely awake" he whispers. "Worn out."

Seungcheol hums. "Need to clean her up."

You feel the two of them move. You're barely aware of them as they scoop you up, a small protest leaving you. It feels good to be back in Seungcheol's arms, the smell of him making you lean further into his neck, breathing in.

Warm air and the smell of lavender and mineral water greet you. Seuncheol steps carefully into warm water with you in his arms, lowering himself until you're stirring as hot water envelops you, soothing and washing away the sweat and mess.

Your eyes flutter open, half-lidded in heavy to see Jeonghan slide in beside you. He smiles and reaches for a cloth, dipping it into the water before working it gently into your neck and shoulders.

"Feel okay?" He asks.

You nod. "M'tired."

"Good. Sleep it off. We've got you."

Seungcheol makes a sound of agreement, his chin tucked on top of your head as he holds you steady in the bath while Jeonghan works. You drift off into a hazy doze, vaguely aware of the sound of them talking and the vibration of Seungcheol's voice.

When you finally hit the bed, you're asleep before you even get there.

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You wake slowly. You feel the ache of your heat immediately, the neverending throb in your gut and in between your legs so strong that you make an angry sound, miserable that it keeps coming back. You know you can't help it, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating, the desire and flush is an inescapable pressure that makes you whine and press into the bed.

You’re still in Seungcheol’s large bed, buried under thick furs and soft blankets that carry the mingled scents of the pack, but the strong arm draped possessively over your waist and the firm chest pressed flush against your back belong unmistakably to Soonyoung, the smell of citrus cutting through Seungcheol's heavy bergamot.

"Soonyoung?" You mumble, face down in the blankets.

You breathe him in and though the smell of him is soothing, it also stokes the simmering fire low in your belly. Your body feels heavy, the sticky warmth of slick starting again as your heat gathers. You grit your teeth, fists clenching like you can fight away your heat just like you do with everything else.

"Stop fighting it," Soonyoung murmurs, pressing himself closer and pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. You go slack a little, lashes fluttering as he runs his nose along your neck into your hair. "Jeoinghan and Seungcheol had to help with important errands. It couldn't wait - they didn't want to leave but they needed to do this."

You turn carefully in his arms until you’re facing him. His honey-colored eyes are already open, watching you with quiet focus. There's a crease on his cheek from the pillow and he's a little swollen with sleep, cheeks round and a little flushed. His eyes are sharp though, pupils dilating with you as his sole focus.

The heat chooses that exact moment to surge again. A sharp, twisting cramp blooms low in your abdomen, forcing a soft whimper from your throat. Soonyoung’s nostrils flare as he catches the renewed wave of your scent, his hands going tight on your hips.

You hesitate, the old fear rising despite the need clawing at you. You know what the Divine did to him, how he was used, forced, broken down in the most intimate ways. The thought of asking him to help you through this heat suddenly feels like the worst thing you can do.

Soonyoung must see it - he always does with you, reading your every move. He always has, even from that first night when he slipped you the knife, knowing your course of action would be to cut yourself free. Now he sees it again and he presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering, his scent blooming.

"I want to help you," he murmurs. "If you want me to. I want you. Not just because the heat. I want you. Always have."

"Are you sure?"

"More than anything else in the world. You won't take. You'll let me give because I want to."

You swallow. "Okay."

Soonyoung lets out a long, relieved breath. He leans in and kisses you slowly like he's memorizing the shape of your mouth, his lips soft and warm, tongue gently coaxing yours into his mouth. One hand slides down the side of your neck, thumb pressing lightly over your racing pulse before sweeping back and forth over your scent gland.

Your body reacts immediately, going slack as you breathe him in. He tastes like a summer morning, fresh citrus and heat. You thread your fingers in his hair, nails scraping his scalp lightly to draw a low moan out of him, the kiss breaking as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he promises, voice low. “But I need to set the pace. Can you give me that?”

You nod without hesitation. "Anything."

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through you.

Soonyoung shifts you gently onto your back, spreading your thighs wide with careful hands. You shiver as he begins pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, sucking lightly at the swell of your breasts until your nipples are tight and aching. He links his hands with yours, squeezing gently as his tongue traces down the center of your stomach until he's nipping at the soft skin of your hips.

