The heavy double doors clicked shut behind them, leaving Vice Chairman Kwon Tae-hyuk alone in the vast room of the master suite.
The air reeked of the thick, interwoven trail of their own pheromones.
Dark, dominant cedar filled the room, but the scent was swallowed and devoured by the sweet, venomous tang of Seo-jun’s late heat.
Tae-hyuk unfastened his shirt and let it fall unceremoniously on the floor, revealing the blood-slicked, crimson gouges on his pectorals and collarbones, the bruises already purpling under his tan.
His hands ghosted over the wounds, the evidence that the haughty Omega had marked him as his own, with merciless precision.
He turned his dark eyes toward the bed and found the silk sheets tussled and torn, the messy mess of last night’s passion, and at the center of it all, the dark, dried stain of blood.
Kneeling by the bed, Tae-hyuk wadded up a fistful of the sheets and burrowed his face into it, inhaling until his lungs were full of the rich, intoxicating scent of Seo-jun.
His cheeks burned as his heart pounded in his throat, the thick, heady aroma sending a thrill of liquid heat straight to his groin, his cock swelling painfully against his zipper.
His hands fisted in the silk as he lowered his head to the rumpled fabric, his pulse hammering furiously in his ears, drowning out the silence of the room.
He was so close, already there, drowning in the scent of the wild Omega that had stolen right into his heart and twisted it into knots.
Tae-hyuk groaned, his fingers sliding into the waistband of his pants as he rolled his hips forward, his rigid length straining against his palm.
“Seo-jun…” he moaned into the bedding, his voice raw with something like desperation.
“Seo-jun…ahh…” In the blackness of his thoughts loomed the image of last night, flashing before his eyes like an old, unwanted dream.
The blue, burning eyes of the Omega that had pinned him to the floor, refusing to retreat, to kneel before him, but instead wrap his arms around his neck and drag him down with inhuman strength.
“Faster, Tae-hyuk…
go deeper…” Seo-jun’s voice rang in his ears, “Don’t stop…
do it again…”__PROTECTED_FOREIGN_QUOTE_2__” he said, his voice strained but sure, “__PROTECTED_FOREIGN_QUOTE_3__” Tae-hyuk’s heart pounded in his throat.
“__PROTECTED_FOREIGN_QUOTE_4__” Seo-jun had pulled him close, his fingernails digging into his back as he growled, demanding more, willing him to obey.
The memory of his grip, his eyes burning with fever, had Tae-hyuk’s pulse racing as his heart pounded in time with his fingers, sliding up and down his length in a slow, heavy rhythm.
“__PROTECTED_FOREIGN_QUOTE_5__” he gritted his teeth as the phantom sensation of Jun’s touch rolled over his skin, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
“__PROTECTED_FOREIGN_QUOTE_6__” his fingers curled hungrily into the silk, his head falling back against the mattress as his hips bucked, his release bursting from his groin in great, writhing pulses.
He groaned, the sound vibrating in his chest as his heart raced, his body overcome with the aftershocks of his climax, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as he finally stilled, his fingers curling in the sheet.
Still panting, Tae-hyuk rested his head against the mattress, his dark eyes hazy as he looked up at the ceiling, a foolish, silly smile touching his lips.
Seo-jun had walked out thinking he had left it all behind, their bond severed, their connection broken.
Tae-hyuk had never realized how right it felt to be bound, to be possessed, and taken in every way by the arrogant Omega who had stormed into his heart, his world, and stolen it all without a second thought.