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╭ ⠀🌸⠀﹒⠀𝓙𝐈𝐀 .ᐟ

the moment he rose from his seat her world stopped. she's only seen him a few times since their original meeting hardly a week ago. each of those times she was too overwhelmed to fully comprehend the man before her. only now does she notice how much he towers over her tiny figure. but she remained still, her body stuck in place while he steps closer and into her better point of view, despite how much she still felt like running away. well, she didn't feel like running away for too long. once his fingers brushed over her skin felt like fire burning down to her nerves. like everything sweet on a rainy day in the woods with touches of camp fire spice warming up to her body. it's all she could smell, could feel, it was overbearing to the point she had to consistently remind herself to breathe. it didn't help that her line of sighted pointed towards nothing but those bright crimson shades peering at her so lovingly. she should feel scared of such things— maybe it did ring some fear down into the pit of her stomach, but she mostly felt curiosity and need burning away any other emotion she could maintain. feeling his fingers trail down to a sensitive spot on her neck.. it only intensified for the brief moment he grazed the skin. she didn't understand what it was, just that she desired his mouth on that very spot to the point she believed she'd die just to feel it. it seemed like an out of body experience seeing herself flow through all these emotions without realistically understanding the reasoning behind them. it probably was an out of body experience as most would state it. especially given her dark eyes shifted to a brighter lilac in response to the red shades looking back at her—this was given from his now extremely close presence.. even if the young wolf is far too busy focusing on the various moles scattered on his features. the concept drifted away quickly when he bumped their noses together. feeling their shaky breaths mix together was the final limit she had if she didn't pass that already. jia's lost all care for anything rational in this moment. if she was drugged for this, kidnapped for this, so what? her mind isn't going to deny the euphoric feeling she's receiving just merely being next to him and feeling his hands graze along her skin. so she let it go. she allowed herself to lean closer to him until their lips were brushing together, her eyes falling closed to focus on the sweet smell that's keeping her body heated. "mhm," merely mumbling from her, although it most likely came out like a hushed needy whimper she wasn't scared to hide.

if you knew anything about han jaesung, you would know he lives for the adrenaline. he lives for the feeling of breaking laws and running from the cops. he lives for the feeling he gets when he's mid-race, mind and eyes focused fiercely on his win. he lives for the feeling he gets when he gets into fist fights, not really feeling the pain until afterwards. adrenaline — it's his kryptonite and his addiction.

but —— her lips merely brushing against his, his eyes dancing over the gentle features of her face; taking in how her eyelashes delicately brush the apples of her cheeks, her pretty pink lips parted. it all sends a similar feeling rushing through his system. so strong, he swears he can almost feel his blood rushing in his ears. the sound of his pumping heart so loud, anyone in his proximity could hear it. and that spells danger.

that means a new budding addiction.

and so he really can't explain or excuse why he dives into their first kiss like a man starved. he can't explain how desperate the kiss feels, nor how his hands begin wandering up her thighs to her waist as his body leans over hers more and forces her sitting figure to fall back on his bed.

he settles over her, body fit like a puzzle piece in between her thighs as he slides the tip of his tongue over her lips in a silent plea for her to let him in. all the while, his hands are already eagerly and desperately pulling at the straps of her bralette to free her breasts to his hungry eyes and impatient hands.

she already feels so small in his hands, so tender, so warm so. . . fragile. and it brings to life protective instincts he didn't even know he had. this strong  -  almost overwhemingly so  -  feeling to keep her safe and destroy whatever dares try or threatens to hurt her.

and it's in this moment that jaesung realizes he's fucked. truly, and utterly fucked. because he knows, without admitting it, he's already getting addicted to her.

[jcyrider]

╭ ⠀🌸⠀﹒⠀𝓙𝐈𝐀 .ᐟ

she couldn't remember a lot. only the woods standing tall above her body while another person—or someone who embodied the frame of a person— in the darkness of the purple sky, standing beside her with glowing eyes. all while pain flowed through her like every bone in her body kept shattering repeatedly. she felt like screaming as the burning sensation covered her, but her mouth wouldn't move. in fact, she couldn't move at all. she could only watch whatever was beside her as she flowed in and out of consciousness. then white flooded her vision almost blindingly. where was she now? everything was too blurry to tell. she could only see outlines of various people coming towards her and the repetition of "back off," sounding in her head in a voice that sounded like her's, yet didn't. it took a long time from the sounds of her body breaking over and over before a semblance of sanity began to seep back into her. slowly, she became aware of her surroundings, recognizing the hospital attire by those moving around her and the array of medical equipment partially tethering her to the ground. with great effort, she eventually managed to push herself into the safety of a corner—yet, it seems the other voice in her head kept aiding in changing her position to scratching or nipping at anyone that stepped a little too close. they all looked clueless, and she felt exhausted with the bruises and markings tainting her body. ss if she kept going between human and something animalistic but her body couldn't decide which one to stick with. then everything went calm, silent even. all the voices, screaming, growling, pain—vanished like it wasn't there to begin with. instead a man crouched down in front of her with wide glowing red eyes. a shade that felt like instant comfort and safety. she could finally breathe with the stranger's presence before her, feeling purple hues reflect off of herself in a form that prevented her from being able to look away from him. in that moment she couldn't think of anything but tackling that stranger. Her body remained frozen instead. again.