By the time he settles between your spread legs, you’re trembling, squeezing his hands to the mattress to control yourself, letting him set the pace. Soonyoung kisses the inside of your thighs first, slow and deliberate, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until your muscles jump. When he leans in and licks a broad, wet stripe up your entrance, you nearly die, his name coming out of your lips in a broken, warbling whine.

He groans against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. "Gods, you taste so fucking sweet. So wet already. No wonder Vernon's addicted to this."

You flush, shivering and fighting to lift your hips off the bed to meet him. Soonyoung takes his time like he promised, his tongue working you open with lazy strokes and long drags through your folds before he circles slowly around your clit.

"Fuck," he mutters to himself again, shaking his head as he presses his tongue to your entrance.

Two thick fingers slide into your soaked heat without warning, curling immediately against that perfect spot inside you. The sudden fullness makes you whine. He looks up at you, his eyes dark gold and half-lidded, a smirk on his face. He bites his lower lip, watching you as he begins to pump his fingers slowly before his mouth returns to your clit, sucking gently in time with his fingers.

Soonyoung takes one of your hands off the bed, bringing it up to thread in his hair. You take his permission immediately, threading your hair in his silver strands as your thighs tremble around his shoulders. Every stroke of his fingers, every flick and swirl of his tongue sends sparks shooting up your spine as sweat beads on your hairline. Your skin feels too tight, too hot, every nerve alight and singing.

When your first orgasm crashes over you, it hits hard. Your entire body seizes, a raw, broken cry tearing from your throat as your walls clamp down around his fingers. Soonyoung moans loudly into your cunt, licking you through it, drawing out your high until your vision whites out at the edges.

He doesn’t stop until the tremors begin to fade, only then slowing his movements to soft, soothing licks that make you whimper from oversensitivity. Only then does he crawl back up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Still with me?” he asks, voice rough.

You nod, reaching for him desperately. “More… Please, Soonyoung.”

He smiles against your mouth. “Turn over for me, baby. Hands and knees.”

Your limbs feel loose and shaky as you obey. Soonyoung settles behind you, hands smoothing reverently over the curve of your ass, thumbs spreading you open so he can admire how slick and swollen you are. He leans down and licks one long, slow stripe from your clit all the way up, making your whole body jolt.

“Perfect,” he breathes.

Soonyoung shuffles, kicking off his pants before settling behind you, nails scraping across the round globes of your ass as he groans. The blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance and you whine, head hanging heavy between your arms. He pushes in agonizingly slowly until his hips are flush against your ass and you’re stuffed full of him. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive walls.

Soonyoung stays perfectly still for a long moment, letting you adjust, one hand stroking soothingly down your spine while the other grips your hip. You fight the urge to push back against him, pussy fluttering until he leans down and kisses your shoulder.

"Thank you for being patient," he rasps. "Just what I need, baby. Thank you."

Slowly, he begins to move, each thrust a soft grind that presses that soft spot inside you with every stroke. The angle is devastating, deep enough to make you see stars as you pant through each stroke. His hands roam your body, squeezing your ass, stroking your back, reaching underneath to pinch and roll your nipples until you’re crying out with every movement.

He fucks you like that until you can barely breathe, leaning down to press his chest to your back, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “So good for me. Such a good omega, taking me deep and slow."

It feels so good you can't do anything but mumble nonsense, turning your head to find his mouth. He moans, catching your lips with his as he kisses you messily until you're coming again. Soonyoung groans deeply but keeps his pace steady, fucking you through every pulse until you’re limp and trembling beneath him.

He carefully pulls out and flips you onto your back, leaning up to catch his breath. You look up at him and suck in a sharp breath. Soonyoung is painfully beautiful, the ridges of his chest and stomach shining in a thin layer of sweat, his hair damp and clinging to the sharp line of his neck. His eyes are burning, hungry and wild as he looks down at you, hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

"So fucking pretty," he murmurs. "You know that, don't you? My beautiful Wildheart."

