TATMFL - 48

“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll break it down and come in myself.”

Ra-on, her lips parting in shock, finally moved when the face on the screen lifted its leg again.

“I’ll open it! I’ll come out, so don’t do anything!”

Spitting out the words like rapid gunfire, Ra-on rushed toward the entrance, grabbing the doorknob with trembling hands.

Had she taken just a moment longer to observe, she might have noticed that Do-kyung’s state was far from normal for someone visiting at such a late hour. But at that moment, her mind was consumed by only one thought: stopping Do-kyung from acting recklessly. With that singular focus, she opened the door.

“What are you—gasp…?!”

The moment the door opened, Ra-on’s words caught in her throat as she gasped sharply.

Before she could react, a hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her forward. There was no time to process the firm chest pressing against her cheek. The overwhelming scent enveloping her body made her reflexively pant for air.

But that moment was fleeting. Just as forcefully as she had been pulled, Ra-on was pushed back with equal intensity.

Stunned by the rapid sequence of events, Ra-on blinked rapidly, too bewildered to even feel anger.

What on earth…? Her dazed eyes fixed on the crumpled black shirt covering his chest. Exhaling sharply, she tilted her head up.

Do-kyung glared at her with razor-sharp eyes, his pupils dangerously narrowed. His presence was suffocating.

“Did you sleep with him?”

The eerie, venomous tone of his voice left Ra-on speechless. Furrowing her brow as she processed the meaning behind his words, she repeated, dumbfounded:

“...What did you say?”

“Did you have sex with that bastard Hye-sung?”

His crude and explicit choice of words left no room for misinterpretation. Ra-on’s face hardened instantly.

Hye-sung? What?

The absurdity of the question left her momentarily speechless. It wasn’t anger but disbelief that froze her tongue. All that escaped her parted lips was a sharp, incredulous breath.

Of all people, Han Do-kyung accusing her like this felt utterly ridiculous.

“You—”

Before she could finish asking if he realized what he was saying, his nose pressed firmly against her shoulder, cutting her off.

As he inhaled deeply, Ra-on’s shoulders tensed instinctively.

The heat of his breath and body against her skin felt scorching, as though it might burn her flesh.

Reaching out to push him away, Ra-on hesitated when her hand met the intense heat radiating through his shirt.

“Listen, Han Do-kyung, what are you—”

For a brief moment, she forgot her anger as concern overtook her. She grabbed his arm, alarmed by his abnormally high body temperature. He didn’t seem merely drunk—his condition was far more alarming.

But in that instant—

“Ah.”

The lips grazing her nape suddenly bit down hard on her skin. A sharp pain shot through her neck, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

After leaving his mark, Do-kyung licked the spot languidly with his wet tongue before slowly pulling away.

A crooked smile played on his lips as his bloodshot eyes roamed over her.

Ever since he had detected Hye-sung’s pheromones on Ra-on, his eyes had burned crimson, shimmering as if they might burst at any moment.

“Ra-on.”

At the sound of his soft, velvety voice, Ra-on instinctively took a step back. But his grip on her arm stopped her retreat.

“...,”

Her trembling breaths came out faint and shallow.

Despite the ferocity in his eyes, his voice feigned harmlessness, evoking memories of their first encounter.

The sharp, oppressive aura weighed heavily on her. Her heart raced, and her breathing grew labored. Though fear was partly to blame, her body’s response was anything but ordinary.

Suddenly, realization dawned on her, and Ra-on clamped her hand over her nose, as if doing so would dispel whatever was electrifying the surrounding air.

The only time a beta, unaware of pheromones, could sense their presence was when an alpha’s raw, untamed, and overpowering pheromones saturated the environment.

With trembling hands covering her nose, Ra-on tried to twist her body away.

Effortlessly blocking her movements, Do-kyung continued in a deceptively gentle tone:

“Why do you go around covered in another man’s pheromones? You’re driving me insane.”

His hand roughly seized her delicate chin and tilted it upward. Without hesitation, he buried his nose beneath her earlobe, inhaling deeply against her sensitive skin.

As his lungs filled with her scent, mingling with his own pheromones, Do-kyung exhaled in satisfaction before pressing his lips to hers.

