"My desire to protect you is more than instinct, (Y/N)."
In the midnight blue clearing, Bang Chan takes the back of my neck and pulls me into a hard, deep kiss. The red moon is gone, but the passion, the yearning that courses through him is still there.
"What do you mean it's more than instinct?"
Bang Chan's rough yet gentle hands slip inside my clothes, finding my body, skating up over my torso.
"It's how I feel about you." he says, staring into my eyes.
"Bang Chan..."
I move without meaning to, stepping toward him. His fingers press ravenously into my flesh.
"I can't lose you again, (Y/N). Not ever again."
"I don't want to lose you either."
His breath hitches against my mouth.
"You don't?"
He lifts his head, his gaze searing.
"When I'm around you, it's like I can barely control myself. Like every part of me needs you."
There's an edge in his voice, a low growl hidden below his words that tell me one thing clearly: He means what he's saying.
"(Y/N)..."
Slowly, he pulls me down to the ground, until the wildflowers brush against my back and my hair spills over the soft grass.
"You're addicting. Like a drug to me."
He hovers above me, the light of the fireflies reflecting in his sharp, feral gaze. His firm hands drag down toward my thighs.
"Bang Chan, I feel the same."
"I know you do. I can feel that much."
Sure enough, something primal in me is twisting and churning at his touch. It strains and snaps, urging me on with fire that I lost control of the moment his lips touched mine.
"God, I want you."
He grips my legs hard enough to leave a mark, as though he can't get as close as he needs.
"Come here."
He presses his powerful body closer, desperate desire coursing through every last inch of him. I shift my hips, granting him access to the length of my body. "Bang Chan, please..."
"You don't have to ask."
He slides his hands over the small of my back, pulling me to him with force. With a strong roll of his hips, my body flames beneath him. His hardened length strains against his pants, against me…
"Harder..." I moan.
Bang Chan groans, rocking his hips with more force, more command. I moan. I can feel his throbbing length, thick with need, pulsing between us. He huffs. The denial and the pleasure mingle together, drawing me to the dangerous edge of my control.
"(Y/N), I want you to feel more."
"M-more?"
He nods, breathless, his hips never once stopping, his cock hard and wanting between us. My mind numb with need , I reach down and trace my hand along his inseam. He twitches with pleasure, and I feel myself answer with a throb of desire. I move my hand again, and he grunts.
"(Y/N)...take me in your hand."
His eyes burn into mine, stealing my breath. Slowly I unzip Bang Chan's pants, my fingers practically trembling as I reach inside.
"Bang Chan..."
His cock is rock hard, hot, and so big my hand feels small when I wrap my fingers around him.
"(Y/N)...shit..."
He moans, and slowly I begin to move my hand up and down his extraordinary length. At first it's slow, tentative almost, as I feel the weight of his desire in my hand, pulsing with need. Up and down, up and down, I pump my hand over his cock, relishing in his labored breaths. He arches his back.
"Fuck..."
His own hand dances along the fabric of my clothes, massaging the space between my legs. We both moan, rocking our hips in tandem.
"Ah, wait...Bang Chan, I don't know if I can last much longer."
He cups my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at him while continuing the movement of his hips.
"You can. Hang on for me."
Just as the cliff's edge approaches, Bang Chan pulls back.
"You're not going to stop, are you?" He smirks, his eyes flashing in the darkness.
"I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."
"Prove it, Alpha." He lets out a low, hungry growl.
"With pleasure."
He gathers my clothing in his fists and slowly slides it up my thighs.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes."
I lift my arms. He pulls my clothes off over my head and looks down at my body, clad only in panties.
"I'll do everything in my power to make you happy, (Y/N). Everything."
I part my lips in a silent invitation. Bang Chan takes it, thrusting his tongue into my waiting mouth. I slip my hands up under his tight leather facets and peel them off of his chiseled chest. Bang Chan slides his big, calloused palm up and squeezes my breast, and I clutch his pant zipper.
"Me first." He says.
"But–"
"No. I've finally get you in my arms. And I plan to take my time with you."
He slips his hands under my bra, moving his thumbs over my nipples and my breath catches.
"I'm going to take you slow. So slow."
Bang Chan's lips move against my neck, his sharp teeth grazing the softest parts of my bare skin. He sucks against me, sending shivers of pleasure across my skin, only breaking away from a moment when he hears my moan. He licks my neck, and the tingling pleasure of his tongue spreads like fireworks over my flesh.
"Tell me where you want my mouth." He whispers seductively.
"I want you on my thighs." I moan.
"As my mate commands."
