Wolf Boys || Jaebeom + Mark + Jackson + Jinyoung (Got7)

chapter 12

Scalding heat bloomed in the center of your chest, racing through your veins and setting your body aflame. Sweat rolled down your neck and fire kindled between your legs.

You clambered out of bed, fanning yourself with your hand and moving briskly to the bathroom to douse water on your face.

"No, no, no," you pleaded to the moon, though only the morning sun heard your prayers. "Not yet."

You hurried downstairs, flying across the living room and proceeding to raid the kitchen. You were ravenous, starving, your body desperate for fuel. You nibbled at everything you could find, though nothing satisfied your bottomless stomach.

A cry left your mouth when a sharp pain nearly staggered you. You cradled your belly, bracing yourself against the kitchen counter. You knew this would be your first full heat. Your womb was making ready.

This is too soon, you whimpered silently.

When the pain passed you resumed your breakfast, pausing only when the pain returned. If you didn't know any better, you would think you were having contractions.

You were tempted to send a message to your wolf boys to stay far away from the house. From what you could sense, they were all on patrol. Something made them especially territorial today.

Now you knew it was you.

But they didn't know you were on the verge of heat yet. Your pheromones hadn't been strong enough. Perhaps your nesting had set them off.

You chugged a glass of water, washing down your food and attempting to cool yourself off. With every passing second you were becoming more agitated. You were overheating and your vision grew hazy. Whoever came home first would undoubtedly suffer your wrath.

Jaebeom crossed your mind. He was the alpha - your alpha - and he would know how to soothe the animal stirring inside you. At that thought, you wrinkled your nose and pursed your lips. You didn't want to think about Jaebeom like that. He was arrogant and overbearing and an insufferable pain in your ass.

And who of all people should walk through the back door, but Jaebeom himself.

You whipped around and backed up against the counter, clamping your hands on the edge. The smell of him was overwhelming; that musky, heady scent of an alpha. Your lashes fluttered and you gripped the edge even tighter.

"What are you up to in here?" Jaebeom asked with his usual teasing.

You said nothing, only stared at him.

His brow furrowed and Jaebeom called your name softly.

Hearing the notes of his voice say your name with such concern yet assertion caused a strong tightening between your thighs.

You let out a whine, and it was far from human.

The realization crossed over his face. Then Jaebeom was on you at the speed of light, a hand on either side of your waist as he gripped the counter and closed you in. His lips were on your neck and you listened to him take a deep inhale through his nose, holding it before releasing his hot breath on your skin.

"Fuck... me," he growled, a dark rumble lingering in his chest.

You felt even more lightheaded with the intensity of his body heat. Hormones were overloading your sensory system.

"Don't touch me," you murmured weakly.

"I won't touch you until you ask me," Jaebeom reminded, taking in your scent again.

"I love him," you whispered.

"I know," Jaebeom replied, failing to hide his envy. "Your heart wants him, but your body wants me."