Yu Jin's POV
I woke up sore and still fucking starving.
Park Min was dead asleep on his stomach, sheet twisted around his waist, back scratched to hell from my nails. The room smelled like cum and sweat and the kind of sex that ruined people.
I wasn't ruined enough.
I'd popped two of those little blue pills in the car on the drive here yesterday. Meant for alphas with heat problems. Works just as well on an omega who wants to be wrecked for twelve hours straight.
I was barely halfway.
I slid out of bed, legs shaking, cum still leaking down my thighs from the two rounds he gave me before dawn. Didn't bother cleaning up. I liked it dripping.
The bathroom was tiny. Cracked mirror, shitty shower, one of those plastic bath mats that sticks to your skin.
I turned the water on scalding and stepped in.
Two minutes later I heard the door creak.
Park Min stood there, hair a mess, eyes still sleepy, dick already half-hard like his body knew what was coming.
