TAT | MW [✔]

07. Mingyu

Nothing could have prepared me for taking an omega through heat. It was hands down the hottest sex I'd ever had, so I understood why some alphas would have wanted to be an ESA. But after the third heat wave in the middle of the night, I didn't know how any alpha could view the whole thing as an emotionless job that needed to be done and then left behind.

It wasn't just the knotting that made it hot either. It was the whole thing, the way I just had to touch Wonwoo everywhere, the way he was hungry for my cock and cum, the way every nerve ending in my body fired at once as I slid into Wonwoo's amazing wetness, and the way both of our orgasms lasted ten times longer than I had thought was humanly possible.

Or maybe it was just Wonwoo.

There was something deeply special about Jeon Wonwoo. I'd blurted out that I loved him after that second heat wave, and even though I didn't repeat the words during or after the third, I didn't feel like I wanted to take them back. And when I woke late into the morning after that third wave, even though I wasn't knotted in him anymore, I just wanted to hold Wonwoo close to me and breathe in his essence.

The storm that had wreaked havoc the night before had completely passed at some point during the night, and bright, glittering sunlight pored through Wonwoo's bedroom window as I came to full wakefulness. We hadn't shut the curtains the night before. We'd been just a wee bit preoccupied. Then again, Wonwoo's cabin was so remote that there was no one around to peer through the windows and see our sticky, disheveled, still a bit overheated bodies twined together on the bed—which looked like it had been the scene of a particularly raunchy Jell-O wrestling match.

That made me laugh, even though part of me felt completely disgusting.

"What are you laughing at?" Wonwoo said groggily. We'd slept with me spooning him from behind, so he twisted to glance over his shoulder at me.

The sight of him all sleepy and heat-wrecked was so beautiful that I caught my breath. Objectively, he was a mess. We'd run out of wipes after that third heat, and he had spots of dried cum all over his chest and shoulders, and mats of it in his hair. His skin was still flushed pink, telling me we weren't even halfway through and there would be more fucking mayhem in as little as a few minutes. His lips were swollen from all the kissing we'd done in that third wave, and I had a feeling that his hole was red and puffy and sore from the way I'd pounded him so hard and knotted him. But he was luminescent, and I loved him.

Loved it, I corrected myself. I loved it. I loved the way he looked, the feelings he gave me, and yes, I fucking loved the sex. But it was foolish to think I loved him. We didn't know each other, not really.

"How do the trained ESAs stop themselves from feeling like they're head over heels in love with their clients?" I blurted out the question, then immediately felt stupid.

Wonwoo flushed a darker, sexier shade of red, then muscled himself around to face me. He winced as he did, telling me his omega body had taken a beating, and would continue to take one for another couple of days.

"They don't, usually," he said with a sober look of honesty in his eyes. He rested his palm against my left pec. My heart immediately began to beat in time with the pulse I could swear I felt in his hand. He stared at his hand for a while before looking up into my eyes. "ESAs are perfectly capable of taking an omega through their heat with complete detachment. I mean, it's not like they're cold or anything," he quickly corrected himself. "We only hire alphas who have a compassionate streak and who are genuinely decent human beings. That's why the application process is so stringent."

I had a feeling I knew what he was getting at with that comment, even though it was a diversion. That was the weird thing. I was absolutely certain I knew what Wonwoo really meant, no matter what he said. Like I had some sort of sixth sense of him after all we'd done.