Got my claws in you

Chapter 74- and take me

JIN POV:

The sound of a rippled growl snaps the sound of warm chatter, wings flaring at the aggressive sound, eyes darting to the doorway, an instinctive motion to jerk towards it, a sudden snap as the conversation disintegrates into silence and motion bursts. The sound comes from the other apartment door, steps hastening, heart in my throat at the volatile sound... stumbling to a still, hand darting out to steady the cluster of packmates behind me from surging forward at the confrontational scene.

"...what happened?" Joon murmurs behind me, scent spiking with sharp alarm, curses low and hissed as he rears his head back, hand futilely trying to cover the waves of scent that've already filled the space. The scent of sticky sweet berry-anise, the sight of Tae's body stiff with possessiveness, hands hoisting (Y/N) to him, fangs snapping at Jimin whose hand is immediately snatched back, body taking those few steps back, his own scent spiralling with a thick intensity that clashes against the other predator.

There's a sharp low hiss of realisation before Hobi's ducking past me, ears stiff and posture soft, hand careful and slow as it reaches out to draw Jimin to the side, nudging him back even as the fox strains against his arm, growls low in his throat, ears pinning back and tail swishing. Words full of want.

"But she's in pre. And Tae's going into rut."

And even as he says the words I can smell Yoongi's scent sharpening, a soft curse before he ducks his head away, tugging Joon back, the predators' bodies locking up and muscles coiling. Every limb tensing and springing to pounce at the one soft scent in the space. Anise trickling sweeter even as hands cling to Tae, tug him closer, doe eyes slightly dazed as her gaze briefly snaps over to us.

But even so I don't think she truly sees us, the towering cage of Tae's body gripping her fiercer against him, tail curling and swaying with a dangerous predatory intent, stumbling steps as he moves towards her room door.

Rut. And heat.

But (Y/N) was finished with her heats for the year.

And Tae... I don't think Tae had ever had a rut. I don't think he's ever been in one himself.

And despite the sharp curl of arousal lacing caramel and citrus, there's worry in Hobi's eyes, a nervous tautness in his limbs even as he tugs Jimin back, drawing him closer, guiding his head towards his scent gland instead so he can breathe in nutty caramel rather than saccharine arousal and pheromones clouded with pre.

"How on earth did they both get into pre?" is the first question that's asked once I've drawn Kookie back, hand smoothening down his spine and even with a blunter nose than the others, the spiking pheromones makes my head pulse, throb with the constant swarm of pheromones battering at each other. Instincts turning primal, triggered by the honeyed anise.

Yoongi's voice is strangled as he asks the question, lips thinning to a tight grimness as he passes the pills to Hobi, nudging him to down a suppressant pill to stop themselves into falling into triggered ruts.

Especially because felines aren't known for sharing.

I know that all too well.

So when Hobi takes the mild daily suppressant without the barest protest, it's with a grimace of knowing that the worst thing to do right now is get triggered by Tae's pheromones, to be aching and restlessly thrashing for the same thing as his younger mate and not being able to get to (Y/N)... particularly because she's unmated to the majority of the pack and because Tae's going through his first rut. It'll be rough on the entire pack.