there's the sound of a can of paint being sprayed on the side of the building, the metal ball hitting off the metal ringing in his ears when his friend shakes a new can. jaesung's leaning against the opposite wall, keeping an eye out for cops or anyone who could witness them. in his hand is a lighter, the alpha absentmindedly playing with it and watching the flame. but soon the peace between the two males are interrupted with a familiar ring tone. his father.

letting out a heavy exhale with a roll of his eyes, jaesung puts his lighter away and pushes off the bricks to fish his phone out of his back pocket. upon having it in his hand, the contact "father" lights up his screen and he presses his tongue into the side of his cheek.

❛ what? ❜   he spits out when he answers, his tone awfully rude for someone talking to their parent. though, jaesung truly doesn't think of mr. han as his dad. he's more so just his sperm donor.

❛ you need to come to the hospital, ❜   the man on the other line gets to the point and he tilts his head with a scoff in return.   ❛ why would i do that? ❜

❛ there's a feral werewolf who we suspect was illegally made, and i need you here to help calm them down. it's an emergency. ❜   jaesung's eyes follow his friend who had stopped painting, raising their eyebrow his way to which he responds with an annoyed shake of his head and another roll of his eyes.

❛ find someone else. ❜   he ends the call abruptly, putting his phone on mute in case the man calls him back as he settles back in his spot. but then there's a nagging feeling. his gut telling him he needs to get to the hospital, and if that wasn't enough, king decides to chime in and tell him he feels like he should go there.

and that's how he found himself at the hospital, a pair of scrubs being shoved at him while the nurses frantically explain that his outfit may scare the wolf — and him being dressed in scrubs makes him look like any other doctor or nurse. of course, being who he is, he responds with a   ❛ what the fuck — why does it matter? ❜   confusion laced in his voice.

nonetheless, he begrudgingly puts the outfit on and makes his way to the room. and as soon as he stood out there, a scent hit him and he finds himself pushing open the door and following it to a cowering werewolf in the corner. he crouches down to get a better look, unaware that king was looking too which caused his eyes to flood the dark crimson color. and then it came.

an echo of the word   ❛  mate!  ❜   said so frantically and excitedly, that had his eyes widening further as he stared at the scared female. she's no illegally made wolf —— no, she's the missing queen. and not a single person but him in the room knows that.

he's quiet, staring at her in awe and amazement with obvious excitement wafting from him and in his body language.   ❛ hey. .  you're okay, ❜   he finally breathes out, tentatively reaching his hand out towards her. his hearts pounding against his ribs, and he's never felt as lovestruck or starstruck as he feels now as he takes her in with awe.   ❛ pretty. . . ❜   he exhales lowly, for no one but himself to hear.

[jcyrider]

╭ ⠀🌸⠀﹒⠀𝓙𝐈𝐀 .ᐟ

she figured that. an intimate act. she sensed it from the meticulous efforts of the maids in dolling her up. jia made an effort to divert her thoughts from the gown, which barely grazed the tops of her thighs, causing a blush to creep up to her ears. it didn't help that it was made with a thin sheet of white silk that exposed her toned stomach and waist underneath—only her chest being covered properly by a lace bralette underneath the dress, one that matched the fabric discreetly covering more personal parts for her. everything seemed easily removable. easy to run your hands under. she'd be dumb to not understand where this was going. she was practically dressed to serve as a pleasing gift for a king. and, well, maybe that was the point of the scenario. the male sitting before her clearly had a distinguished position in whatever this species was meant to be. at least the servants managed to sneak in more pure attire by styling her hair in natural curls, a soft braid on the side with a small lilac orchid flower tucked in between. that's something she could appreciate. she's always had a thing for the color purple anyways, as if it called to her. "how are we meant to do that if you're all the way over there?" she softly speaks out. by now the girl has adjusted herself to sit on her legs as if she were kneeling on the bed, the position seeming fit for the situation she's currently placed in—even if she felt like hiding. her entire body is practically exposed; and she could hide herself under the sheer cardigan that matched the dress, but even that had fallen off her shoulders and down to her elbows. jia simply knew there was no point in hiding from here on. the decision was already made when she followed him home. "where are you meant to.. uhm.. bite me..?" she continues after a few beats of silence, her gaze dropping down from his and onto the bed below her instead. she felt nervous in an odd way, yet someone in her head was telling her this was the right thing to do. they were essentially screaming at her to take the first step already. "here?" the question falls while her fingers gently drag over her exposed collarbone.

