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

chapter 19

[ smut warning ]

It had been a week since Jaebeom returned and the mood in the house shifted.

For one, you dragged him to the bedroom immediately and celebrated the success of heat.

But if you thought heat hormones were rough, pregnancy threw her head back and laughed.

Your breasts were swelling and damn, did they ache. Just the way your nipples brushed your shirt was moan-inducing. Between your legs fared no better. You had never been this sensitive.

Increasing blood flow. Rising hormone levels. Your baby was thriving, casting a glow across your skin.

But damn if it didn't come with side effects.

Temperamental was an understatement. One minute you could be kissing Jackson like you wanted to suck the soul out of him and the next you were chasing him from the house for sneezing too loudly.

On two occasions you sat in your nest and cried. Your body felt like a nerve laid raw, every brush of air making you twinge with stimulation. And when you weren't eating everything in sight, you were using Jinyoung as a pillow and filling the house with the echoing sound of your snores.

It wasn't your fault. Wolves grew faster than humans. What should have taken nearly ten months would take you about six, if you were lucky. You were in an endless state of conjuring magic, pumping it into the veins of your growing baby. It was taxing, to say the least.

Your alpha pheromones were overwhelming. The wolf boys took mere glances at you and wanted to bow in submission. Even Jaebeom had to take periodic moments away from you. Your scent smothered him. So did your emotional outbursts.

It was on one of his rounds through the forest, patrolling the border as he always did, that you were left with Mark.

Everything Mark did was mouth-watering. Every line of his muscles made your tongue dart out and wet your lips. You thought about the way he had trailed kisses up your neck, eager to distract you and make you feel good.

Another surge of hormones coursed through your body and you shivered. Your mind filled with images of Mark sighing in pleasure, filling you to the brim and shoving his tongue down your throat. At the moment, all you were aware of was the thrumming and tightening between your legs.

Sidling next to him on the couch, you called, "Mark?"

Mark had the benefit of being a sigma. He didn't flinch at your imbalances like the others did. He could sense them coming a mile away. "Yes, alpha?"

They always addressed you by your rank now. It made you haughty with pride. You inched closer until you were snug against his side, until there was no space between you and him. Leaning in, you rested your chin on his shoulder and whispered darkly, "Tell me what's on your mind."

Mark knew that tone anywhere and the corners of his mouth lifted. Turning his head, Mark murmured, "Right now? Your scent."

Hormones were colliding like explosive reactions inside you. You were ravenous and you straddled his lap without hesitation.

Mark gazed up at you, biting his lip to hide a smile, and rested his hands on your thighs. He knew you had an itch that needed scratching, but he still released a tiny grunt when you landed squarely on his crotch.

You held his face in your hands, staring into his golden eyes, and whispered, "I need you. I need you to fill me."

"I want you," he growled, hands gripping your ass. "Since day one."

You brushed your nose against his and sighed, "Then, have me."

There was hesitation. "But, you're..."