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The forest had no mercy for men who thought they knew better.
Minho learned this somewhere between the third wrong turn and the moment the sun started its descent, bleeding orange through the canopy. His radio had died two hours ago. His truck was somewhere behind him—east, maybe, or what he’d thought was east before the trail markers stopped making sense.
He'd been logging these woods for five years. He knew them like the back of his hand, or thought he did. But the forest had a way of shifting when you stopped paying attention, of turning familiar paths into something foreign.
His boots caught on exposed roots, mud sucking at the soles. The temperature was dropping. He needed to find the access road before it became fully dark, before the cold settled into his bones and made him stupid.
That's when he saw the light.
It was just a flash at first through the trees, fabric moving where there shouldn’t be fabric, pale against the darkening green. Minho stopped, hand going automatically to the axe at his belt.
The light moved again. closer.
And then he saw him.
The omega stood in a small clearing about twenty feet ahead, and Minho's first thought was that he’d hit his head somewhere along the way. He thought he was hallucinating because nobody dressed like that in the forest. The fabric looked thin, almost translucent, draping over his shoulders and catching the dying light. The omega’s feet were bare against the moss.
But it was his face that made Minho's breath catch. Round cheeks, delicate features, dark eyes that seemed to glow in the dimness. Pretty didn’t cover it. Pretty was too small a word to describe the beauty that had just graced his eyes.
“You're lost,” the omega said.
Minho's throat felt tight. “Yeah.”
The guy tilted his head, studying Minho with an intensity that made his skin prickle. Something about the gaze felt wrong, like he could see straight through him.
“I can help,” he said, and his voice was soft, the kind of voice that made you want to lean in closer. “If you want.”
Every instinct Minho had developed in his thirty years of life was screaming at him. The omega’s scent was barely there, just a whisper of something sweet that didn’t quite fit the forest floor and pine sap. His posture was too relaxed for someone alone in the woods at dusk. And those eyes…
“What are you doing out here?” Minho asked.
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I live here.”
“In the forest?”
“Yes.”
Minho glanced around the clearing. There was no cabin, no camp in sight, nothing but trees and shadow.
“Where?”
“Not far.” He took a step closer, and Minho’s hand tightened on his axe handle without meaning to.
The omega noticed, his smile widening slightly. “You don’t trust me.”
“I don’t know you.”
“But you need me.” He took another step, the white fabric whispering against the ground. “Don’t you, alpha?”
The title sent heat down Minho's spine, unwanted and immediate. He hadn’t been called that in months, had been avoiding the clubs and the scenes where alphas and omegas played their games.Out here he was just Minho, just a man with a job and no complications.
But his body didn’t care about that. The omega’s scent was getting stronger, threading through the air like smoke, and underneath the sweetness was something else—something that made Minho's pulse quicken.
“I just need directions,” Minho said. His voice came out rougher than he intended.
The omega laughed, bright and crystalline. “Of course. I'll take you somewhere safe. You can rest, figure out where you are.” he turned, white fabric swirling. “Follow me.”
Minho didn’t move.
The omega glanced back over his shoulder. “Or you can stay here. See how long you last when it gets dark.” His eyes gleamed. “Your choice, alpha.”
Minho knew better. Every story his grandmother had told him as a kid, every warning his father had given him about the deep woods—they all said the same thing. Don’t follow strange things into the forest. Dont trust what seems too good to be true.
But his radio was dead. His phone had no signal. And the omega was already walking away, his pale shape disappearing between the trees.
“Wait,” Minho called.
He had no choice but to follow.
The omega moved through the forest like he was part of it, bare feet finding purchase on wet stones and rotted logs without hesitation. Minho struggled to keep up, his heavy boots and exhaustion making him clumsy. Branches caught at his jacket.
“What's your name?” he asked, just to break the silence.
“Jisung.”
“I'm..”
“Minho. I know.”
That stopped him cold. “How?”
Jisung glanced back, expression unreadable in the deepening dark. “You talk in your sleep when you rest against trees. When you think nobody’s listening.”
Minho's blood went cold. “You’ve been watching me.”
