A/N: NSFW Chapter, just an FYI in case you weren't sure what was going to be happening at the end of Chapter 38 ;)  

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Posted 2/3/23

I wasn't about to let her get away now that I had her in my arms. I opened my eyes ever so slightly so I could navigate us back toward her bed. It wasn't until her back was fully against the mattress that she started panicking about consuming so much of my life force energy. "Oh my gosh, Yoongi. I didn't mean to. It makes sense that I was hungry, but I didn't mean to feed. I probably took too much."

"Shh. Calm yourself, Kitten." I press a small peck to her lips. "I let you, and I don't plan on going anywhere for the next hour or two."

"What– What do you plan on doing?" Her voice comes out as part whine, and I relish in it. I know what she needs, and I am only too happy to oblige her.

"You'll see." My alter helps me voice those two words. They come out as part growl, and my eyes light up at the impact the sound of said growl has on our mate. Apparently my mate likes the sounds I make when my alter is near the surface.

I nip gently at her lips once more before taking a deep breath. Her immediate arousal permeating the air has me wanting to taste her dewy thighs and slit, but I refrain for now. My alter growls in my head, and I know some of that growl seeps through my lips vibrating against her own as I pull away. Patience. I scold him in order to maintain control, but I also meet him halfway by offering my next suggestion. Let's scent her first.

I begin by gently pressing my forehead against hers for a moment. Leaning in to gently glide the tip of my nose against that spot. Once I am satisfied that I have marked her properly here I leave a small peck on her forehead. Then I press my cheek up against hers leaving my scent behind, inhaling so I can double check that I did a proper job before leaving another peck on the apple of her cheek. Afterward, I make sure to repeat the same process on the other side.

I trail downward and nibble gently at her collarbone. She responds by lifting her pelvis to grind against my own. A sound that is a culmination of groan, growl, and purr erupts from me. "Have patience with me, Kitten."

"Kitten?" I smirk, unsurprised that she is asking why I would keep calling her that. I pull myself back up from my exploration to once again nip at the plump swell of her lower lip before kissing her thoroughly enough I am sure she has lost some of her senses.

I only answer her when we both need to take a deep breath to replenish the oxygen we had deprived ourselves of. "Mm. Yes, Kitten. Many animal shifters use such words as a term of endearment. Much like the equivalent of how humans use 'Baby.' Do you not like it?" If she says no she doesn't I will just have to find something else suitable for her.

"I can't say I dislike it." She wrinkles her forehead for a moment. "Now that I understand the reasoning behind it I guess it makes sense." She nods automatically before adding. "I can accept it and grow to like it."

I kiss the wrinkles away before I continue my explorative trek of her body southward. "Good."

I left off at her collarbone. So I run my nose against her breastbone as I continue further south, but I can't ignore the erect nipples on either side of the spot I just scented. First I take both of her breasts in either hand, gently cupping them for a moment before I run the pad of my thumbs over either bud. Taste her. My alter is barely held fast within his cage in my mind, but I can't argue with such a brilliant suggestion. I continue to torment her left breast with my right hand before leaning down and taking the hardened nipple of her right into my mouth. Mmm. She tastes amazing, and this is just her skin. I can't wait to have my head between her thighs.

I sit up to give the other nipple the same attention, but she catches me off guard. She sits up, and tries to pry me away. My alter almost growls at her, but he stops when she whines and pulls at my clothing before explaining her frustration in fractured thoughts. "Yoongi, too many clothes." She says reaching for the hem of my shirt.

My alter finally snaps and takes control for a moment, securing her hands above her. He leans into her body pinning her body with ours. "No touching. Not yet." In the blink of an eye I regain control. I lean away to peel the shirt off my body myself, but I don't keep my body away for long. I revel in the need for closeness and press my chest against hers once more. Her building desire has her already panting against me, and I immediately purr in satisfaction at the sensation of her budding nipples grazing over my bare chest.

I mentally shake my head to regain focus on my task. I don't want to neglect the other nipple. Make it ripen and become more stiff. Rubbing my chest against hers will be even more gratifying afterward. I take it into my mouth and gently knead it between my teeth. The slight pressure can't quite be called a bite. No, I'm using my blunt front teeth to gently apply pleasing pressure. Her hips once again lift off the bed, but I am not done scenting her yet.

I am not done marking her body as mine. When she is thoroughly marked then I can throw her legs over my shoulders and feast. And some time in the future I plan on spending hours there. My secondary sin is Gluttony after all.

I pull away from her nipple and rest my chest against hers. Her knees pull up so her feet are flat against the bed. Her pelvis tilts upward when I take her lips with my own. Her position allows me to grind my growing erection down into the soft flesh between her legs. Proving to her how much I want this, but denying us both more than this clothed sensation for now.

I could spend a lifetime sampling her lips, but I pull away as I remind myself that my task isn't yet complete. I slowly move down her body and find my place once more.

This time I rub my cheek gently against her stomach before kissing above the dimpled flesh of her belly button. I move slowly downward, nipping at the indentation of her hip where her pelvis and hip bone meet. I spread her thighs apart further before lifting up her right thigh with my left hand to position it at my mouth while I divest of the sweats and boxers I am still wearing with my right hand. It's not an easy task, but it gives me time to worship that spot on the inside of her thigh. I growl when she writhes against my worship which has me unintentionally nipping the skin roughly there with my sharp cuspids. (I will never refer to them as canine teeth, that would only piss off my alter, and they aren't as sharp as my fangs would be if I shifted or partly shifted.)

