𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 || 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐖𝐨𝐧

Chapter 27

Mingyu stared at the sleeping omega—his omega—and smiled. The firelight painted patterns across Wonwoo’s body, and he traced them with his fingers. He could feel the heat under Wonwoo’s skin, the omega’s scent rich and enticing. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, nuzzling at the nape of Wonwoo’s neck. Wonwoo murmured sleepily and turned toward him, seeking him out.

“Mingyu?”

“Right here.”

“Good. Need you.”

Mingyu kissed the sleepy omega’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That got him a smile as the sleep fell away and Wonwoo stared at him, swallowing hard. “I never thought I’d want this—someone to be mine, someone to belong to. But I want you so badly it hurts right now.”

Mingyu smiled, then frowned. “You’re hurting? Let me help.”

He got a quiet laugh in response. “It’s a good hurt. I mean, as long as you aren’t planning on taking off and leaving me here unsatisfied.”

“Never,” Mingyu vowed. He ran his hand down Wonwoo’s back soothingly, resting it in the dip of his lower back as he watched the omega’s face.

“Oh, good. I’m not above kidnapping. Or bribery.”

Mingyu chuckled at that. “Bribery, huh? Now you have me intrigued.”

“Well, I could promise you a repeat of what we just did, or if you’re feeling more adventurous…”

“I’m sold,” Mingyu promised. “Your every wish is my command.”

It was Wonwoo’s turn to laugh. “That was easy.” His laugh became a frustrated groan. “I never thought I’d want to be touched so much. It’s like an itch that’s taking up every inch of space inside my head.”

“I am touching you,” Mingyu pointed out, rubbing a soothing circle across Wonwoo’s back.

“Not there,” Wonwoo complained. His voice went quiet. “I just feel… empty. Like something is missing, a piece lost in a puzzle, and every cell in my body insists that you are going to fill the void and chase the emptiness away.”

Mingyu hummed thoughtfully and leaned closer. He let his hand trail lower, brushing across the swell of Wonwoo’s ass. The omega bucked up into the touch, his body almost vibrating with need. Mingyu continued to stroke across his skin, waiting for Wonwoo to settle. Then, with the pads of his fingers, he started again. Stroking slow, teasing trails down Wonwoo’s back and over his buttocks.

“How long has it been?” he asked. His last roll in the hay had been almost a year earlier, just a way to pass the time during a layover. This was different, and not just because Wonwoo was in heat. It felt like there was a lot at stake, somehow. He didn’t want to mess this up.

“Too long,” Wonwoo said with a groan. “Maybe that’s why this is so… so… much. Please, Mingyu. Help me.”

“You’re doing good,” Mingyu assured him, continuing his ministrations.

He stroked Wonwoo’s ass again, letting one finger dip into the crease between his cheeks. Wonwoo whimpered throatily, pushing up into Mingyu’s touch. Another caress, and Mingyu began to focus in on his target, easing one lone finger down Wonwoo’s back and into that hollow. His finger just brushed the omega’s hole, and the sound Wonwoo made went right to his groin.

“Like that, huh?”

“Hell, yes.” Wonwoo huffed out a breath. “You’re going to be the death of me. Everything you do is calm and considered. Figures you’d be that way between the sheets.”