Soonyoung hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he slides back inside you in one smooth thrust. The new angle forces a loud, keening moan from your throat, struggling to breathe for a second. He feels even deeper like this, pressing against places that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

He sets a deep, grinding rhythm, eyes locked on your face the entire time, drinking in every gasp, every flutter of your lashes, every broken moan of his name. His silver hair falls forward, brushing against your heated skin and one hand slides between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit while he fucks you, pushing you toward a third orgasm.

“Look at me,” he whispers when you start to spiral. “Want to watch you fall apart.”

You don't look away from him, reaching a hand up to cradle his face, your thumb tracing his bottom lip. He licks your thumb playfully, winking at you as you come with a desperate sound in the shape of his name. Soonyoung follows moments later, burying himself as deep as he can go and spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering against yours.

He collapses carefully beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His fingers trace lazy, soothing patterns along your sweat-damp back while you both catch your breath, the air thick. Exhaustion tugs heavily at you now, the edge of your heat finally softening into something more manageable. You nuzzle closer into his chest, and he laughs throatily.

His fingers continue their lazy path along your sweat-damp spine, the air in the room heavy with the scent of citrus and the faint cedarwood from Seungcheol in the blankets. You scoot closer, pressing your nose against Soonyoung's chest, inhaling the bright, clean scent of him. It settles something restless inside you, even as the low throb of your heat lingers.

“You always fight so hard," Soonyoung notes eventually, breaking the silence. "Even against your own heat. Were you always a fighter like that? I imagine you were, considering what I know about you."

For a moment, you go still, thinking back to Valen. You can see it in your mind so clearly: the great halls filled with laughter and music, torches burning bright against the rich tapestries. You remember running through snow-dusted courtyards with the other children, flushed and cold. The kitchens had always smelled like spices and bread, the cooks sneaking you honey cakes when you ran through.

“It was loud,” you murmur with a small smile. “Valen was never quiet. The palace was always full of life with music drifting through the halls. I liked to sit in the kitchens and steal food and run around the courtyard with my friends. We didn't have a ton of noble children, but I played with anyone my age."

"Yeah?"

You nod against him and hook one leg over his hip so you can pull him closer. "It was cold in the winter, but the people were warm. My mother would take me down to the great hall during feasts and let me sit on her lap while the bards sang the old epics. My father taught me how to ride and how to wield a sword before passing me off to people who had a right to teach me."

Your parents had loved you fiercely and loudly. Thinking of them now makes your throat swell shut, clenching your teeth as you will yourself not to cry. Memories of your father hoisting you onto his shoulder fill your mind, walking through festivals with you perched there so you could see performances. Your mother would spend hours braiding your hair, placing flowers meticulaously.

To them, you were their daughter. Their stubborn, beloved daughter who argued too much and liked to play with a sword far too often. But you were theirs, and you'd never doubted your place in Valen's halls for a moment.

"That sounds nice," Soonyoung murmurs.

You nod. Valen had been alive. Full of voices, color, and affection. You were never hidden away in cold towers or kept at a distance. You were surrounded by people who adored you, elders who patted your head and smiled when you tore through the halls.

"They loved me, I think. My people." Your smile fades slowly. “That’s why it hurt so much when the Divine came. They didn’t just destroy a kingdom. They destroyed the warmth and laughter. Valen didn't deserve it."

Soonyoung listens quietly, his honey eyes never leaving your face. His fingers keep moving in slow, soothing patterns across your back, grounding you through the shift in memory.

“Sounds like you were cherished,” he says gently, voice full of quiet wonder.

“I was.” You swallow. “Maybe too much. Sometimes I wonder if that made the fall even harder because I feel like I let them down."

He tights his hold on you. "I know you know this, but it's important for me to say it: you haven't let them down. You intend to bring down the Divine. That is enough."

You tilt your head up to look at him properly. His eyes glitter in the gloom of the room, amber and soft. You smile a little, though you feel the pang of sadness in your gut as sharply as a knife.

“What about you?” you ask, reaching up to trace his mouth delicately. "Only if you want to talk about it. I know you were alone."

Soonyoung’s expression softens, but there’s a shadow behind his eyes. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to your palm before placing it back over his heart.

“No family. No pack," he murmurs. "I didn’t have feasts or mothers braiding my hair or anyone telling me I could shake mountains. Just alleys that smelled like piss and rotting fish, and the constant fear that tomorrow I might not eat. But I was free. I could do whatever I wanted. Go anywhere."