“The forest watches everyone.” Jisung kept walking. “I just pay attention.”
They walked for another ten minutes in silence. The trees were getting denser, the path—if it could be called a path—narrowing to almost nothing.
Minho's sense of direction was completely shot now. He had no idea which way they’d come from.
He was almost about to turn the other way when the shed appeared.
It was small, barely bigger than a hunting blind, mostly hidden under a massive oak. The wood was weathered gray, moss climbing the walls. There was a single window covered with a strange kind of tar. The door hung slightly crooked on its hinges.
“Here,” Jisung said, pushing the door open.
Minho peered inside. There was a cot, a small table, a few shelves with jars he couldn’t identify in the darkness. It smelled earthy with hints of something floral he couldn’t place.
“Do you live here?”
“Sometimes.” Jisung stepped inside, and the space seemed to shrink around him. “Come in.”
Minho stayed in the doorway. “I should..”
“Should what?” Jisung turned to face him fully. In the enclosed space his scent was overwhelming, thick and heady, making Minho’s head spin. “Go back out there in the dark? wander until you fall in a ravine or freeze?”
“You could just point me toward the road…”
“There is no road from here, at least not one you’d find.” Jisung moved closer, and Minho found himself backing up a step, hitting the doorframe. “You’d die out there, Minho. Is that what you want?”
“No, but..”
“Then come inside.”
It wasn’t a request.
Minho stepped over the threshold. The door swung shut behind him, and in the sudden darkness he heard Jisung moving, striking a match. Warm light bloomed from an oil lamp on the table.
And in that light, Minho finally saw him clearly.
Jisung was beautiful, inhumanly so. His skin seemed to glow, and when he moved the white fabric clung and released in ways that made Minho's mouth go dry. But it was his eyes that held Minho frozen. They were darker than they should be, pupils blown wide, and there was something ancient in them. Something hungry.
“Sit,” Jisung said, gesturing to the cot.
Minho sat. He didn’t remember deciding to.
Jisung perched on the edge of the table, studying him. “You’re strong,” he said softly. "I could tell from far away. The way you move. The way you smell.” he tilted his head. “Alphas like you don’t come here often anymore.”
“Alphas like me?”
“Vital.” Jisung’s lips curved. “Full of life.”
The word hung in the air between them, heavy with implication.
“What are you?” Minho asked.
Jisung’s smile widened. “What do you think I am?”
Minho's grandmother’s stories came back to him about creatures that lived deep in the woods. Things that looked human but weren’t. Sirens who lured lost travelers to their deaths, who fed on…
“You're scared,” Jisung observed. “But you’re still here.”
“You didn’t give me much choice.”
“There’s always a choice, alpha.” Jisung slid off the table, moving closer. His scent wrapped around Minho like a drug. “You could run. Try to find your way back. Maybe you’d make it. Maybe you wouldn’t.” he stopped just inches away. “Or you could stay.”
“And then what?”
Jisung reached out, fingers ghosting along Minho’s jaw. His touch was electric. “Then we see what happens.”
Minho should have bolted for the door and taken his chances with the forest. But his body felt heavy, pinned under Jisung’s gaze, and when the omega’s fingers slipped into his hair, tilting his head back, Minho let him.
“You know what I am,” Jisung whispered. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Minho breathed. “I know.”
“And you’re still here.”
“Yeah.”
Jisung’s smile was sharp and triumphant. “Then let’s not pretend this is anything but what it is.”
Minho’s answer was to pull him in.
Jisung came willingly, which shouldn’t have surprised him. This was what he’d been engineering since the clearing, since the first flash of white through the trees. But the sound he made when Minho’s hands found his waist was genuine and nothing like the sharp triumphant smile of a moment ago.
He kissed him and felt the sweetness hit him like stepping off a ledge.
It was different up close. The scent had been working on him from a distance the whole walk — softening his edges, slowing his thinking, turning his instincts into something blunt and cooperative — but this was the source of it, this was Jisung himself, and Minho felt it move through him like warm water finding every crevice.
His hands tightened on Jisung’s waist. His thoughts, already compromised, went quieter.