Her euphoric gasp in response has me considering partially shifting, so I take a brief moment to think that over before I promptly completely disregard it. I don't want to lose control during our first time together. After I finally manage divesting the rest of my garment I repeat the process with her other thigh. This time though I let the fingers of my left hand part her folds and explore her with the pads of my fingertips.

Her hips lift in response. Her reflexes automatically search for the relief I can provide. I pull away to stand at the end of the bed before pulling her down the edge of the bed to position her right where I want her. I get on my knees and lift her legs over my shoulders, so I can spread her wide to properly taste and worship her.

Damn, I feel like I am about to spontaneously combust. Yoongi is not just exploring my body; he is making sure that each and every part of me is marked by some proof he had been there and lovingly explored until I am a writhing whimpery mess against the sheets of my mattress. I don't know if I can take much more of this torture, but I definitely don't want him to stop.

I feel like he is trying to reap every breathy sigh, whimper, and moan from my body that he can before I am nothing more than a puddle of need. When he starts pleasuring my thighs I am not sure I can take anymore, and I feel like an orgasm is about to blindside me. He pulls away for a moment, and I swear I almost whine at the loss. I'm immediately relieved, and saved from the actual whine fleeing my lips, when he drags me down the mattress and my head leaves the pillow. Damn. He's about to ruin me. His nose nudges at me before his lips seal over my clit. That's all it takes. I'm already gone and blasting through the stratosphere as the orgasm leaves me shaking in its wake.

Yoongi growls before uttering, "Beautiful."

If I think he is done tasting me though, then I am terribly mistaken. His fingers thrust hard inside me as he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit in a quick repetitive motion that I can't make sense of. I want to touch him. I want to reciprocate the pleasure he is giving to my body, but in this position I can't reach him, and I fear that if I reach out to touch him he is going to stop. I lift my head to look his way. My vision is slightly obscured by my own body and the bed, but due to the flexing of his muscles and satisfied groan against me I know that he took his cock into his unoccupied hand and started pumping it like I had been wanting to. I don't know if he was reading my thoughts, and quite frankly I don't care. Watching his bicep flex and relax over and over again paired with the delicious torture he is giving me with his curved fingers and gifted tongue has me cresting again before my brain even realizes it's a possibility. I cry out as I paint his fingers with my release. "Please Yoongi."

"Mm." He purrs in response before asking, "What do you want, Kitten?"

"You, Yoongi. Please, I want you inside me. Now!" The last word comes out as a needy demand rather than a request, but I am too far gone to continue being polite.

He releases my legs from their perch on his shoulders and wraps them around his waist instead. He grasps his cock in his hand, and glides it back and forth against me over and over again, coating his cock with my essence. The silky sensation drives me crazy, and I relish in the sensations, lifting my chin up as my head digs into the mattress. "Relax, Kitten. I'll give you exactly what you need." He says as he thrusts himself deep inside of me.

I cry out at the exquisite invasion, and when he doesn't move for a few moments I shift my hips. Reflexively, silently asking him to move. He brushes his hands against the tops of my breasts, and remains still inside me. "Such a needy mate." He growls at me before he gently pulls almost all the way out, and thrusts deeply and roughly back into me over and over again. "Mine." He growls as he continues to thrust in the aggressive, almost punishing pattern.

"Yes. Yours." He thrusts hard once more before pulling from me completely. I whine at the loss of him inside me.

"All fours, Kitten."

I might not have ever had sex in this position before, but I know exactly what and why he is asking. His alter is trying to take control, and he needs me to submit to him. Once in position he slots himself against me and doesn't hesitate for a second before driving himself into me to the hilt. I groan and wiggle my hips. He feels so much bigger this way, and oh my God does it feel good.

I didn't expect to like this, never having had sex in this position before, but damn it's amazing. His hand curls around me until the pads of his fingers flick my clit in the same rhythm he was using to unravel me completely. I cry out as I'm once again euphorically blinded by my release. It goes on and on forever, and as I feel him begin to groan in response as the telltale sign of his release begins to pulse within him his mouth locks around the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. The bond flares bright between us, and I can't help but cry out as sharp teeth imbed themselves into the skin there. All the while my orgasm is still thrumming through me like a freight train. When he finally stills inside of me he licks at the place he marked me. I don't have to be told that it's a claiming mark. I somehow just know it. I don't expect to fall back asleep, but as he is pulling out of me he helps me curl up on my side. He kisses my shoulder before spooning around me. "Hm. I can feel my alter even closer to the surface than ever before. He's beyond happy we have claimed our mate." Yoongi mutters before I completely drift off. "Perhaps that's what the bond has gifted me."

While my eyes might be shuttering open and closed as I fight sleep I perk up a bit at that piece of information. "Will you all receive some sort of magical gift once we bond?"

Yoongi might not talk much, but I appreciate how willing he is to share this information. "We think that's what was going on with Namjoon's new ability. He wasn't able to cast that beam of light before the two of you bonded. Only the sphere of light I am sure you saw before in the previous battle. He claimed he felt the rays of moonlight that shone down on him seemed to power him each time before he used it."

"Hm. Maybe that means the moonlight is a prerequisite for casting it. I wonder if sunlight would work in the same way." I ponder as I slowly drift off.

Yoongi purrs pleasantly behind me. "Kitten, your body isn't the only sexy thing about you. You have one amazingly sexy mind as well."

I grin into the pillow, but I'm asleep before I can even fully consider how I should respond.  

A/N:  I know it's been awhile, and I do apologize about that.  I'm hoping that I am officially back on track to post every other Friday though.

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