"Touch me."

Your request has Jimin taken aback, but he recovers quickly. He probably should have expected that you would ask for a reprieve, but he had never truly expected that you would be asking him to be the one to give it to you. Despite the circumstances.

Giving you a small smile, he tilts his head to you, looking into your eyes when a chuckle escapes him.

"I already have my hands on you," Jimin answers huskily with a low chuckle, still holding you up with your head above the water with your chests pressing against each other. His hands on your waist are keeping you still and steady.

Whimpering to his tease, you push yourself against him. "Please—" you whisper, finding solace in the nape of his neck. Calmness rushes through you as you begin breathing his scent in.

His scent, which has always been captivating and has left you wondering about for weeks, has been growing stronger now as everything around you, especially everything coming from him seems to be getting more intense.

Sandalwood and fresh herbs, mixed in with a hint of cinnamon.

Delicious, you wonder with a deep inhale of breath, relishing his delightful scent until you can almost taste it on your tongue. Your senses have grown way more sensitive than how they used to be, and for some reason, your body is reacting strongly to him.

It had been this way since the moment he touched you right at the peak of your fevering heat. His touch had aroused something in you while dousing the fire that was burning you from within. And now you are craving to have more, aching to have him free you from the pain now pulsing at your core.

Suddenly, Jimin's chuckle returns. Your wolf whimpers inside your head when he gently pushes you away. It is only then when you finally realise that you have been trying to lick his skin, right where his neck and shoulder join together.

"Be careful with what you are about to ask from me, beautiful," he says, still talking to you with a deep, husky voice, lathered completely with his desire. 

You can also feel his own need building up through his heartbeat, his intoxicating scent, and the hardness that has been rising stiff and ready from between his legs. His hard-on has been poking at you since the moment he came close to you. The tip of his length keeps pressing at your lower abdomen ever since he held you in the water, and the only thing you want to do is to rub against it until you can have your release.

Sighing deeply, you give him a pout before feigning the most innocent look that you could muster just so you could change his mind. "How about a trade?"

"A trade?" he asks, raising his brows at you and sounding intrigued. He is curious to see what game you are planning while orchestrating another option to help you. Even if it pains him just to think about letting you go.

"Fix me," you beg him while you continue rolling your hips against him. "Then take my blood. Blood exchange can help us both heal—" You stop, only to lick the column of his throat and nip at his sharp jaw, continuing to speak while doing it when he lets you taste his skin, "—I believe people talked about how orgasm helps to make the blood tastes even more delicious for vampires."

Jimin grunts deeply, admitting how true your words are. And he had tasted your blood. He still remembers just how exquisite your blood tasted, and he remembers perfectly well how his bite had aroused you, how the final drops of your blood had become even more magnificent when your body reacted to him with pleasure. All of a sudden, his cravings for your blood are intensifying that his incisors lengthen, ready to pierce through your skin.

"You drive a hard bargain. How am I supposed to refuse?"

"You don't," you answer dryly, only to have him chuckling even more.

"Bossy."

"Only when I need something," you sigh softly, before you try to nuzzle your face against his neck one more time.

His words come out breathy when he asks, "And you think I need something too?"

You pull back, looking at him dubiously before stating the obvious. Or perhaps it had only been obvious for you, when Jimin seems to have yet to notice it. "Jimin, you're wounded."

"What?"

With a sad smile, you reach to raise his forearm until he can see it, the bite mark from where the wolf he was fighting had buried his teeth. The mix of adrenaline he had felt from the fight and the way his body has been reacting to your heat has made him oblivious to his own condition. The wound looks deep and it has been bleeding since it happened yet he couldn't feel any pain. And though it seems to have been slowly healing, there is still blood coming out of the gash, dripping into the water as you slowly raise his forearm to begin licking at the torn skin.

A slow snarl comes out of his lips at the touch of your tongue. Not for the pain, when he is still not feeling any, but from the way your kisses and licks are making his whole body shudder with delightful sparks running through his veins.

"That is quite odd," he muses, as he studies closely on his forearm once you let him go. "Could it be that our healing powers are still recovering after escaping from that forest?"

"I don't know. All I know is that we need each other to heal," you gently coax him, bringing his eyes back to you as you cup his face with your palms. "Please, Jimin. Make me feel better."

Jimin has lost his fight. His own desire has risen tenfold ever since he first breathed your scent in. The only reason why he has been stalling is to wait and see if you would lose interest once the fever has waned down. Yet your need to mate seems to have only been escalating and he could even feel the pulses growing from between your legs each time he presses himself to you. With it, his desire to mate with you grows stronger that the thought of taking you back to the others this soon only makes him grow madly possessive.