Jisung pulled back just far enough to look at him.
“There it is,” he said softly.
“What?”
“You stopping fighting.” His fingers were still in Minho’s hair, nails scratching lightly. “You’ve been fighting it since the clearing.”
“I know what you are,” Minho said.
“I know you do.” Jisung tilted his head, studying him with those eyes. “Most of them don’t. Most of them think they’ve just gotten lucky, that they found a pretty face in the woods.”
Something moved across his expression. “You knew and you followed anyway.”
“You didn’t give me much choice.”
“I gave you every chance to leave,” Jisung said. “I always do.”
“Does it hurt them?” He said. “The ones who don’t know.”
Jisung was quiet for a moment. “No. They leave tired. They forget.” There was a pause. “They're fine.”
“But they don’t choose it.”
“No.” Something shifted in Jisung’s face. “You’re the first one in a long time who has.”
The shed was very small around them. The lamp threw warm unsteady light across the cot. Outside the forest had gone fully dark.
Minho reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Jisung’s ear and felt him go still at the touch.
“Then let’s do this right,” Minho said.
Jisung stared at him. Something in his expression cracked open, just slightly — the ancient patience giving way to something younger and less certain.
“Right,” he repeated, like the word was foreign.
“Yeah.” Minho’s hands slid up his back, feeling the warmth of him through the thin white fabric. “You’ve been running this long enough. You can just..” He pulled him closer. “be here.”
Jisung made a sound Minho suspected he hadn’t meant to make. Small, soft, nothing like the crystalline laugh in the forest or the sharp smile in the doorway.
He pressed his face into Minho’s neck and his hands tightened in his hair and he stayed there for a moment, just breathing.
Minho held him and waited.
Then Jisung pulled back and kissed him again. It was less patient, something underneath it that felt like hunger of a different kind than what he’d been advertising.
Minho kissed back and felt him open up under it. He got his hands properly on him and Jisung made that sound again, louder this time, and stopped pretending he wasn’t making it.
The sweetness in the air thickened. Minho felt it move through him and couldn’t separate it from wanting Jisung, couldn’t find the line between what the siren had done to him and what he’d been heading toward on his own, and after a moment stopped trying.
It didn’t matter.
He was here. He’d chosen to be here.
Minho’s hands settled on Jisung’s waist, feeling the impossible delicacy of him through the thin fabric.
Jisung made a soft sound, pleased, and stepped even closer until he was practically in Minho’s lap.
“You’re not afraid,” Jisung observed. His fingers played with the collar of Minho’s shirt. “Most alphas are afraid when they realize what I am.”
“I’m terrified,” Minho said honestly. “But I’m also…”
“Hard?” Jisung’s hand dropped lower, palmed the obvious bulge in Minho’s pants. “Yes. I can feel that.”
Minho groaned, hips jerking up into the touch. He couldn’t help it. It had been months since he’d touched another person, and Jisung was—god, Jisung was perfect. The scent of him was overwhelming this close, making Minho’s head swim, making his alpha instincts roar to life.
“You want me,” Jisung said. “Even knowing what I’ll do to you.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Minho’s hands tightened on Jisung’s waist. “Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Because I’m going to die anyway. Because I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you right now.”
Jisung’s eyes darkened. “You say such pretty things, alpha.” He leaned down, lips brushing Minho’s ear. “I wonder how pretty you’ll sound when you’re inside me.”
Minho made a desperate sound, and Jisung laughed—delighted and cruel and somehow still lovely.
“Take off your clothes,” Jisung commanded, stepping back.
Minho obeyed without thinking. Shrugged out of his jacket, pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his boots. His hands fumbled with his belt, clumsy with want, and Jisung watched with hungry eyes.
When Minho was naked, Jisung circled him slowly, studying. “Yes,” he murmured. “You’ll do nicely.”
Jisung’s fingers trailed across Minho’s shoulders, down his spine. “All this strength. All this life. You’re full of it, alpha. I can feel it thrumming under your skin.”
He came around to face Minho again, and his hands went to the shoulders of his dress. The fabric slipped down his arms, pooled at his feet, and Minho stopped breathing.
