Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 63

Yu Jin’s POV

The fever started in the afternoon.

We’d managed to shower (properly this ti), and I’d even forced myself to eat half a bowl of instant ran just so Park Min wouldn’t look at like I was a corpse. He was moving slowly, wincing every ti he sat down, thighs pressed tight together like he was trying to hold himself closed. I pretended not to notice the faint red-brown stain on the inside of his sweatpants when he thought I wasn’t looking.

I noticed everything.

By six p.m. he was burning up. I touched his neck and jerked my hand back like I’d been scalded.

"Min, you’re on fire."

He laughed, but it ca out weak. "I’m always hot when you’re around."

"Stop joking. You have a fever."

He tried to stand up from the couch and swayed. I caught him before he hit the floor. His skin was radiating heat through the thin t-shirt, and his scent (fuck, his scent) had shifted. It wasn’t just sweet anymore. It was thick, syrupy, like soone had cracked open a jar of honey and left it in the sun. My mouth watered instantly.

"I’m fine," he mumbled into my shoulder. "Just tired. Let sleep it off."

"You said we were going to the hospital."

"Tomorrow. You promised tomorrow."

"You’re burning up now."

He went limp in my arms, head lolling. That was it. I scooped him up (he was heavier than , always had been, but adrenaline made stupid strong) and carried him out the door. The hospital was only eight minutes away if I ran the red lights. I did.

They took one look at him (flushed, shaking, pupils blown wide) and rushed him into a curtained room. I stood there like an idiot, hands still shaped like they were holding him, heart jackhamring.

A nurse asked questions. I lied through my teeth.

"Yes, we’re roommates. No, he doesn’t have allergies. No, he hasn’t been drinking. Yes, we’ve both been... under a lot of stress lately."

They drew blood. Gave him IV fluids. Said it looked like a severe systemic inflammatory response, possibly infection. Prescribed antibiotics, antipyretics, bed rest. Told to watch him closely for twenty-four hours.

I bowed and thanked them and apologized so many tis the doctor looked uncomfortable.

In the cab ho, Park Min was half-conscious against my side, mumbling nonsense.

"I’m sorry," I whispered into his hair. "This is my fault. I did this to you. I broke you."

He made a small sound, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the strength.

Back at his place, I carried him to bed, stripped him down to his boxers, wiped him with a cool cloth. His skin was still blazing. Every ti I touched him he leaned into it, chasing the contact like a cat.

"I’m sorry," I kept saying, over and over, kissing his forehead, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth. "I’m so fucking sorry, Min. I lost my mind. I hurt you. I’ll never touch you again if you don’t want to. I swear."

He cracked one eye open. "Don’t be dramatic. I wanted it too. Most of it."

"Most of it?"

He gave a tired half-smile. "You went feral on day two. I was already too gone to stop you."

I buried my face in his neck and cried like a fucking child. He stroked my hair with what little strength he had left and told to shut up and get in bed.

I did. On top of the covers. Fully clothed. Hands to myself.

That lasted exactly four hours.

I woke up at 2:17 a.m. to the sound of him whimpering.

The room was dark except for the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. Park Min was curled on his side, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around his stomach. His breathing was fast and shallow, and the sll had gotten ten tis worse. It was everywhere. In my lungs. In my blood. My cock was already hard and leaking just from breathing.

"Min?" I sat up, heart in my throat. "Baby, talk to ."

He turned toward slowly, and the look on his face stopped my heart.

His eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed crimson, lips bitten swollen. He looked drugged.

"Yu Jin," he rasped. "It hurts."

"Where? Your ass? Fever ca back?"

He shook his head frantically. "Inside. Deep. Empty. I need..." His voice cracked. "I need you inside . Please."

I froze.

He crawled toward on shaky arms, sweatpants already pushed down to his thighs like he’d been trying to take them off himself. His cock was hard, flushed dark, dripping onto the sheets. His hole (when he turned and showed , fuck) was glistening, swollen shut no more. It was open, fluttering, slick running down his balls in slow rivulets.

Heat.

He was in fucking heat.

And I...my own scent spiked so hard I felt dizzy. My rut answering his heat like a goddamn mating call.

"No," I said, scooting back until I hit the headboard. "No, Min, we can’t. You heard the doctor. You’re sick. You’re injured...."

"I’m not sick," he sobbed, grabbing my wrist and yanking my hand between his legs. "Feel . I’m wet for you. I’m ready. I need you, Yu Jin, please...."

His fingers wrapped around my cock through my boxers before I could stop him. I was so hard it hurt.

"Stop." I tried to pull away. "We’re both fucked up right now. This isn’t...."

He shoved my hand harder against his hole. Two of my fingers slipped inside without resistance. He was scalding hot, soft, clenching around like he was trying to suck deeper.

"Feel that?" he panted against my mouth. "That’s for you. Only you. I’m in heat because of you. You triggered it. Now fix it."

"Min, listen to ." My voice was shaking. "You were bleeding this morning. You couldn’t walk."

