Chapter 245

Even as his heart burned black at the sight of their bodies tangled together, Baekgyeong realized something. The self Yoon Siron once loved had never been this soft. He had been self-centered, arrogant, impulsive—an unpredictable man from one moment to the next.

When Yoon Siron loved Baekgyeong.

It wasn’t that their past held no meaning. Even from a ruined past there were things to learn, scraps worth salvaging. The Baekgyeong whom Yoon Siron loved had been a madman. If what Yoon Siron loved was Baekgyeong’s past, there was no reason not to use it. Baekgyeong found an outlet for the jealousy that threatened to drive him insane.

He grabbed the whiskey flask Isaac always carried, twisted it open. He drank half of what was left, and with the other half he poured it over his cock, roughly wiping it down where it was smeared with semen and slick.

“Yoon Siron, you’re fucking wrecked.”

Standing beside the bed, Baekgyeong gave his detached assessment as he looked down at Siron. Siron clutched the blanket as if he’d tear it apart, trembling all over as the sensation overwhelmed him. That fatal spot, the one that shattered him at the slightest touch, had been pounded so thoroughly he couldn’t even cry out.

Watching Siron’s reaction, Baekgyeong asked curtly,

“Where the fuck did you stick it to make him like this?”

“The cervix.”

Isaac pressed a kiss to Siron’s shoulder, his eyes fixed coldly on Baekgyeong. A guarded look, wary of the subtle shift in Baekgyeong’s attitude.

“Yoon Siron, crawl over here. I’m going to fuck you too.”

From beside the bed, Baekgyeong gave the command. Taken from behind like a dog, Siron was in the perfect position to suck the cock of the alpha standing at the edge of the mattress.

“Your... fucking... mouth... haa—mph—ahh!”

“Hurry up.”

Just then, Isaac’s grip around his waist loosened. On his knees, Siron crawled forward a couple of paces, dragging out Isaac’s cock from deep inside his guts. That alone was enough to send a brutal orgasm crashing through him; he faltered where he was, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

His body looked ready to collapse back onto the mattress, but instead Siron crawled toward Baekgyeong like a dog. The sight made Baekgyeong seethe with bitter affection.

“A dog, huh? You come just because you’re called?”

“What... the fuck... are you saying.”

“Feels good, doing it with the three of us?”

“Don’t—haa—ask me... shit like that.”

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that.”

Siron said nothing. He only glared at Baekgyeong once, then, as though carrying out a duty, took Baekgyeong’s cock into his mouth.

Baekgyeong had thought no one could be more transparent than Yoon Siron—but he was wrong. The old saying that you could read ten fathoms of water but not one fathom of a man’s heart had never rung truer than now. Did Siron just want sex, no matter with whom?

“Don’t suck it. Lick.”

Baekgyeong pulled his cock from Siron’s mouth and smacked it lightly across lips far too small to take it. Siron, as if to prove a point, stuck his tongue out and licked along the shaft, tracing the bulging veins. Catching the pheromones still clinging faintly in the fluids, his expression turned instantly lewd.

He cupped Baekgyeong’s balls—big as his fists—in his palms and, tilting his head, sucked one into his mouth at a time. When he grew tired of that, he wrapped both hands around the cock, stroking it up and down, drooling thick strings of spit as he lavished it with attention. Baekgyeong shoved his fingers into Siron’s mouth, tugging his lips wide open with both thumbs to make space before ramming his cock back in.

“Khhuugh, hhp, hhuuh, hhp!”

The swollen head scraped against the roof of his mouth, grazing his teeth, stabbing recklessly into the inside of his cheek. Looking down at Siron, who was gasping for breath, Baekgyeong rammed deep, aiming straight for his throat. A wave of nausea hit; Siron’s torso convulsed upward. Baekgyeong didn’t care—he tangled his fingers in Siron’s hair, yanking his head down toward his pelvis. The choking sounds rattled and then died in his throat as Siron shoved frantically at Baekgyeong’s thigh.

At that moment, Isaac, who had been silently watching, came up behind Siron and slammed into him without warning. The sudden penetration jolted Siron upward, driving the cock in his mouth even deeper. Each time Isaac snapped his hips, Siron’s body rocked back and forth, working Baekgyeong’s cock on its own. His face flushed crimson as he pressed desperately against Baekgyeong’s thigh, trying to pull back his head, but Baekgyeong didn’t let him go.