He bends, moving his hot, persistent lips up my thighs, spreading them as he goes. An explosion of bliss travels from his mouth, through my legs, straight to my center of pleasure. I back against him. Suddenly, Bang Chan vaults on top of me, pressing me into the grass once again.
"Where do you want my mouth next, (Y/N)?"
His eyes glint gold, an unquenchable thirst in his gaze. He pulls on my panties, the fabric rubbing hard against my entrance until my heart races.
"B-Bang Chan..."
"Tell me..."
Kissing his way down my body, he hooks his thumbs into the last fabric at my hips, pulling my panties off. He looks down at me then, mesmerized, studying every last curve of my bare body before him.
"Tell me, (Y/N)."
His voice is lower now, rougher and more serious than before. He slides his hands up, closer and closer, slowly parting my thighs until my soft, aching center is open for him.
"Do you want my mouth here, (Y/N)?" He drags his tongue slowly up the entire length of my thigh, the tingling sensation spreading to my very core.
"Tell me." he asks again.
"Bang Chan, I want your mouth on me there. Please."
"I thought you'd never ask."
Bang Chan starts off teasingly light, tracing his tongue around the edges of my clit to prime me for what's to come. Still, just that leaves me buzzing the effects of his tongue already taking shape–enhancing my sensitivity. The feeling is immediately overwhelming, pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before taking hold. Desperately, I dig my hands into Bang Chan's thick, soft hair, arching for him. He growls with approval.
"Hold me here, huh?"
He doesn't relent, encircling my clit with his tongue, leaving no avenue of escape from his assault.
"Bang Chan–!"
The rough warmth clashes against the newly softened sensitivity, commingling into something new and euphoric.
"I'm going to--" I moan loudly.
"Yes."
He sucks down hard then, throwing me over the edge before I even have time to brace myself. Still, it's clear he's not done there, and almost immediately he begins to drag his tongue against me once more. There's no breaks, no mercy, just forced climax again and again.
"Oh my God! Bang Chan, please!"
One last time, Bang Chan pull me in, pressing his fingers into me and sending me over the edge. Breathless and weak from release, I collapse against the grass. Bang Chan leans over me.
"Are you alright?" he asks caringly.
"I could do that all day."
"Yeah? Me, too."
Bang Chan reaches down, running his thumb over my lips.
"I've dreamed about how you'd feel, too. Wrapped around me."
He nips gently at my bottom lip, and a heady rush of heat floods through me.
"I've dreamed about how you'd move. How you'd feel there." he tells me caressing my face slowly going further down.
"It's my turn then."
I move my hands down to his pants.
"You want to?"
"Yes."
I kiss Bang Chan's neck, pushing him back so I am on my knees before him. I pull down his zipper, releasing his thick, throbbing shaft. I wrap my hand around his searing length and rub up and down. Bang Chan shudders in my gasp. I kiss the warm tip of him, and he grits his teeth. Bang Chan tangles his hand in my hair, and I press his cock into my mouth. I open wide, luxuriating in the feeling of him there.
"Oh, God."
I swirl my tongue around him and suck his hot, engorged length. His breathing grows ragged.
"Fuck, (Y/N). You are incredible."
I suck harder, moving him in and out of my mouth. He groans and leans back, his hands tangled in my hair.
"Fuck. I can't–"
As he hits the back of my throat, he goes rigid, cumming hard.
"Holy shit, (Y/N)."
Breathless, Bang Chan pulls me up and kisses my wet, tender lips.
"Bang Chan, I don't think I can hold back any longer."
"Me neither."
He grabs my wrists with sudden fervor, pinning me to the ground.
"I need to claim you. Really claim you."
"Bang Chan, you're mine to claim."
He huffs, rolling his hips so his hard, hot length press up between my thighs.
"You're welcome to try."
I instinctively push back against his grip, but he merely tightens it, his smile turning sinful.
"You're not going anywhere."
I back my hips up, sliding against him.
"Fucking hell, (Y/N)."
"Who said anything about going anywhere."
He straightens, pulling the last of his clothes off, his eyes never once leaving me. Bang Chan's naked body shines with the silver of the moon above, an Adonis of sin and sinew. My fingertips trace his rippling abs, moving down his scarred chest, the sharp vee of his hips, until I reach his astonishing cock.
"You're breathtaking." I say looking into his eyes.
Bang Chan slides his hands up my spine.
"You steal my breath every day."
His eyes grow dark, serious and sensual, as he pulls me down to straddle him. He guides me up onto the tip of his long, scorching cock. All I have to do is sink down.
"(Y/N)..."
He slides his cock over my slick entrance, teasing me until I see stars.
