Yu Jin's POV
One second I was still shaking from the last round, Park Min's cum sliding out of me and pooling on the table under my ass. The next second something thick, dark impossible wrapped around us both.
Cedar. Smoke. Pure alpha.
My spine snapped straight like someone yanked a string.
Park Min froze with his mouth still on mine, eyes blown wide. He pulled back an inch, lips wet, breathing hard.
"…Yu Jin?"
I couldn't answer. My tongue felt heavy. The scent hit the back of my throat and my whole body answered with a violent shiver. Slick rushed out of me so fast it dripped off the edge of the table.
He swallowed. "What the fuck is that?"
I grabbed his wrist, shoved two fingers against his pulse. Racing. Skin burning hot. And the scent kept pouring off him, wave after wave, until the cheap motel room felt too small to hold it.
"You're human," I whispered. My voice cracked. "You're supposed to be."
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I am."