Closing his eyes, Jimin tries to control his urge, forcing himself to think clearly. Even if he gives in, there is no way he would make love to you while you are still submerged under the water.

He would do it gently, he suddenly decides as he opens his eyes. He would make it last until you are sated and your needs are completed so that he would no longer feel the need to hide you from the world in fear of having another male claiming you.

"Tell you what—" he says, leaning in until you could feel his lips brushing against yours. "Let's finish cleaning up. Now that your fever has come down, it would be better to get somewhere dry, somewhere clean, and get you warmed up so the fever won't come back when we continue our journey. We should dry ourselves up and check out our wounds. Then we should take some rest for a bit while we figure out together what we could do about all of this. It seems that every time we find ourselves soaking in a strange lake, we always give in so easily to what our bodies desire most," he adds, stopping briefly as he remembers the first time he kissed you, his body shuddering when he remembers kissing you while being submerged in a different lake.

"We should figure out if we still feel the same when we are not feeling so cold and while we are wet. We should only take action once our minds are clear and once we both agree that it would be the sanest thing to do. Considering our current situation."

His offer makes sense, but it doesn't mean that either you or your wolf has to like it. "Talking is overrated."

Chuckling softly, Jimin tugs you closer into his chest. "Indeed, it is," he whispers, before pressing his lips on yours. He kisses you gently, nipping at your lips until it ignites a soft growl coming from your chest. Before you can let it grow deeper, he pulls back. Never straying too far away with his lips still hovering on yours when he whispers, "I just don't want you to regret it once we cross over that line, beautiful."

With a snarl, you weave your fingers through his hair and look into his eyes, forcing him to see how you mean it when you promise him, "I know what I want, Jimin. And I want you."

When Jimin takes your lips in his once again, he doesn't hold back. He immediately deepens the kiss, pressing his incisors on your lip until you bleed. The pain has you gasping, but you refuse to let him go, still holding him tightly with your fingers buried in his hair, clutching him down on you so he can continue. Ever so gently, Jimin licks the drops of blood forming on your lips, humming softly as he sucks on your wound until the torn skin begins to heal under his kiss. Then he pushes his tongue in, letting you feel just how much you have affected him.

"You taste wonderful," his breathy whisper comes out between the kiss, before you cut him off from saying anything else as you mould your lips on his, refusing to let go.

The flames running along your body continue to build up, rushing in waves and strong pulses that all begin to gather right at your center. As you are getting lost in the kiss, your body reacts instantly to chase its release. Your hips begin to move in circles, rubbing your hot center against his length until the surge of pleasure begins to build up. But it could never be enough. Not when Jimin stops you from making it happen.

It takes a lot of his self-restraint to stop himself from bucking his hips on yours, returning every bit of ministration you are giving him with his own, to push and slide his way in until you are both drowned in pleasure. But Jimin controls himself before it could go on too far and much too soon.

With his gentle grip, he holds your hips to a halt and pulls back. His ruby eyes are swirling and growing darker as he looks at you with clear desire, his incisors keep pulsing with his needs to mark your skin.

"Hold on, beautiful. Hang on tight around me," he whispers breathlessly, and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist so he can carry you all the way back to the lakeshore.

His tight grip on your thighs holds you up while he keeps his lips locked on yours, refusing to let go even when he emerges from the water and into the dry land. Jimin only lets you go once you are both far from the edge. He helps you stand on your two feet, water dripping from your skin and your body swaying as he releases you. Blinking your eyes open, you watch him spread his leather vest on the ground before he reaches out to you. Within moments, he captures your lips again, distracting you with his kiss as he gently lays your body down on top of his vest to keep you away from the dirt.

"Comfy?" he whispers teasingly once he settles down on top of you, taking his position between your spread legs.

"Almost."

Chuckling deeply, Jimin nips your bottom lip gently, earning a growl vibrating from you when you feel his incisors brushing at your soft skin. "I wonder what I could give you to make you feel comfortable," he says while he sucks your lips, making them swell between his mouth. The wound he inflicted on you before has completely healed, yet you want him to hurt you again, to let him drink your blood just so you can feel the same sensation you had when you let him feed on you before.

With a growl, you hold him by the shoulders and pull him back down just as he tries to pull himself away. "You know damn well just what I need." Your voice comes out with a soft whine, sounding almost inhuman as your wolf keeps pushing forward, trying to take control even through her hazy, lust-filled mind. Sucking a deep breath, you push her back as much as your heat would let you.

"I know, baby," Jimin says, making you squirm and sigh beneath him at the new endearment he is giving you. "I want to take you, as gently as I possibly could, but I don't know if it's the right thing to do."

