There was a continuous heavy thumping under the pad of Minho's finger, caressing the soft skin of Jisung's neck, right over his pulse. The small storage room had become filled with the scent of honey, and the thin layer of sweat on the Omega's skin felt sticky. The rising heat almost reminded Minho of the smell of toffee being made.
"And you're absolutely sure?" Minho asked one last time, despite his mouth filling with saliva at the mere possibility. He couldn't help it, it was autonomic. Alphas are meant to mark, meant to protect. Sure, an Alpha can mark a Beta, but it's just a display of commitment, like a marriage license, or a tattoo. Sure, an Alpha can partially make a Beta submit to them, but it's not as needed, as Betas didn't need guiding into safety. Betas weren't vulnerable, weren't preyed upon.
Pouting, "It's gonna hurt like a bitch, but yes, I'm sure." Jisung's brown boba pearl eyes met the Alpha's, certain.
Holding out his own arm, the puncture marks of his own bite presented to the Omega, Minho offered "Bite here. It should help not only with the pain, but also any noise."
"Where your blood and spit is? Gross." Jisung wrinkled his nose. "I don't know you like that."
"I–" Minho blinked, dumbfounded, "You're letting me bite you but you won't muffle your screams because you 'don't know me like that'?"
"I don't know your health! You could give me kennel cough or some shit." Jisung laughed, turning it playful with his ridiculous statement at the end.
This was a bad idea. The more they spoke, the more Minho started getting attached. He promised he would respect Jisung's boundaries, would never see him again, even after biting him, if he chose. But, letting his adoration grow before ever sinking his teeth into the Omega's skin, that was a mistake. It was going to hurt like a bitch.
"You're so dumb." Minho chuckled with no sincerity. But insults were safer.
"Thought you gathered that already, Alpha." Jisung was referring to how they ended up in their situation in the first place, his impulsive decision. The tease of Minho's ranking was just because.
Again, autonomic, Minho's eyes turned amber at being referred to as 'Alpha'. Instincts couldn't be helped.
Ready to get the worst part over with, Jisung leaned forward, slotting his fangs in the place Minho's were in not long ago, not yet biting though. A silent way of saying 'go ahead.'
Minho leaned in and immediately felt the heat radiating off of Jisung's skin. He wanted to drown in nature's sugar. His lips barely grazed the Omega's neck and both males released an excessive amount of pheromones, anticipation circling in the air along with honey and cardamom. In preparation for what he expected to be excruciating for Jisung, Minho cradled the back of the Omega's head in his hand, before licking the exposed scent gland, fuzzying both of their brains.
Sharp fangs broke Jisung's fragile skin surrounding his scent gland, causing him to jolt forward and bite down harshly, the taste of Minho's blood hitting his tongue. It felt like thousands of volts of electricity shot through his body, knocking the breath out of him. Minho couldn't help the low, satisfied groan rumbling in his throat.
Jisung's nerves were on fire. Being bit without mating beforehand, there were specific chemicals not being released internally to numb his skin, so he felt every single tooth as it dug further in his flesh, the scar already burning in, forming to an Alpha's bite. He was marked. He was claimed. He shook and struggled from pain, no matter how hard he tried not to, and unintentionally, buried his claws into the Alpha's arm. Tears stung his eyes before they streamed down his face to his chin, dripping and mixing into the blood that spilled past his lips. He whimpered, whined, and nearly screamed, if it wasn't for the chunk of arm he had in his mouth. Somehow, the thing grounding him the most was Minho's preemptive gesture, feeling safe in the hold, pulled close to an Alpha– his Alpha.