"What was your favorite thing to do?"

He smiles then. "Sleep in the forest in my wild shape, especially when the moon was full and all of the stars were out. I loved the smell of pine, especially when it was autumn and the needles were all on the ground."

"That sounds nice."

"We'll do it one day," he promises, kissing you softly. "Just spend a night out under the moon. For now, sleep. When you wake up you'll eat and drink water for me, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"Good. Sleep, baby."

-

Time slips away as you drift in and out of a light, fevered doze, your body heavy and boneless in Soonyoung’s arms. Your limbs feel too heavy, your thoughts too slow, wrapped in the thick fog that you can't get out of no matter how hard you try to shove at it.

When you stir again, the room is dimmer. Soonyoung is still there, propped up against the headboard with you tucked securely against his chest. His silver hair is messy, falling into his eyes, and one of his hands strokes slow, soothing lines up and down your bare spine. The scent of citrus and warm amber surrounds you like a protective blanket, steady and reassuring.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs, voice low. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "How are you feeling?"

You make a small, discontented sound, burying your face deeper into his neck. Everything feels too much. The air against your overly sensitive skin, the distant sounds of the mountain, even the gentle rise and fall of Soonyoung’s breathing - it feels trippled compared to last time. Your heat is hitting harder than any you’ve experienced before, throat dry and stomach twisting with a mix of hunger and nausea that makes the idea of eating feel impossible.

This heat feels impossible.

"Tired," you mumble. "Don't wanna move."

He chuckles. “I know, baby. But you need to drink some water and eat a little something. Your body’s working hard. Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head stubbornly, a quiet whine escaping you. The thought of sitting up, of anything disrupting laying against him in bed, makes your anxiety spike. Slick still clings to your thighs, a constant reminder of how raw and needy you feel. Another smaller cramp twists low in your belly, and you press your thighs together instinctively.

Soonyoung doesn’t push immediately. Instead, he shifts you carefully so you’re half-draped across his lap, one arm supporting your back while his free hand reaches for a waterskin and a small cloth-wrapped bundle on the low table beside the bed. The movement makes the blankets slide against your hypersensitive skin, sending little sparks of overstimulation racing through you and you hiss.

“Here,” he says gently, uncorking the waterskin. He brings it to your lips, tilting it slowly. “Just a few sips. Small ones. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

You turn your face away at first, lips pressed together in protest, a petulant little huff leaving you.

“Hey.” Soonyoung’s voice stays patient but firm. “I know it feels overwhelming right now. Your heat is hitting you harder than usual and it’s okay to feel fussy. But I’m not going to let you get dehydrated. Just a little for me? Be my good girl.”

You chew the inside of your cheek. Soponyoung presses a kiss to your temple, waiting. His patience chips away at your resistance and you part your lips reluctantly for him. He tips the waterskin carefully and cool, clean water touches your tongue. It feels shockingly good against your parched throat and suddenly you're taking several small sips before draining it.

"Good," he coos. "See? Not bad." He sets the waterskin aside and unwraps the bundle, revealing soft bread, a few strips of dried meat, and some preserved fruit. "Food next."

You shake your head again, pressing closer to his chest. "Not hungry. I feel weird."

"I know you do. Just take a bite. If it's too much we'll stop."

His patience is endless. He waits, rubbing slow circles on your lower back. Eventually, you nod and open your mouth, accepting the bread. It’s soft, slightly sweet, and easier to swallow than you expected. Soonyoung feeds you another small bite, pausing for you to chew and swallow before you open your mouth again, waiting for more.

"There you go," he grins. "Proud of you. I know this shit is hard when everything feels like this."

You let out a shaky breath, the overwhelming fog in your mind a little clearer. You nuzzle into his neck again and Soonyoung wraps both arms around you to squeeze until you go slack and content.

Just as you start to drift again, the door to the room creaks open quietly, the smell of jasmine making you stir. You pick up your head to see Jeonghan slip into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"She looks grumpy," he tells Soonyoung, raising his brows.

Soonyoung huffs, but there’s no real annoyance in it. “Shut up. She’s still riding the edge of a wave.”