Jisung was—there were no words. Soft and lush and perfect, all smooth skin and gentle curves. His chest was fuller than Minho expected, nipples pink and peaked in the warm air. His waist dipped in before flaring to rounded hips and thick thighs.
Jisung stepped close again, pressing against Minho’s chest. “I’m going into heat. It happens when I find prey.” His hand wrapped around Minho’s cock, and Minho nearly sobbed. “When I find an alpha to breed me.”
Minho’s hands found Jisung’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” Jisung agreed. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
He pushed at Minho’s chest, guiding him back onto the bed. Minho went willingly, and Jisung followed, straddling his hips. The heat of him was incredible, slick already coating Minho’s cock where it pressed against Jisung’s entrance.
“I want to taste you first,” Jisung said. “Want to feel all of you.”
He slid down Minho’s body, and before Minho could process what was happening, Jisung had settled between his thighs and taken him into his mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming. Wet heat enveloping him, Jisung’s tongue working against the underside of his cock, the obscene sight of those pretty lips stretched around him. Minho’s hands fisted in the furs beneath him, fighting the urge to thrust up, to fuck that perfect mouth.
But Jisung didn’t need encouragement. He took Minho deep, throat working, and the sound he made was pleased, hungry. Like Minho tasted good. Like he couldn’t get enough.
“Jisung—fuck—”
Jisung pulled off with a wet sound, lips swollen and shining. “You taste like the forest,” he said. He licked a stripe up Minho’s length. “I could devour you.”
“Please,” Minho gasped, and wasn’t sure what he was begging for.
Jisung took him back down, and this time he didn’t hold back. Bobbed his head in a rhythm that had Minho seeing stars, using his hands to work what didn’t fit in his mouth.
Minho lasted maybe a minute before he was gasping. Jisung didn’t pull away. Just looked up at him with those dark endless eyes and took everything Minho had to give.
When Minho finally came back to himself, panting and oversensitive, Jisung was crawling back up his body with a satisfied smile.
“Good,” Jisung murmured. “So good, alpha. But we’re not done.”
“I need..give me a minute..”
“No.” Jisung ground down against him, and Minho realized with shock that he was still hard. Harder, even, his cock flushed and aching. “You don’t get to rest. Not until I’ve taken everything.”
His hand reached between them, positioned Minho at his entrance. Minho could feel how wet he was, slick dripping down onto Minho’s cock, and the scent was so strong now it made his head spin.
“Jisung..”
“Shh.” Jisung sank down slowly, taking Minho inch by inch. His head fell back, lips parting on a moan that sounded like music. “Oh. Oh, yes.”
Minho’s hands found his hips again, gripping tight. The feeling of Jisung around him was indescribable—hot and impossibly tight, clenching rhythmically like Jisung’s body was trying to pull him deeper.
“So big,” Jisung breathed. “Stretching me so well.”
He rolled his hips experimentally, and they both groaned. “Can you feel it, alpha? How perfectly you fit inside me?”
Minho could barely think, let alone speak. But he managed a nod.
“Good.” Jisung started to move, riding him with the same liquid grace he’d shown walking through the forest. Up and down, taking Minho deep and then nearly letting him slip out, over and over until Minho was mindless with it.
His gaze caught on Jisung’s chest, on the way it bounced with each movement. Before he could think better of it, his hands were there, cupping the soft weight, thumbs brushing over his hard nipples.
Jisung’s face broke into an amused grin. “You like them?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
“Then use them.” Jisung leaned forward, changing the angle so Minho slipped even deeper. “Touch me. Taste me. They’re yours.”
Minho sat up, pulling Jisung into his lap, and got his mouth on one breast. Sucked hard on the nipple, biting gently, and Jisung keened above him. The sound went straight to Minho’s cock, made him thrust up harder.
“Yes,” Jisung gasped. “Like that. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Minho switched to the other side, lavishing the same attention, and Jisung’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him there. The omega was shaking now, close to something, and Minho could feel it in the way he clenched around him.