"Tell me you want this, (Y/N). Because when I start, I won't be able to stop."
My breath hitches as I stare into his eyes.
"Take me hard, Bang Chan."
Bang Chan's eyes glint gold and he presses his thick shaft up against my wetness.
"Hang on then."
With one, sure thrust, Bang Chan drives himself deep within me. I grip his shoulders and gasp, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me.
"Fuck, you're tight."
He presses himself even deeper, ramming some hidden, delicious spot. I moan. His hands glide up my back and nestle into my hair, tugging so that my back is arched. He thrusts hard and fast, filling me with need. Moaning, I roll my hips up into his thrust, taking him even further. His speed increases, driving into me over and over. A torrent of pleasure threatens to overtake me.
"No. Not yet."
Before I can protest, Bang Chan pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. I brace my hands on the ground as he spreads my legs wide.
"I want you like this, (Y/N)."
His voice is rough and carnal, and something primal ignites in me. A whine escapes my lips, and I push back against him. He groans.
"It's like you're in heat."
I nod, moaning as he teases my entrance.
"Do you want me like this?" he asks.
"Bang Chan, please. I want you. I want you to take me from behind."
I sound desperate, like I can't take it anymore. Like I can't wait any longer. Bang Chan growls in pleasure, leaning forward and whispering in my ear.
"Good girl."
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back and buries himself within me. I scream in ecstasy. I raise my hips higher, willing him to go deeper. An unbelievable pressure rises like a cresting wave. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Bang Chan reaches around and teases my clit.
"Now, (Y/N). Cum for me."
I grip the grass beneath me as waves of bliss tear through me, bright and hot. Pleasure consumes me until all I can think of is Bang Chan. I'm his. And he's mine.
"Fuck..."
Bang Chan goes rigid and lets out a roar that shakes the trees. Suddenly, our true mate bond flames to life, exploding through me in a wave that makes Bang Chan and I both scream.
"My God, (Y/N)..."
His eyes glow gold, and when he strokes my cheek, I realize that my own eyes shine with our power.
"Bang Chan..."
The strength I've pulled forth from one another beats between us, like it has a heartbeat all its own.
"I feel immensely powerful." I smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do, too."
Bang Chan stares at my body, my veins pulsing with power. I gasp, unable to catch my breath.
"Come here."
Bang Chan pulls me to him, settling me against his chest.
"Just breathe."
I rest my cheek against his chest and shut my eyes, listening to his beating heart. It's unclear how long the two of us lie in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow and our newfound strength.
"Better?" He asks.
"Yeah. That was phenomenal."
"You can say that again."
"That was phenomenal."
Bang Chan chuckles softly, playing with my hair. Up above, the stars break through the clouds, illuminating the fields around me in beams of light. Bang Chan holds me tight, a protective force against the imagined dangers of the world around. Sated and comfortable, I nuzzle closer to Bang Chan. Now that we're stronger, and we're united, we'll be safer. We'll be able to protect our pack. Think of my father, a question forms on my tongue. One I can't help but give voice to.
"...Bang Chan?"
"Hm?"
"How did you get away?"
"What?"
"When we were kids. You said Taecyeon banished you after you helped me escape. But he doesn't seem the type to let you run free."
Bang Chan's body stiffens slightly beneath me. He eases himself up off the ground, standing over me.
"No, he isn't."
He looks down at me, his face half shadowed in the darkness.
"After you escaped, I went back to find my parents. But Taecyeon had already captured them."
Bang Chan sighs heavily and walks through the clearing. I follow him until he reaches the bank of a moonlit lake. He dips his hands into the water and spills it over the back of his neck, trying to find the strength to tell me his story.
"I tried to fight, tried to free my parents, but I was just a kid. It didn't take the guards long to subdue me." He says.
"Bang Chan...I should have stayed with you." I say in a sad tone.
"You couldn't have. We both know that."
"Still. I wish I had."
Bang Chan looks away, not meeting my gaze. What more isn't he saying?
"What happened next?" I asked.
"He...he tortured me. For days in one of his God forsaken cells."
My stomach twists into knots at his words.
"I...I'd rather not get into the details of it, but after I'd nearly lost my mind from the pain, he had me brought before him."
Bang Chan smiles bitterly.
"That was when he gave me a choice." he says.
"A choice?" I ask.
"Me or them. He'd either kill me then or there, or kill my parents in front of me. It was my choice."
"Oh my God, Bang Chan...he's a monster."
He huffs out a bitter laugh.
"I know. I chose me. I told him to kill me. I begged him."
Bang Chan looks at his reflection in the dark water.