Jeonghan saunters over, crawling onto the bed like a cat. He settles on Soonyoung’s other side, close enough that his knee brushes your thigh through the blankets as he leans on Soonyoung's shoulder a few inches from your face, pouting at you.

“Poor thing,” Jeonghan coos, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Is the big bad heat making you all fussy? Did Soonyoung have to beg you to drink your water like a stubborn little kitten?”

You make a small, indignant sound, too tired and overwhelmed to snap back properly. Jeonghan grins, clearly enjoying himself.

“Look at that pout. Adorable."

“Soonyoung,” you mumble, half-burying your face again.

That’s all the encouragement Soonyoung needs. In one smooth, fluid motion, he shifts you gently before turning on Jeonghan to surge forward and pin the omega flat to the bed. Jeonghan’s eyes widen in delighted surprise as Soonyoung’s hands capture his wrists, pressing them into the mattress above his head.

“Enough,” Soonyoung growls, but there’s a laugh threaded through the words. “You're one to talk. Gods know you are far worse than any omega I've known in heat."

Jeonghan laughs breathlessly. "So what?"

Soonyoung answers by leaning down and kissing him hard enough that Jeonghan melts into it immediately, a soft pleased hum vibrating through him. You watch them through half-lidded eyes, the sight sending another ripple of heat through your already fevered body.

Soonyoung finally pulls back just enough to speak against Jeonghan’s swollen lips. “You’re going to behave,” he murmurs, voice rough, “or I’ll keep you pinned here while I take care of her without you.”

Jeonghan’s eyes sparkle. “Promises, promises.”

You let out a small, needy sound, the renewed wave of your heat flaring hotter watching them. Soonyoung glances over at you, his expression softening instantly. He releases Jeonghan’s wrists and holds out a hand to you, beckoning.

You crawl closer on shaky limbs, letting Soonyoung pull you in so you’re straddling one of Jeonghan’s thighs while he remains hovering over the omega. Jeonghan’s hand immediately slides up your bare side, warm and teasing, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist.

“Look at her,” Jeonghan purrs. “All flushed and dripping again already. Poor baby’s heat is really biting hard today.”

“Stop teasing her,” Soonyoung warns, but there’s heat in his tone rather than anger. He leans down and captures your mouth in a deep kiss, slow and charged, while Jeonghan’s fingers drift higher to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple.

The dual attention makes you whimper into Soonyoung’s mouth. He breaks the kiss and looks between the two of you, eyes dark. "On your sides. Face each other."

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow but obeys with a lazy grin, rolling onto his side. You follow, lying face-to-face with him while Soonyoung slots in behind you, his strong chest pressing flush to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.

Jeonghan’s warm breath fans across your face while Soonyoung's heat is solid at your back. Soonyoung’s hard cock nestles against the curve of your ass while Jeonghan’s hand slides down to hook your top leg over his hip, opening you up.

“Easy,” Soonyoung murmurs against the nape of your neck. "Slow."

Jeonghan leans in and kisses you softly at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes while his fingers trail down your stomach and between your legs. He groans when he feels how soaked you are.

Soonyoung’s hand joins Jeonghan’s, their fingers tangling briefly before Soonyoung guides two of his own thick fingers inside you alongside one of Jeonghan’s. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. You gasp sharply, hips twitching as both of them pump their fingers in a coordinated rhythm, making your thighs squeeze around their hands as you keen.

Soonyoung nips at your shoulder, then soothes the bite with his tongue. “That’s it. Let us hear you. You don’t have to hold anything back with us.”

Jeonghan’s free hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough to make you clench around their fingers. He watches your face with dark, hungry eyes, drinking in every time you pinch your brows and scrunch your nose.

They work you open like until your first orgasm builds and crashes over you without warning, pussy fluttering hard around their combined fingers as you cry out, body shaking between them. Soonyoung holds you tighter through it, murmuring praise against your skin, while Jeonghan kisses you through the peak, swallowing every sound.

When the tremors finally ease, Soonyoung carefully withdraws his fingers and shifts positions again. “Jeonghan, on your back. Wildheart baby, you’re going to ride his face while I take care of the rest.”