“I’m going to..” Jisung’s words cut off in a cry as he came, untouched, just from Minho’s cock and mouth. His whole body went taut, inner walls fluttering, and it was so perfect Minho nearly followed him over.
But something was different. As Jisung came apart above him, Minho felt a pulling sensation, like something was being drawn out of him. Not painful, but definitely there. His strength, his vitality, flowing into Jisung through every point of contact.
He should have been terrified. Should have pushed Jisung away.
Instead, he thrust up harder.
“More,” he muttered gainst Jisung’s chest. “Take more.”
Jisung laughed, breathless and wild. “Greedy alpha. You want me to drain you?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to take everything until you can’t move? Until you’re empty?”
“Yes—fuck—Jisung—”
“Then give it to me.” Jisung grabbed his face, forcing him to meet those dark eyes. “All of it. Every drop. Fill me up, alpha. Breed me.”
The words shouldn’t have affected Minho the way they did. But god, the thought of filling Jisung so full, of his seed taking root, of Jisung round and swollen with…
“On your back,” Minho heard himself say. “Need to..need to get deeper..”
Jisung went willingly, letting Minho flip their positions. He spread his legs wide, being absolutely shameless about it, and Minho could see where they were joined—his cock disappearing into Jisung’s body.
“Beautiful,” Minho breathed. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in hard.
Jisung’s back arched off the bed. “There! Right there!”
Minho did it again. And again. Found the angle that made Jisung cry out and chased it relentlessly. His hands went to Jisung’s thighs, pushing them wider, opening him up even more.
“So thick,” Minho murmured, kneading the soft flesh. “Everything about you is perfect.”
He pulled Jisung’s thighs together, pushing them up toward his chest, and thrust into his leaking hole. His cock dragged against the soft skin and the sensation was incredible.
“Oh,” Jisung breathed. “Oh, that’s..”
Minho thrust again, harder, and when Minho looked down he could see the bulge of himself in Jisung’s belly.
“Fuck,” he choked out. “Jisung, I can see..”
“I know.” Jisung’s hand came down to trace the outline. “So deep. Filling me so perfectly.” His eyes were half-lidded, pleasure-drunk. “Want you to knot me. I want to feel it grow inside me.”
Minho could feel it building at the base of his cock. Knew his knot was starting to swell. “Jisung..”
“Do it. Knot me, breed me, give me everything..”
He could feel his knot starting to swell, could feel the way Jisung’s body responded to it, clenching tighter. But he wasn’t ready yet. Wasn’t ready for this to end.
Minho pulled out, and Jisung made a desperate sound.
“No—why—”
“Because I want more of you.” Minho’s hands were already moving Jisung, positioning him. “I want to see all of you. Taste all of you.”
He got Jisung on his hands and knees, and the sight nearly killed him. The elegant curve of Jisung’s spine, the roundness of his ass, his hole pink and swollen and dripping with cum.
Minho couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and licked a stripe around Jisung’s rim, the sweetness immediately hitting his tongue.
Jisung’s arms gave out, face pressing into the bed as he moaned. “Minho..what are you..”
“Tasting you.” Minho did it again, this time pressing his tongue inside. The taste of Jisung’s slick was overwhelming. “You taste so good. So perfect.”
He ate Jisung out with single-minded focus, tongue fucking him open, sucking at his rim, until Jisung was sobbing and trying to push back against his face.
“Please..please I need..need your cock…”
“Do you?” Minho pulled back, wiping his mouth. “Beg for it.”
“Please, alpha, please fuck me, need you inside me, need you to fill me up…”
Minho slammed back inside in one thrust, and Jisung screamed. From this angle he was so deep, hitting places that made Jisung incoherent. He set a brutal pace, chasing his own pleasure now, and Jisung took it all.
“Yes..yes…harder..please…”
Minho’s hands gripped Jisung’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him back onto each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small shed, mixed with their gasps and moans.
“Touch yourself,” Minho commanded. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
Jisung’s hand went between his legs, and Minho could feel the movement, could feel when Jisung’s fingers brushed against where they were joined.