"I still remember how he looked at me then, how that smile of his glinted. He told me he appreciated my honestly. Then, he had my parents brought forward. "Thank you for letting me know the best way to discipline you," he said."
Bang Chan closed his eyes, losing himself in the memory.
"I broke free...made a run for Taecyeon. Tried to stop him. But I wasn't strong enough. He...he nearly torn me open."
My eyes flick to the scar across his chest, grisly and harsh even now. Never healed.
"He killed my parents right in front of me. Stabbed them with a blade laced with wolfsbane. It burned through them like acid."
Bang Chan's hands ball into shocking fists.
"He killed them like it was nothing. Like they were nothing. I can still hear their screams. After that, he and his pack just...left me there by my parent's bodies. They didn't even bother to kill me."
His tone is softer, quieter than I've ever heard it. I feel my heart break.
"Sorry. I shouldn't be so emotional."
His body shakes, his eyes wet with unshed tears.
"I shouldn't be so weak."
"Bang Chan, you're not weak. You're the strongest person I know."
He scoffs, disbelieving.
"Yeah, right."
"I mean it."
I walk to him and pull him close, tangling my fingers through his hair. For just a moment, he instinctively tenses, then...slowly...he softens. And gradually, he leans against me, letting me tenderly stroke his hair.
"You're brave and strong. You put your pack before yourself. You protect them. And you surviving all of that... That's strength, Bang Chan."
He gently takes my hand in his. Then, with careful graces, he moves it to his lips, kissing it as thought trying to distract himself from the memory.
"I almost didn't survive it. I think the only thing that kept me going was...was the memory of those who I still had left."
His eyes burn into mine, full of meaning.
"Anyway, long story short...his pack left me for dead, bleeding out on that mountain. I barely hung on, clinging to life with what I could and eventually...JYP found me."
"JYP?"
Bang Chan nods, his clenched fists shaking.
"I thought I could trust him. I thought he was like a second father to me." he says with anger and heart break.
"Bang Chan...I don't think he's fully loyal to Taecyeon. Why would he help hide me away when Taecyeon wanted me dead?" I ask.
"That doesn't mean we can trust him either. A lot of good wolves are dead because of him."
"I don't think we can trust him. But it's still something to consider."
Bang Chan looks out over the still lake. Then, he leads me back to our spot at the clearing, sitting down to pull on his clothes.
"You know the rest of the story. Over time, other pack members were cast out or ran away, and found their way to me."
"Growing up that quickly, becoming an Alpha at such a young age, it couldn't have been easy..." He shrugs.
"It's not like I had much of a choice."
He takes my hand in his, staring at my fingers.
"You should know, I never planned to come for you. I wanted to keep you out of all this. But Taecyeon started attacking us in earnest, killing our members whenever he pleased, like he was toying with us. I...I needed more strength. It was either that or let him kill the rest of us."
The pieces of the puzzle slowly click into place as clarity strikes me. Taecyeon would have killed them all eventually. Felix, Han, even I.N…
"Bang Chan, I understand completely. It was do or die. Your people count on you. Now that I've gotten to know them, I'm glad you came for me."
"Thank you, (Y/N)."
Your heart pangs for him. It wasn't enough to kill Bang Chan's parents in front of him, or to banish him and leave him for dead. Taecyeon had to keep coming back again and again. Something ignites in my chest, a blazing rage that lifts me to my feet with newfound resolve.
"Enough is enough. It's time to make a stand against Taecyeon and his pack, to show him he can't push us around anymore."
We both pull on the rest of our clothes and I reach down, helping Bang Chan to his feet. To my surprise, it's easy to hoist him up. It's not just that. My whole body feels lighter. Stronger.
"Whoa." I say shockingly.
"(Y/N)...you're so much stronger now." he says in awe.
"Yeah. It must be from bonding like we did."
"I feel it, too."
As the buzzing energy courses through my fingertips like electricity, a thought comes to my mind.
"Bang Chan...is this what you always wanted?" I ask him with a smile.
"What?"
"Is this what you wanted from me? Why you took me?"
Bang Chan closes the gap between us hard and fast, his eyes sharper than I've ever seen them.
"No. All I ever wanted was to protect you. You and my family."
"Well, now you can. You're strong enough to kill Taecyeon and–"
Bang Chan's grip on me loosens and he looks away. It makes me pause.
"Bang Chan?" I ask with worry.
"I'm not strong enough to take him down. There's only one way to make that happen."
"How?" I look at him in confusion.
"(Y/N)..."
Bang Chan turns back to me, a mysterious light in his golden eyes.
"Would you marry me?"