A strong tug is formed inside your chest when you see the genuine concern in his eyes. And then it dawns on you the reason why he is holding himself back. Pressing your palms on his face, you bring him to look at you, mulling loudly as you try to understand his reasons. "You're worried if I'm only asking this because of my heat."

That you might only be using him.

Or that you would regret it the moment it fades. Then it would seem like he is using you, taking advantage of you while you are drunk in your heat.

Even with your muddled brain, you know that it is not what this is. All you need to do now is to make sure that he knows that the feeling is mutual. That you not only need him but want him as well.

Just as much as he wants you.

"I need you because my wolf is calling you. Your touch healed me from the burning fever. That must mean something," you tell him, finding his gaze turning from looking so lost to somewhat determined the more he listens. The lust you saw in his eyes before returning bits by bits the more you speak, his emotions coming to the surface the more you let him feel the need burning inside you as you press your chests together. "You are the only one who can do it for me, Jimin. Release me. Free me."

He sighs, kissing your dampened hair gently when he recalls the moment your wolf reached out to him. "I heard her. I heard her voice in my head, calling me. That was why I rushed out to hold you so I could ease your pain," he says. "I don't even know how it happened. I know that it would have been impossible for me to be able to touch you without inflicting pain, but it happened."

"So you know that you are my cure."

Releasing another sigh, Jimin lets go of the last bit of his inhibitions and his concerns start to fade, his desire winning when he looks at you again. And that is when you choose to seize the moment.

Tilting your head toward him, you offer your mouth for him to take, to kiss, to devour. And without wasting any more time, he does what you need him to do. He swallows a groan of relief as your lips meet his, your soft body moulding against the hard planes of his chest. Your palms rise up and you press them to his chest, pausing for a moment when you feel his purrs rumbling beneath your touch.

Pulling back, he gives you a moment to take a deep breath. His lips travel down to the nape of your neck, nipping and biting your skin right where your blood pulses underneath. His incisors begin to match yours, pulsing in the same rhythm. The need to bite you and taste your blood keeps getting stronger and it is becoming harder and harder to resist.

Pressing his forehead on yours, Jimin reels down his hunger. Before he could take, he would need to give. And it is not only your blood that he is in deep hunger for. But he still needs to know if your mind is clear enough to know what is at stake if both of you continue, giving in to the need to join together as one.

He slowly leans down, pressing his lips beneath your ear. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you sure?" he murmurs against your skin as he pushes his knee upward, pressing his thigh on your bare sex. He feels something slick rubbing on his skin. He was right. The moisture that he has been feeling there has nothing to do with the water from the lake.

Nodding vigorously, there is no hesitation when you swivel your hips and begin rubbing your heat against him. "Yes. Take me. Take me, Jimin. Take what you need."

He reaches down your body and cups your breast, kneading the sensitive flesh and pinching your hard nipples, making you groan and you begin pressing your hips against him. He breathes in your scent, his senses are filled with every part of your essence and he is delighted to find the apex of your thighs getting even slicker with your arousal and he growls as you writhe against him, brushing your heat to him.

"Please, Jimin," you beg him with a sigh, giving him the final permission that he needs to hear from you.

"What are you asking from me, baby?" he asks you, even as he keeps working his hands on your body, his fingers dancing swiftly across your skin, lighting fireworks in its wake. Your head falls back, and his lips find the column of your neck where he nips and licks, holding back from burying his incisors into your pulse. "You want me to take you slowly before I show you what pleasure feels like? Or should I take you roughly, just the way your wolf would have wanted me to?"

His words light up the fire inside you and you respond to him with a deep growl. "Yes. To anything. I need you."

He doesn't need you to beg him again to make his move. With one hand slipping beneath your knee to support your leg, he spreads your legs apart, presenting your hot entrance to him. He takes a deep breath to take in your scent, growling as the hunger and need within him grow deeper. Licking his lips, he reaches down between your legs, pressing his fingers to your folding arousal. He snarls deeply as he circles the tip of his fingers around your clit, nearly toppling over when he finds the tip of his fingers sliding easily through your opening with how slick you have become.

Pausing for a moment, in a fraction of a second, his eyes meet yours, searching and waiting for a signal. And you give it to him without having to say a word, as your golden eyes meet his gaze, releasing him from the caution that has been holding him back.

He gives you one last searing kiss as he pulls his hand away and slides his thick shaft inside you. Moving slowly so he could savour the moment of your union. With every inch of him penetrating through your walls, you could feel some kind of bond forming between you, growing stronger as he spreads your tight walls with his girth.

The forest, and everything else that comes with it, shrinks into none around you as your body ascends into oblivion. The world, the threats looming in the shadows from both of your pasts, all the worries and incoming battles that are waiting for you on the other side of this secluded space are collapsing away until the only thing left is simply the mixture of your pleasure and his own. 