"She gets baby and I don't? What kind of favoritism is this?"

Soonyoung pins Jeonghan down to the bed by the throat, biting at his jaw sharply. "You've been my baby for years. I love you and you know it."

Jeonghan grins. "I like to hear it." He turns to you, his grin turning wicked. "Let me taste."

He rolls onto his back and reaches for you immediately, helping guide you up until your knees bracket his head. You hover uncertainly, still trembling, but Soonyoung’s hands on your hips steady you as he helps you lower yourself onto Jeonghan’s waiting mouth.

The first broad swipe of Jeonghan’s tongue against your soaked folds pulls a loud, broken moan from you. He wastes no time, licking deep, sucking gently on your clit, then fucking his tongue inside you with enthusiasm. His hands grip your thighs, holding you down against his face as he devours you messily, his moans whiny and pleased.

Behind you, Soonyoung kneels between Jeonghan’s spread legs, leaning forward to press his chest against your back, kissing down your neck and shoulders.

“You look so pretty like this,” Soonyoung rasps in your ear. "Does Jeonghan's mouth feel good? I bet it does."

You nod and Soonyoung laughs throatily, kissing your ear before he reaches down and guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the thick head through your folds and against Jeonghan’s tongue in messy, wet strokes. The sensation of Jeonghan's tongue and Soonyoung's cock sliding against you makes your eyes roll back and Soonyoung accepts your weight as you lean on him, hips twitching as Jeonghan sucks greedily at you.

When Soonyoung finally pushes inside you, it’s slow and deep, stretching you open while Jeonghan continues licking wherever he can reach - your clit, your cunt where it's stretched open around Soonyoung, the base of Soonyoung’s cock where you’re joined.

You feel impossibly full, every nerve alight as Soonyoung starts a slow, rolling grind inside you. Jeonghan’s tongue never stops moving, hungry and determined as his hands roam before settling on your hips to help you grind against his mouth.

Soonyoung fucks you with deep, controlled strokes, careful of Jeonghan beneath you, making breathly sounds every time Jeonghan's mouth travels down to lick at him instead.

“So good,” Soonyoung groans, lips pressed to your shoulder.

Jeonghan hums loudly in agreement, the vibration shooting straight through you. You come again, softer this time, the high lasting longer as both of them draw it out until you're leaning heavily against Soonyoung, pressing your nose to his neck.

Soonyoung pulls out carefully and helps you shift again, laying you on your back while he pulls Jeonghan up so he can kneel between your legs. Soonyoung presses a messy kiss to Jeonghan's lips, licking your slick from him, making a pleased sound as he pulls at Jeonghan's pants to help him out of them.

“Fuck her,” Soonyoung tells him, voice dark with command. “Slow. I want to feel every thrust.”

Jeonghan's eyes are glassy as he nods, cock heavy and swollen. You reach for him and he grins, letting you link your fingers before he pins them against your hips as he slides in with one, smooth motion. Soonyoung slides up behind Jeonghan, one hand wrapping around to grip Jeonghan by the throat and pin him to Soonyoung's chest while the other holds Jeonghan by the hip to slide in.

The omega moans, eyes fluttering as Soonyoung presses his hips flush to Jeonghan's ass, hand tightening around his throat. Jeonghan starts to move then, deep rolls of his hips that make you sigh. Soonyoung moves with him, thrusting against Jeonghan from behind in time, driving Jeonghan deeper into you.

"Want to kiss her," Jeonghan says to Soonyoung, asking permission.

Soonyoung lets Jeonghan's throat go and the omega leans down, his hair falling forward as he leans down to kiss you messily. Soonyoung leans over Jeonghan’s shoulder to join the kiss, tongues tangling between the three of you in a wet tangle.

You lose track of how many times you come, each orgasm blending together into one long, rolling wave. Their hands are everywhere and their mouths leave your skin for long, and when the three of you finally collapse together, their hands continue stroking you gently, grounding you as the heat simmers down into a more manageable ache.

Jeonghan nuzzles into your neck, voice sleepy but still teasing. “Told you we’d make it better.”

"Jerk," you growl.

"He got what he wanted," Soonyoung sighs. "I need some fucking sleep."

You don't even know if you respond before you're out like a light.