jaesung never allowed himself to truly take a look at her, eyes nervously and stubbornly never straying further than her face. but a man can only be so strong when his fated mate is sat upon his bed, body positioned in the most submissive way with that deliriously addicting sweet scent coming off her in waves. she's like a siren with that sweet tone of hers, softly beckoning him over in a beguiling siren-song only to ruin him in the end. and perhaps she could. but he finds he doesn't really care, and so he gives into the devil on his shoulder and allows his gaze to wander appreciatively over her delicately clad body.

he swallows harshly as he takes in the sheerness of the material, eyes lingering a moment too long on her lace-clad breasts and her bare thighs. his desire to give her space during the moments before any heat or rut was quickly dwindling as his eyes rake back up her figure to look at her eyes. and then he's rising from his seat.

making his way over to the bed, he stands near the edge but hesitantly reaches his hand out to run his fingers through her curls before cupping her cheek with a gentle caress of his thumb over her cheek. he could ask if she's sure she wants to do this right now, but something in her eyes & how she looks gave him his answer and makes crimson red bleed into onyx eyes.

quietly, his fingers dance down her jaw to her neck in a ghost-like feathered touch until he pauses with his fingers at the crook of her neck. the spot that emits the heavenly scent from her the strongest, and the spot that will soon hold his mark for eternity.   

❛ here, ❜   he breathes out, his eyes that had been following the path his fingers had been making over her skin darting back up to her own as his tongue pokes at his bottom lip.

his fingers reach up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, leaning closer to where his knee rests on his bed as he allows his nose to brush against hers as ruby eyes stare into her eyes.   ❛ you sure? ❜   he mumbles out despite his desires, and despite the clear answer in how she's presented to him — a verbal answer had never seemed more important to him.

and once she gives him that, he'll make his move.

[jcyrider]

╭ ⠀🌸⠀﹒⠀𝓙𝐈𝐀 .ᐟ

the new-found wolf had her legs pressed up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she were cowering in fear and confusion at the situation. the bed—his bed—feeling soft to the touch underneath her with the gentle sheets acting as slight comfort. yet it doesn't aid to the turmoil spilling through her at incredible rates. meanwhile, the opposing male to whom she'd hardly learned the name to a couple days ago, sat on the other side of the room in a chair as if coming any closer to her would aid in some sort of ruin. silence was deafening, but she was too scared to bring anything up. today was the day she agreed to a mating season with that man that's caused her such comfort yet odd sensations. she could remember a sweet lady speaking to her of sweet endings, destined pairs, how a mating season was similar to a marital agreement. many of the doctors even explained how much it'd help with her… ongoing situation. unluckily, she was always one to believe that two can be destined for one another. that tragic idea leaving her to his bedroom as they sat there uncertain of what to do. she did find it strange how many of his maids/caretakers boarded up the rooms, lighting various diffusers and supplements placed in the bedroom. what exactly were they meant to be doing? this isn't what a marital agreement is meant to look like, right? "s-so..," the young wolf finally croaked out from her dry throat. "how do.. do we do this? what should i be doing?"

silence rings loud in his bedroom, the male sitting awkwardly on the arm chair on the other side of the room to his bed, phone in his hands as he answers texts —  both about his work and about the mating ritual he was to complete with his new-found mate. and yet, he doesn’t say a word. how can he? how do you explain the heats, and ruts and what exactly has to transpire between both of them to complete the mating ritual that’s been rushed for the both of them? frankly, jaesung's convinced neither of them are prepared.

her, with being a human and knowing nothing of his world.. and him, the alpha who had never dated and sworn off love or intimacy of any kind when he accepted that he didn’t have a mate just a few short years ago. now, here he is, freshly turned 22 with his mate sitting on his bed ready to complete mating season with him and he can smell the obvious nervous tinge to her sweet scent.

it’s as he’s locking his device does the stuttered words reach his ears, causing the young male to perk his head up and look at her curiously. though, when she finishes her questions he’s frozen with slightly widened eyes.

ah. . .  there it is, the dreaded question.

jaesung nervously runs his tongue along his bottom lip, tongue briefly playing with the piercing that adorns it before breathing out a sigh and attempting to arrange his thoughts.   ❛ it. . . ❜   he trails off, clearing his throat.   

❛ a matin’ ceremony isn’t like a human marriage, ❜   he starts off, leaning forward with his elbows placed on his knees.   ❛ humans exchange rings and pretty words speakin’ of loyalty and devotion. . .  wolves make it certain. ❜

suddenly he’s feeling sweaty and he can’t tell if it’s from nerves or something else, but god is he hoping it’s just nerves. not yet.   ❛ i have to. .  bite you durin'  —  durin' an intimate act. ❜

[jcyrider]

Cuddling naked under the blankets on a cold day just feeling each other’s warmth would fix me.