“Hnngh…!”
He has a habit of biting around my neck right before knotting. When his breath, which had been composed throughout, became rapid, my nape stung. Having come to regard even that pain as pleasure, I moaned long and realized my body was opening up to his cock swelling inside.
“Ah, ahh, ah, hng, ngh…!”
I always desperately hope for the fortune of him not knotting inside me. And that wish never comes true. Andrea’s body pressed closely against mine, and I was completely crushed under him. Not just my body, but even inside where he had entered. His cock, grown to its full size, stretched my hole to its limit and was pouring semen inside.
“Hng, ngh, haaah. Ah, ah… angh, hng, ah, An, drea. Ah, ah… hoo, ngh—”
When Andrea’s cock throbbed inside me, I couldn’t distinguish between the sound of his thrusting and my heartbeat. Pleasure and fear racing toward climax alternately devoured me. My limbs might as well have not existed despite being there. All sensation rushed to one place, making me moan, plead, and desperately pray for it to end. Please, please, please.
“Unngh, hng… hng, haah….”
When I was first knotted, I cried as if I was about to stop breathing and was driven to the brink of fainting. I think it’s not much different now. I’ve just learned how to endure it. All disasters eventually end, so I just need to endure a little longer. Repeating only that fact to myself, I endured and endured.
“Ngh… hngh.”
How long had it been like that? Suddenly feeling liberation, I opened my eyes. It seems I had briefly lost consciousness. My legs were no longer entangled with Andrea’s. But he cradled my head and kissed my damp forehead. Then my temple, cheek…. Although his kisses made me nauseous, I didn’t move. I just closed my eyes as if tired, and that was the extent of my feeble resistance.
“……”
Had it passed midnight? I could hear bell sounds from afar. The church near the hotel rings its bell every night at 12. Even on those rare occasions when there’s a wedding… I recalled the bell sounds I heard at the wedding of the person I loved most.
After five bell chimes, my alpha became the alpha of another omega.
* * *
‘Icanoth, you look like you’re about to cry.’
I still vividly remember everything Andrea said and did at the wedding venue. The emotions, tone, expressions, and even the smallest gestures he showed at that moment.
‘I should be able to remember this face of yours for a long time. So I can take it out and look at it whenever I want to see it again. I want to remember your every moment.’
He, who seemed like a perfect example of a dominant, was always incredibly elegant, even when he came to strangle me. I stood there blankly, facing him, unable to say anything. I didn’t know how to respond to Andrea’s words. At that moment, several people approached between him and me.
‘Andrea, there you are.’
‘Ah, Uncle.’
‘Did you come with your secretary? Cedric was looking for you.’
‘Yes, partly because he’s my secretary and we came together.’
Andrea pulled me closer demonstratively and grasped my hand, which I hadn’t realized was trembling. Despite being startled, I couldn’t break free. Being held by his hand, fingers intertwined with mine without gaps, felt like putting my hand into packed snow.
‘…Andrea-ssi.’
‘I’m too late introducing you to my uncle.’
I looked up. He was smiling as if he loved me.
‘I hope next time it will be our turn.’
He was thoroughly enjoying it. The bewildered expressions of the people standing opposite. His power to claim whoever he wanted as his own, unlike Bjorn. My helplessness being dragged along. The emotions I was feeling.
That day was when my lover Bjorn was marrying another omega. While saying he loved me, he abandoned me because he would lose everything he had if he didn’t marry. As if to remind me of this, Andrea put his lips near my ear and told me the facts I wanted to deny.
‘Bjorn abandoned you. I came to the wedding just in case, but indeed nothing has changed.’
…I was Andrea’s secretary. He was the owner of the company I entered through a university professor’s recommendation, and I had worked as his secretary for over two years. He could hire anyone with better capabilities, but I don’t know why he kept me close and gave me work when I had just graduated from university, but I think I did my best.
The relationship between us wasn’t bad.
No, it was very good. At least that’s how I felt. Even when I first met Bjorn, I didn’t feel anything strange about my relationship with Andrea.
‘I’m Bjorn Ashfielden.’
‘I’m—’
‘No need for a business card. I already know.’
I met Bjorn when I had been working beside him for 2 years and 3 months. With his red hair not particularly neatly arranged, he looked quite wild. As he raised the corner of his mouth, I absentmindedly stared at him before realizing I needed to say something more.
‘Ah, then.’
‘Just take my card.’
‘Pardon?’
‘Here.’
Holding his business card with both hands, I made an awkward expression, but I didn’t feel bad. Bjorn was Andrea’s cousin, an ordinary alpha, and a handsome man with a muscular, large body like a sports player.
But what captured my attention most wasn’t his quarterback-like physique but his arrogant smile. Generally, I found myself captivated by people filled with such confident self-assurance, and Bjorn was someone who clearly showed that. The moment I saw him, I felt a tingling in the back of my throat.
‘Looks like we’ll be seeing each other often.’
It seemed Bjorn felt much the same way. I frequently met him because of Andrea’s work.
Once, twice, and on the third occasion, we had a separate meeting. It was a normal meal that matched the purpose of a date, but I couldn’t eat anything except vegetarian food, so the occasion wasn’t entirely comfortable. For reasons I couldn’t identify, I would quickly get sick even if food contained just a bit of meat.
Should I mention that I can’t eat meat? There was no guarantee we would have another such occasion. Since I was extremely reluctant to talk about myself normally, I was contemplating whether to reveal to Bjorn that I could only eat vegetarian food when he set up a second appointment.
Since it was after work, we had dinner again. Last time I had made the excuse that I didn’t have much of an appetite, but this time he didn’t ask many questions and took me to a restaurant that had a menu for vegetarians.
He might not have thought much of it, but I liked that aspect of Bjorn. Maybe I saw his good points more prominently because I liked him as a person… After that, we had dinner a few more times and set up our next date while dating in ordinary places.
‘Our appointment is tomorrow, but I’m feeling anxious calling today.’
‘……’
Then he called the day before. Bjorn said he was anxious, but I was dozens of times more anxious than him.
‘I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for several days. What’s going on?’
‘Uh, today is.’
‘Yes?’
‘It’s my heat cycle. I didn’t go to work. If you don’t mind—’
‘…Lock your door well and wait for me.’
Only after he accepted my clumsy seduction without hesitation did I feel relieved.
Spending the heat cycle together happened four weeks after our first date. I fell helplessly for Bjorn, who seemed like the embodiment of all my preferences, and Bjorn… I think he probably felt the same.
One morning when we were having breakfast at a hotel, he proposed. Seeing the ring with a large diamond that I thought I would never have a connection with in my life, I couldn’t even smile. I had to nod first. Otherwise, it felt like Bjorn would run away somewhere.
It was only three months since we had met. Of course, I thought it was a little, no, extremely early, but I didn’t want to lose Bjorn. Before I could think deeply, I received and preciously held the wedding ring.
‘Once we’re married, how about joining my company?’
‘To be your secretary, Bjorn-ssi?’
‘Whatever works. Let’s work together at my company.’
‘At Bjorn-ssi’s company…’
The deliberation was brief.
‘I’ll do that.’
‘Don’t ever take back that decision.’
‘I won’t.’
Although I never mentioned it specifically, I vaguely sensed that Bjorn had an inferiority complex toward Andrea. Therefore, proposing to me, his secretary, must have been a huge decision for him. It was regrettable to leave a company with kind and good superiors and colleagues, but… I wanted to compromise as much as Bjorn had. I was going to submit my resignation.
‘All evidence points to you. You were the only one remaining in the company at that time.’