-

You smell Seungcheol before you're even fully awake, the sharp scent of anxiety making you sit up before he's even through the door. Soonyoung and Jeonghan stirred beside you, both instantly alert as Seungcheol strides into the room. He stands at the edge of the bed, fully dressed, jaw clenched tight.

"Cheol? You ask, voice rough with sleep. "What's wrong?"

He drags a hand through his hair. "I need Jeonghan."

"What's going on?"

Seungcheol's dark eyes flicker over the three of you before landing on Jeonghan, who is already prying himself out of bed and into pants. “Junhui’s been wounded. Badly. They can’t take him to main medical. Seokmin is with him right now, stabilizing him, but the wound looks poisoned. You’re the only one familiar enough with this kind of toxin. I need you.”

Your stomach drops. You push yourself up further, ignoring the way your body still feels overly warm and sensitive from the heat. You don't know who Junhui is, but Seungcheol's worry is palpable, and when Jeonghan curses under his breath, you feel your anxiety spike.

"What kind of poison?" Jeonghan asks. "Do you know the symptoms?"

“Fast-acting. Paralysis starting in the limbs, burning at the wound site. Smells metallic,” Seungcheol answers automatically. "Seokmin says it’s spreading."

You push yourself up, blankets pooling at your waist. "I can help."

“No.” Seungcheol’s answer is immediate and firm. Soonyoung’s arm tightens around your waist at the same time, gently but insistently holding you in place. "You're still in heat."

"But-"

"No. Junhui is a friend, but he's still not our pack."

"Stay with me," Soonyoung says. "Jeonghan will handle it. He knows what he's doing."

Jeonghan finishes pulling on his tunic and moves toward the bed. He leans down, cupping your cheek with one hand, and presses a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

“Listen to them, baby,” he says gently. “I’ll come back as soon as I can. Stay safe and rest.”

You watch helplessly as Jeonghan grabs his boots and heads for the door. He glances back at Seungcheol one last time and lets the alpha kiss him briefly, nodding. The door clicks shut behind Jeonghan, leaving the room feeling suddenly heavier.

You turn to Seungcheol, heart pounding against your ribs. "Who is Junhui?"

"An ally."

"What was he doing? Why couldn’t they go to medical?”

Seungcheol goes very still. He drags a hand through his hair, his broad shoulders rising with a slow, tense breath. For several long seconds, silence stretches between you. His scent spikes sharper with unease.

“He tried to kill Ina,” Seungcheol says, voice low and heavy. “As a favor to us. To buy us time. To take some of the pressure off you and Vernon."

"What? She’s-"

"I know," Seungcheol mutters. "But if anyone is skilled enough to kill her that isn’t one of us, it's Junhui."

"But why?"

"She's still on you and Vernon for the incident in the tunnels. We needed someone to do it while all of us were accounted for."

"Does she know it was Junhui?"

"He doesn't think so. He's like Vernon and Ina."

"Beta occultist assassin, you mean?"

Seungcheol sits on the bed and shakes his head. "Junhui is unique. Should he live, he can tell you about himself one day." He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. "We moved too quickly. Ina moved to have an inquisition with the Divine brought back for the room they found in the tunnels. I didn't want to put you through another."

For a moment, all you can do is sit in silence. You think of the first time you met Ina, her wicked smile. You remember the venom in her voice, the way she had threatened and mocked - she enjoyed pain. It was obvious. She'd enjoyed making Vernon feel like he was on uneven footing, and she enjoyed making you feel small.

Anger surges through you, hot and sharp, cutting straight through the lingering haze of your heat. Your hands clench into fists on top of the sheets as you think about her eerie colored eyes. She was going after you, but more importantly, she was going after Vernon. Your Vernon. Your jaw tightens as fresh fury burns in your chest.

Soonyoung’s arm remains firm around your waist, his thumb tracing slow, grounding circles against your skin, but even he can feel the sudden shift in your scent, leaning back to peer at you with raised brows.

Seungcheol watches you carefully, waiting. You lift your chin, meeting his gaze, rage brewing. “Let me handle it. Tell me where she is, and I’ll deal with her myself.”

"Wildheart…" Seungcheol shakes his head.