“Oh god—Minho—I’m—”
“Come for me, omega. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Jisung came with a broken cry, body clenching so tight around Minho that he could barely move. And that pulling sensation intensified, became almost overwhelming, and Minho felt his knot catch.
But he fought it. Pulled out before he could lock inside, and Jisung whimpered at the loss.
“Not yet,” Minho gasped. He was barely holding on, barely in control. “Not done with you yet.”
He flipped Jisung onto his back again, and this time his gaze caught on Jisung’s chest. On the way it heaved with each breath, flushed and perfect.
Jisung understood immediately. He pressed his breasts together and looked up at Minho with dark knowing eyes. “You want to fuck them, alpha?”
“Yes…fuck..please..”
“Then do it.” Jisung’s smile was wicked. “Use me. Take what you want.”
Minho straddled Jisung’s chest, positioning his cock between those perfect breasts. When he thrust forward, the softness enveloping him was incredible. Different from Jisung’s mouth, from his ass, but perfect in its own way.
“That’s it,” Jisung murmured. “Fuck my tits, alpha. Get them messy.”
Minho set a rhythm, thrusting between Jisung’s breasts, and every time the head of his cock appeared Jisung would lean forward and lick at it. The combination of soft flesh and wet tongue was driving Minho insane.
“So good,” Minho gasped. “You’re so good for me, omega.”
“Only for you.” Jisung’s hands pressed his breasts tighter together. “Only you get to use me like this.”
The possessiveness in those words made something primal in Minho roar to life. He thrust harder, chasing the building pressure, and when he came it was explosive—covering Jisung’s chest with thick ropes of cum.
Jisung made a pleased sound, fingers gathering some of it and bringing it to his mouth. He licked them clean while maintaining eye contact, and Minho’s cock twitched with interest despite having just come.
“Again,” Jisung said. “I can take more.”
“I don’t know if I..”
But his body disagreed. His cock was already hardening again, and the pull of Jisung’s heat was impossible to resist.
“Against the wall,” Jisung said, standing on shaky legs. “I want you to fuck me against the wall.”
Minho followed him on instinct, letting Jisung guide him to the rough wooden wall of the shed. Jisung turned, pressed his palms flat against the wood, and looked back over his shoulder.
“Well?” he challenged. “Are you going to breed me or not?”
Minho was on him in a second. Lined up and thrust in, and from this angle he could go even deeper. Jisung’s back arched, pushing his ass out, and Minho gripped his hips and fucked him with everything he had.
The sound was obscene—wet and filthy, Jisung’s slick making everything slide perfectly. Minho’s hand came around to Jisung’s cock, found it hard and leaking again.
“How many times?” Minho asked, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “How many times can I make you come?”
“As many…as many as you want..I’m yours..all yours..”
“Mine,” Minho agreed, something possessive and dark unfurling in his chest. “My omega. Made to take my cock.”
“Yes…god yes..only you..”
Jisung came again, painting the wall with his release, and Minho felt that pull intensify. Felt more of his energy draining into Jisung. But instead of weakness, he felt power.
He pulled Jisung away from the wall, walking them back to the bed. They collapsed and this time when Minho thrust inside it was slower. Deeper.
“Look at me,” Minho said, cupping Jisung’s face. “Want to see you.”
Jisung’s eyes met his, dark and fathomless, and Minho was drowning in them. He rolled his hips, grinding deep, and watched pleasure wash across Jisung’s features.
“You’re so beautiful,” Minho breathed. “Perfect. Made for this. Made for me.”
“Minho..”
“Say my name again.”
“Minho..Minho please..”
“Please what?”
“Knot me..need your knot..need you to fill me..breed me..please..”
Minho’s control finally shattered. He hooked Jisung’s legs over his shoulders, folding him nearly in half, and the angle let him sink impossibly deeper. Jisung’s eyes went wide, mouth falling open on a silent scream.
“There,” Minho said, feeling the way his cock pressed against something inside Jisung that made the omega shake. “Right there, isn’t it?”
“Yes—there—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
Minho didn’t stop. Fucked Jisung with deep grinding thrusts, hitting that spot over and over, and Jisung was incoherent beneath him.