Smack. Smack. Each kiss was deliberately loud and wet, repeating the motion of attaching and detaching. Finally, Ra-on pushed against his chest.

“Let go…!”

But her struggles were futile. Defiantly, Do-kyung extended his tongue and slowly licked her nape. Without warning, he sank his teeth into her pulsing, pale skin.

“Agh!”

The knuckles of the hand pushing against his shoulder turned white with strain.

Frustration twisted her eyelids, which trembled violently. Blood beaded on her bitten lips, clenched tightly to suppress a cry.

When he finally released her, the skin of her nape bore his mark like a brand, chewed raw by his relentless teeth.

Do-kyung lightly kissed the bruised area where his bite had left its imprint. Spotting the crimson droplets pooling at the corner of her lips, he smirked lazily.

His finger traced her lips, wiping away the blood. Staring intently at the red smudge left behind—like a vivid lipstick stain—he brought his finger to his mouth and began sucking it clean.

Too stunned to realize she was free from his grasp, Ra-on’s eyes glazed over. Watching him greedily suck the blood from his finger was unbearably obscene. The sight of his wet, glistening finger disappearing into his mouth was lewd and hypnotic.

“Hah…”

Throughout, his gaze never left her, roaming hungrily over her frozen face as if savoring every detail.

His tongue wrapped around his finger, licking it clean before vanishing it back into his mouth.

“...”

Ra-on’s face flushed bright red.

She felt as though she stood completely naked before him, stripped bare of every defense.

She knew full well that the finger he now sucked was a substitute for her.

Biting her lip tightly, Ra-on averted her gaze, her breathing shallow.

Past midnight, the unnatural silence amplified the wet, obscene sounds echoing around them.

Unconsciously retreating, Ra-on suddenly realized she was still standing outside her house. Swallowing hard, she noticed the door—wide open thanks to Do-kyung—couldn’t be closed because he blocked it.

As she stumbled backward, Ra-on froze, taking in the wild, irrational gleam in his eyes.

Something… was wrong.

But by the time she realized it, Do-kyung’s hand had already seized her arm.

“Mmph…?!”

A desperate kiss crashed onto her lips. The same tongue that had been savoring his finger moments ago now forced its way into her mouth. His thick, invasive muscle greedily devoured her soft breaths, tangling with her tongue.

The friction of their tongues sent a sharp sensation coursing through her body. Ra-on’s spine stiffened as she leaned involuntarily into his embrace.

The desire in the hand stroking her back was unmistakable.

“Hnn!”

His tongue probed deeper, almost reaching her throat, rubbing against her palate and teasing her sensitive membranes. Relentlessly, he explored every inch of her mouth.

“Agh!”

The forceful suction on her tongue elicited a pained moan from between their pressed lips.

Her fingers dug into his arms, and her toes curled in an effort to steady herself against his assault.

This rough, savage kiss was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t even think to push him away as he relentlessly dominated her.

Heavy pants filled the air, though whose they were remained unclear. Unaware of the saliva trailing down her chin, Ra-on found herself already dragged inside the house.

Thud! The sound of the door slamming shut behind Do-kyung thundered like lightning through her chest. Only then did Ra-on snap out of her daze, shoving him away.

“Hah... S-stop…”

But he didn’t budge. If anything, his grip tightened further, pulling her closer.

Their bodies pressed together as if burning with fever, and the heat seeped into her, turning her face a deep shade of red.

Despite the few times they’d shared a bed, her body had already grown accustomed to his touch. Even under his aggressive kiss, warmth pooled between her legs—a fact that infuriated her.

Ra-on bit down hard on the invading flesh in her mouth.

Yet Do-kyung showed no sign of pain. Desperation fueled his movements as he pushed his lips even harder against hers, as if he’d die without her.

“Hnn…?!”

Ra-on’s pupils quivered as she stared hazily at the fluorescent light above Do-kyung’s shoulder, feeling the thick, solid pressure against her lower abdomen.

At that moment, a dizzying whisper caressed her eardrums.

“Ra-on...”

A shiver ran down her spine as she swallowed hard.