Baekgyeong shoved in deeper than before, forcing more than half his cock down Siron’s throat. He felt the narrowness beyond the throat, the esophagus straining as hot, slick tissue screamed and stretched. Carefully he pulled out again so as not to injure him, and Siron gagged up a mouthful of spit, pressing his face against Baekgyeong’s lower belly.

“F-fuck... hhhk—ssi...bal... khhh, hhuhh, haahh!”

There was no chance to feel relief from being freed from the throatfucking; a cock that tore his inner walls to the limit now rammed into his cervix, striking it with a sharp crack.

Siron clung to Baekgyeong’s waist as though hanging on for dear life, sobbing long and brokenly. His tremors spread from his toes to the crown of his head. As Isaac drew out slowly, the tip hooked at the rim of the entrance and paused—then he thrust in again, this time angled toward the colon.

He kept pulling out until he was nearly free, only to slam back in again and again. In and out of the cervix and colon at random, the unpredictable intrusion left Siron unable to even breathe or scream—his lips only opened and closed soundlessly.

Baekgyeong ground his teeth as he looked down at Siron’s desperate face turned up to him. Just then Siron twisted and shuddered violently in climax.

“Uuungh, ahhh, ahhhh!”

Isaac’s thrusts, once broad and heavy, turned short and rapid, like a beast about to spill its seed. Struck over and over in that fragile spot, Siron’s eyes glazed, the muscles of his face going slack as if he’d lost his mind. And it wasn’t only that he let go. His scent and pheromones flooded the air, thicker than ever, enough that Baekgyeong felt he could come from that alone.

Siron seemed to plummet beyond the edge of pleasure, severed clean from the world. Yet Isaac didn’t release him—he yanked Siron’s arms back, holding them like reins. Baekgyeong had thought he was toying with Siron, drawing it out for his amusement, but no—Isaac was drowning in Siron’s pheromones, blind to everything else.

His gaze was locked, feral, on the white-frothed mess where their bodies joined. His nose wrinkled, his breath ragged. The muscles of his arms bulged tight as he crushed Siron’s wrists in his grip, heat and sweat rising from his skin like steam. It wasn’t a man anymore, but an animal rutting.

Compared to that, Siron’s body was far too fragile. Against alphas like great beasts, he was thin, slight, almost frail. Taking in their unchecked lust, it seemed he could be torn apart at any moment.

But breaking him, possessing him—that should be Baekgyeong’s alone. Drunk on Siron’s pheromones, which stoked his fighting spirit, Baekgyeong caught Siron’s short chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing his head up.

“Hhhah, nnnh, hhhuhh, nnnhhh, hhhuuhh...”

Siron moaned in a haze, mind gone. His face was nothing but reflex to the penetration, pain and ecstasy mixed together. He’d gushed so much slick that the wet slap of insertion had grown deafening. The pleasure beyond threshold was shattering him.

Baekgyeong dragged his thumb across Siron’s tongue, pressing down the soft root to jab his uvula. Siron, defenseless, gagged and drooled, snapping back into awareness.

“Yoon Siron, you like the taste of Yankee cock?”

“Uhh, nnnghh, nnhh... hhuhh, hhha, uhnngh!”

With tear-stained, lust-drowned eyes, Siron looked up at him as if begging for something. Isaac’s thrusts turned even more violent. A taut, rubber-like tension filled the air; cords bulged along his neck, veins popped across his forehead.

“Uhhnn, ahhh, ahhh, hhhuuaaahhh!”

Siron let out a long, wordless cry, almost a howl—so obscene it sent a chill down the spine.

“Fuck... so tight.”

Isaac gritted his teeth, breath ragged. His abs clenched and released out of rhythm, building too long to be just release. And sure enough—Siron’s lower belly began to swell. A knot. Isaac rained desperate kisses across the back of Siron’s head. Watching it, Baekgyeong felt as though his heart plunged into an endless abyss.

Unable to choke back the surge of emotion, Baekgyeong rammed his cock brutally into Siron’s mouth. Khhk—khhhhk—Siron gagged, struggling to pull away, but trapped between the two alphas he had no escape.

Baekgyeong crushed down the hard root of his tongue, spearing deeper past his throat. Siron tried to jerk his head back, but Baekgyeong gripped his skull, yanking him forward, locking him in place. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free of that abyss of pleasure.

Jealousy and lust blazing, the two alphas only grew more savage. They ravaged Siron over and over until every ounce of strength was wrung out of him, until he was limp, unable to move a single finger. It was the endless feasting of beasts whose hunger could never be sated.