“Going to fill you,” Minho promised. “Going to pump you so full. Going to breed you properly. Gonna make you round with my child.”
“Yes..want it…want your baby..please alpha please..”
Minho’s knot was swelling again, catching on Jisung’s rim with each thrust. This time he didn’t fight it. He let it grow and when it finally locked them together Jisung came untouched, screaming.
The pull was intense now. Minho could feel his life force pouring into Jisung, could feel the omega drinking it down. But there was still enough left. Still enough to keep him conscious, keep him aware.
“I can feel it,” Jisung gasped, hand going to his stomach. “So full. So much.”
Minho looked down and groaned. He could see himself in Jisung’s belly, could see the bulge of his knot, could see how full he’d made the omega.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”
His vision went white as he spilled inside Jisung, wave after wave, and with each pulse he felt more of himself draining away.
It should have been terrifying. Instead, it felt right. Like this was what he was meant for. Like everything in his life had led to this moment, locked inside this impossible beautiful creature, giving him everything.
His knot pulsed, another wave of cum filling Jisung, and they both moaned. Minho collapsed onto his forearms, careful not to crush Jisung, and they stayed like that while his knot slowly deflated.
When he could finally pull out, they were both gasping. Cum immediately started leaking from Jisung’s hole, obscene and perfect, and Minho couldn’t look away.
“You’re staring,” Jisung said, but he sounded pleased.
“You’re beautiful like this. All messy and full of me.”
Jisung was stroking his back, making soft soothing sounds, and Minho felt good. Wrung out but not destroyed. Tired but not depleted.
“You’re still alive,” Jisung murmured, sounding almost surprised.
Minho managed to lift his head. “You sound disappointed.”
“Not disappointed. Just…” Jisung’s fingers carded through his hair. “Most alphas don’t survive. I take too much. They give everything and then…”
“But not me?”
“Not you.” Jisung studied him with those dark eyes. “You’re strong. Stronger than most. Or maybe..” His expression shifted to something Minho couldn’t read. “Maybe I didn’t want to take it all.”
Minho’s heart did something complicated in his chest. “Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Jisung’s thumb traced Minho’s cheekbone. “You’re different. You knew what I was and stayed anyway. You didn’t try to fight. Didn’t try to escape. You just gave.”
“I wanted to.”
“I know. That’s what makes you different.” Jisung was quiet for a moment. “I’ve never let anyone survive before.”
“So why me?”
“Because…” Jisung’s gaze dropped. “Because I think I want to see you again.”
Minho felt his dick immediately harden at that. “You want me to come back?”
“Yes.” Jisung pulled him down into a kiss, and it was softer than before. Almost sweet. “I want to see you again, Minho. I want you to visit me. Want you to..” He pulled back, something almost like shyness crossing his features. “Want you to be mine.”
“I thought you were going to drain me.”
“I changed my mind.” Jisung’s fingers traced his jawline. “You’re too interesting to kill. Too strong. Too…” He stopped himself. “I want to keep you.”
“Keep me?”
“Not like that. You can leave. Go back to your logging camp. Live your life.” Jisung’s hand tightened on him. “But come back to me. Once a month. Twice if you can manage. Let me feed on you. Let me…” His voice dropped. “Let me have you again.”
“I’ll come back,” he promised. “I’ll find you.”
“You won’t be able to find this place on your own. The forest won’t let you.” Jisung sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the movement. “But I’ll come to you. When the moon is dark. I’ll find you.”
“How will you..”
“I’ll know where you are. I can always find you now.” Jisung’s smile was sharp. “You’re mine, alpha. I’ve marked you. Tasted you. Taken your seed.” His hand pressed against Minho’s chest, over his heart. “You belong to me.”
It should have been threatening. Instead, it felt like a promise.
“Okay,” Minho said. “I’m yours.”
Jisung kissed him again, and this time it was hungry. “One more time,” he breathed against Minho’s mouth. “I want you one more time before you go.”
“I don’t know if I can..”
“You can.” Jisung’s hand wrapped around Minho’s cock, already coaxing it back to hardness. “You’re strong, remember? And I’m not done with you yet.”