"I know what I said!" he shouted, then whimpered, rocking down on my fingers. "I know I’m wrecked. I know it hurts. But this hurts more. This emptiness.... it’s killing . I can’t breathe. I need you to fill up or I’m going to die."

"You’re not going to die."

"I FEEL LIKE I AM!"

He lunged at , knocking flat on my back. Straddled my hips. Grabbed my cock and tried to line it up with his hole himself. I barely caught his wrists in ti.

"Park Min, stop!"

"Let put it in," he cried, tears streaming down his face. "Just the tip. Just let feel you for a second. I’m begging you."

"No."

"Please." His voice broke. "Please, Yu Jin. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you. I won’t complain even if you tear in half. Just fuck ."

I flipped us so fast the headboard cracked against the wall. Pinned his wrists above his head with one hand.

"Listen to ," I snarled, nose to nose. "We are not doing this. Not like this. Not when you’re crying and shaking and half out of your mind."

"I’m in heat!" he scread. "This is what heat is! I don’t have a choice!"

"You always have a choice. And right now I’m making it for both of us."

He bucked under , trying to rub his slick hole against my stomach, my thigh, anything.

"Then knot your own fucking hand and leave here to suffer!"

"I’m not leaving you."

"You’re torturing !"

"I’m keeping you alive!"

He went still suddenly. Looked up at with those red-rimd eyes.

"You don’t want anymore," he whispered. "That’s it, isn’t it? You finally got sick of . Three days of fucking raw and now I’m too loose, too used up..."

"Shut up." My voice cracked. "Don’t you dare say that."

"Then why won’t you touch ?" He was sobbing again. "Why are you holding back? I can sll you. You’re in rut just as bad as I’m in heat. Your cock is dripping. You want it."

"I want you alive more."

He laughed, bitter and broken. "I’m an Alpha in heat which is already weird enough, If you don’t knot soon, my fever will spike again. My organs could shut down. That’s what the pamphlets say. You want dead?"

"That’s bullshit scare tactics..."

"Is it?" He arched up, rubbed his wet hole along the length of my cock through the fabric. I saw stars. "Then explain why I feel like I’m burning from the inside out. Explain why I can’t think about anything except your knot locking open."

I dropped my forehead to his. "We need suppressants. Both of us. Real ones. Not the weak shit from the convenience store."

"It’s two in the morning."

"I’ll find a twenty-four-hour clinic."

"They’ll ask questions."

"I don’t care."

"They’ll sll us and know what we did."

"I said I don’t care."

He grabbed my face with both hands. "Look at ."

I did.

"I love you," he said, voice raw. "I love you so much it’s stupid. And right now I need you to love enough to fuck through this heat or love enough to get help. But you can’t leave like this. You can’t."

I was shaking so hard the bed was creaking.

"I’m calling an ambulance," I said finally.

"No." He tightened his legs around my waist. "Private clinic. The one in Gangnam. They do... off-the-record heat services. I have the number."

I stared at him.

"You’ve done this before?"

"Never," he said. "But I know people who have. They’ll give us strong suppressants. Or... or a hired alpha if we pay enough. Soone who knows how to knot without...." He stopped. Swallowed. "Without loving like you do."

The thought of soone else touching him made see red.

"No hired alpha," I growled.

"Then you do it."

"I can’t."

"You can." He kissed , desperate and wet. "You can be gentle. You can stop when I say stop. You can knot and hold and we’ll get through it together."

"I don’t trust myself."

"I do."

"You shouldn’t."

He guided my hand back between his legs. Made feel how ready he was. How much his body was begging.

"Yu Jin," he whispered against my lips. "I’m already yours. You’ve been inside so many tis I lost count. One more ti won’t kill . But denying might."

I broke.

Just a little.

I kissed him slow and deep, tasting salt and heat and desperation.

"Okay," I breathed. "But we do this my way. Slow. Careful. You safe-word the second it hurts too much. And tomorrow... tomorrow we get real help. Suppressants. Therapy. Whatever the fuck we need. Promise ."

He nodded frantically. "Promise. Anything. Just... please..."

I pulled my boxers down. Lined up.

The head of my cock brushed his rim and we both moaned like we’d been punched.

"Look at ," I said.

He did.

I pushed in.

One inch.

He sobbed, nails digging into my shoulders.

Another inch.

His legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging deeper.

I stopped halfway.

"Too much?"

He shook his head. "More. Please, more."

I slid ho in one slow glide.

He ca instantly, untouched, body clamping down so hard I saw white. His heat sucked in like it was starving.

I stayed still, buried to the hilt, knot already swelling at the base.

"I’ve got you," I whispered, kissing his tears. "I’ve got you, baby. Just breathe."

He clung to , shaking, and nodded into my neck.

Outside, the city kept moving.

Inside, we stayed locked together (literally and not) for the rest of the night.

Tomorrow we’d get help.

Tonight, we had this.