Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 485: My turn now, I believe

I was a ss of moans and gasps. I could feel Min-Cheol holding my hand once again, his knuckles white as he watched us, and I felt Jin-Yeok’s steady breathing above .

The heat in my belly was a roaring inferno, and Seo-Jun’s slow, thodical movents were fueling it into blinding white light.

The friction built until I couldn’t breathe, until my very bones felt like they were lting.

Then, without warning, when he saw I had relaxed to his rhythm, he decided to beco the devil and drove deep inside , hitting the very center of my heat.

"Aah—!" I scread, my body shaking with the force of a spectacular, blinding orgasm. A dry orgasm since nothing ca out, and he sneered.

"You like it so much you’re cumming, dry. What a little slut," he exclaid and increased his pace, dismissing the fact that I was still cumming, and the tension caused my insides to clamp around him.

He hit his lip, muffling a groan as he felt tighten around him.

"Yeah, that’s it..." He said and opened his eyes. "If you tighten up like this, I’ll cum right away."

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I kept moaning, kept diving deeper into the pleasure, and then heard him grunt.

"I’m cumming, Jo-Pil. I’ll paint your insides with my sen, don’t worry." He said and then let out one last guttural groan, the sound vibrating in his chest as he spilled his seeds inside , the tension causing the veins in his neck to bulge until they looked like they would pop.

Then, he finally released his grip on my thigh, panting heavily into my shoulder.

When he finally pulled out, he didn’t just walk away. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard, and gently pulled into his arms.

His red eyes were softer now, the predatory glint gone. He reached out with a slightly trembling hand, using his thumb to carefully brush the tears from my flushed, sweaty face.

He looked at for a long ti, his jaw tight.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice rough. "Did I push you too hard? I didn’t an any of that back there, you know, right? About the... about being a slut." He bit his lip, a rare look of guilt crossing his features. "I was just... I was jealous that Ki-hoon got you first. I was just talking smack."

I looked at him, my heart swelling with a different kind of warmth. I reached out a tired hand and traced the line of his jaw.

"I know," I whispered. "I’m okay, Seo-Jun. It... it was fine."

It was definitely better than him tying up and plunging inside like a madman.

A small, genuine smile touched his lips. He kissed my temple and pulled closer, resting his chin on the top of my damp head. I felt the steady hum of his pulse against mine.

"Thank God." He whispered, breathing a sigh of relief.

The silence of the room was short-lived. Before I could even fully settle against Seo-Jun’s chest, the bed shifted with a deliberate, heavy weight.

"My turn now, I believe."

Jin-Yeok stepped forward, his voice cutting through the lingering musk of Seo-Jun’s scent like a soft blade. He didn’t wait for an invitation; he simply stood at the edge of the bed, already discarding his waistcoat and unbuttoning his shirt.

"It’s not fair." Min-Cheol suddenly burst out, his face crumpling into a frustrated pout. He looked between Jin-Yeok and the rest of us with genuine hurt in his blue eyes. "Is this because I’m the youngest? Why do I always have to be last? Every single ti!"

Seo-Jun let out a short, lazy bark of laughter, though he didn’t move his arm from around my waist yet.

"If we were going by age, kid, I should’ve been the one starting this marathon. But Ki-hoon got the first bite, so just suck it up." He shifted, his smirk widening as he looked over at Min-Cheol’s miserable expression. "Look on the bright side—by the ti it’s your turn, he’ll be so sensitive you won’t even have to try. You get to savor him the longest."

Min-Cheol’s face went red. He let out a sharp huff and flopped back against the pillows, crossing his arms and radiating a silent, brooding energy that scread ’unfair.’

Now, he was acting like a sulking child.

But I barely had the mind to comfort him. The air in the room seed to start vibrating. It was a low, resonant hum—a sound I felt in my marrow before I heard it.

Jin-Yeok moved with a terrifyingly calm efficiency.

He pulled from Seo-Jun’s arms and settled back against the headboard, his hands holding my thighs.

"You look tired, Jo-Pil," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing the shell of my ear.

The vibration of his words sent a fresh wave of electricity through . I felt my entrance twitch and weep instantly, leaking what was left of Seo-Jun and Ki-hoon.

I was just too weak to that voice—I always had been. It was the kind of voice that commanded a troop of gangsters and mafia goons without strain, but when it was whispered directly into my ear, it felt like a silken leash.

He knew it, too. He’d figured out long ago that his baritone was my undoing, and he was using it like a scalpel.

"Your heart is racing. I can hear it against your ribs," he murmured, his breath hot and steady. "Are you that excited just from hearing speak? Is my voice enough to make you this ssy?"

"Hngh... Jin-Yeok..." I whimpered, my head falling back.

"Shh. Don’t speak. Just listen," my toes curl.

Why was he trying to torture , too?

He didn’t even touch with his hands yet, but the way he talked into my ear was doing more damage than a thousand caresses.

"Do you want to know how much of a ss I plan to leave your insides in once I’m done?"

I shuddered as he began to describe, in vivid, low-toned detail, exactly how he was going to fill . He narrated the way my muscles were already pulsing for him, how my scent was changing as I listened to him.

Every word was a stroke. Every syllable was a touch.

By the ti he finally shifted to position the tip of his cock to my entrance, I was already half-gone, my body wound so tight that the mont he pushed inside, I let out a shattered, high-pitched shuddering cry.

"Haaa..." My eyes rolled back, and I gripped the sheets, whatever I could get, the pleasure filling more than it should.

"There he is," Jin-Yeok said, his voice a triumphant, vibrating growl in my ear. "There’s my brave bird."

He set a pace that was slow and agonizingly deep, but it was his voice that led the way. He whispered praise...

"You’re doing a good job, Jo-Pil."

...he whispered observations about how tight I was.

"Your insides seem to like my cock. Just feel how much they’re tightening around ."

...and he whispered promises of how long he was going to keep like this.

"I’ll make sure that by the ti I’m done with you, your insides will rember my shape." He kissed the corner of my lips and grinned.

I was drowning in the sound of him, my entire world narrowing down to the vibration in my ears and the crushing, beautiful pressure between my legs.

He was the conductor, and I was his instrunt, played until every string was ready to snap.

Every ti he spoke, my internal muscles would seize, clamping down on him in a desperate, rhythmic pulse that only seed to fuel his resolve.

He wasn’t just moving inside ; he was speaking into a state of total submission.

"Look at you," Jin-Yeok murmured, his lips brushing the very edge of my earlobe, sending a fresh jolt of electricity down my spine. "So loud for . So responsive. Do you hear that sound, Jo-Pil? That’s the sound of you breaking for ."