Minho groaned as Jisung stroked him, as the omega’s scent flooded his senses again. “Jisung..”
“I want to try something.” Jisung pushed him back onto the bed, and this time when he straddled Minho, he turned around. He Presented his back, his ass, the perfect curve of his spine. “I want you to see. I want you to watch yourself disappear inside me.”
Minho’s hands found Jisung’s hips as the omega sank down onto him again. From this angle he could see everything—could see his cock stretching Jisung open, could see the omega’s hole fluttering around him, could see the mix of slick and cum coating them both.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Good?” Jisung asked, and started to move.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.”
Jisung rode him slowly this time, grinding down on each thrust, and Minho was transfixed by the sight. By the way Jisung’s body took him so easily, so perfectly. By the soft sounds his omega was making.
His hands slid from Jisung’s hips to his thighs, kneading the thick muscle there. Then higher, to the curve of his ass. He spread Jisung wider, watched himself sink even deeper, and Jisung moaned.
“Touch me,” Jisung gasped. “Please..need..”
Minho reached around, found Jisung’s cock hard and leaking. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked in time with Jisung’s movements, and the omega nearly sobbed.
“Yes..there..don’t stop..”
Minho didn’t stop. He worked Jisung with firm steady strokes while the omega rode him, and he could feel it building again—that pull, that draining sensation. But it was gentler this time. Like Jisung was sipping instead of gulping. Taking what he needed without destroying.
“Going to..” Jisung’s words dissolved into a moan as he came, spilling over Minho’s hand. His body clenched tight around Minho’s cock, and the sensation was enough to drag Minho over the edge too.
He came with a groan, filling Jisung again, and this time when he felt the pull of his life force flowing into the omega, it felt right. Like feeding something precious.
Jisung collapsed back against his chest, and they stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.
“I can feel it,” Jisung said quietly. “Inside me. All of you.”
Minho’s hand went to Jisung’s stomach, feeling the slight swell there. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels good. Right.” Jisung turned his head, pressed a kiss to Minho’s jaw. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me this. For not fighting. For..” Jisung’s voice was soft. “For making me want to keep you alive.”
They cleaned up with water from the pitcher and clothes that appeared from nowhere. Jisung helped Minho dress, fingers lingering on his skin.
“The forest will guide you back,” Jisung said. “Follow the white stones. They’ll lead you to the logging road.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Soon.” Jisung cupped his face, pulled him down for one last kiss. “When the moon goes dark. I’ll come to you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“I know.” Jisung’s smile was soft, almost tender. “Go now, before I change my mind about letting you leave.”
Minho stepped out of the shed into the pre-dawn darkness. When he turned back, the structure looked different—older, more weathered. Like it had been there for centuries.
Jisung stood in the doorway, white dress ghosting around him in a wind Minho couldn’t feel. Beautiful and terrible and utterly otherworldly.
“Goodbye, Minho,” he said.
“Not goodbye,” Minho replied. “I’ll see you soon.”
Jisung’s smile widened. “Yes. You will.”
And then he was gone, the door closing, and when Minho blinked the shed seemed to fade into the trees themselves.
He found the white stones easily—smooth river rocks that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. He followed them through the forest, and this time the trees didn’t twist and confuse. The path was clear.
By the time the sun rose fully, he could see the logging road ahead.
Minho emerged from the forest exhausted but alive. His crew would have questions—where he’d been, how he’d survived. He’d lie, tell them he’d found a hunter’s cabin, and waited out until he could find his way back.
They’d never believe the truth anyway.
As he walked down the dirt road toward camp, Minho’s hand went to his chest. He could still feel it—the mark Jisung had left on him. It was a connection that thrummed under his skin.
When the new moon came, Jisung would find him. Would feed again. Would take what he needed.
And if Jisung was pregnant—if Minho’s seed had taken root in that impossible beautiful body—
Minho smiled to himself.
He’d go back. Again and again. As many times as Jisung wanted.
Because the siren in the forest had claimed him.
And Minho found he didn’t mind at all.