He thrusts gently, yet his movements come with growing insistence as you work your hips against him, urging him on while allowing him to bury his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes fall shut as the mounting pressure comes to you fast and all too suddenly becomes too much and not enough all at once.

He presses his lips to your neck through the sweaty tangle of your hair, and your growl echoes together with the moans coming out of your lips. Sparks are ignited right on the spot where he touches with his mouth, intoxicating and enthralling you altogether until you start begging for more. With every plea and whimper you make, Jimin begins to grind his hips against you, growing faster and harder with each insistent pounding, taking you higher to the peak of no return.

Both of your bodies move together as one, until you both cry out in bliss, your frantic heartbeats pounding in tandem.

He thrusts into you relentlessly, giving in to the raw emotions he has been holding at bay. He knows that he had already felt it ever since he first began to open himself up to you, ever since you shared every bit of your fear and pain. And those emotions have been growing steadily stronger ever since he kissed you the previous morning, forming the bond that would either be his glorious beginning or his agonising ending.

But at this point, as the pleasure continues to rise and the bond strengthens just as strong as the incoming climax peeking right at the corner, he chooses not to dwell and analyse just to figure out which one of them would be his fate as he gives himself to you. Not now, when his body is humming to wake with each thrust, to each spasm your walls ignite around him, as if he has been spending the last century alone not living, stuck in a long slumber, waiting for you to set him free.

You continue to claim each other with thrusts and moans, giving and taking until everything builds up around you and you could feel it coming to you fiercely until the moment you are finally there.

Your pussy tightens around his cock as you are pushed over the edge, and your orgasm comes to you in an engulfing wave that shocks your entire core, sending you crying into the night with both pleasure and pain. As you are being plunged over the peak of your bliss, you turn your head to his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh, stifling the cries of pleasure that had been coming out with your deep growl.

The moment the first drop of his blood touches your tongue, you know that you were right about one thing. He is insanely delicious and magnificently insatiable. You suck more of his blood and your head spins, getting drunk in his essence while his glorious pounding continues as he chases for his release while prolonging your own.

His muffled voice telling you how tight you are around his cock is drowned under the howl your wolf is making, just as you welcome another climax the moment the tip of his cock hits hard, deep inside you and just right where you need him the most. Your pleasure sends his own to finally come, your tight pussy walls choking his girth and milking him until his whole body grows tense above you.

With a snarl, Jimin comes violently inside you. Each spasm of his climax sends out rapid pulses all over his body, up to his incisors that had been lengthening and strengthening further through the raw lovemaking. This time, nothing is holding him back as he sinks his fangs through your skin until he tastes your blood and his body comes alive.

He hums and moans at the delicate taste of your blood. Almost as delicious as an exquisite wine after two orgasms, he savours every drop while still moving his hips fluently to continue pumping his cock in and out of you.

The feeling of his bite seems different this time. There is no pain inflicted on your body as his fangs wound your skin, piercing through the soft tissue and allowing him to continue drinking your blood. Instead, the feeling it is sending through you is far too similar to ecstasy while the bond that you had been feeling between you tightens into a solid knot.

Once again, and this time without a warning, your orgasm comes rippling around his cock, meeting the shattering pulse of his cock as he explodes to another, smaller orgasm of his own. Your hips continue to circle and grind against him, relishing the ripples of your climax until everything slowly wanes down.

Seconds feel like an eternity until the intense spasms of your orgasms finally settle down into a pleasurable hum. Both you and Jimin stay locked together, his cock still buried deep inside you as you both pull free from the bites. Your head is still spinning under the hazy bliss as you lick his wound, taking the last few drops of his blood until the torn skin closes and the bite mark finally heals.

Exhausted and sated, you fall still against him, still with his hard body hovering on top of yours. Your hands are wrapped around his neck while his arms are wrapped around your middle as he slowly falls down beside you. Both of you are breathing hard as you hold each other in contented silence, even if the sparks inside your body continue to surge and rise within you, moving along together with the remaining spasms of your climax. 

Jimin leans in, kissing the bite mark which his fangs left behind on your skin to heal you, sending the sparks soaring high until you feel another ecstasy blooming from the depth of your center.

The electric spark somehow awakens your wolf from her seclusion and she grows stronger inside you. Her powers take over, engulfing you with her warmth as she takes control of your body without leading you to shift into her form. You grow still against Jimin's chest, listening to his slow breathing as your own ragged breath and your heartbeat rise while you anticipate her incoming rage for losing control.

Yet, instead of scolding you or punishing you with her ire, the first thing she says next sends shivers down your spine and you become frozen stiff in Jimin's arms.

'Mate.'