Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 442: I can’t control that

I looked at Seo-Jun’s bruised wrist.

His wrist wouldn’t be that bruised if he had stayed still but it looked like he had been fighting to free himself, just so he could grab my head and do whatever he wanted.

It was a good idea to use the belt, but now he was hurt.

Seo-Jun noticed me staring at his wrist and asked,

"Are you feeling sorry for me?"

I didn’t answer.

It was clear he was going to use it to tease me again.

Seo-Jun grinned and leaned closer, reaching for my face and swiping my lips with his thumb.

"Don’t you feel sore?" He asked and I gulped.

"Yeah," I said. "It’s a little sore but it’s not something I can’t handle."

"Then what about down there?" He asked, reaching for my pants but to his surprise, I wasn’t hard.

He blinked, confused, and then looked up at me.

"Is it broken?" His sudden question made me laugh. "Why aren’t you hard after all that?"

"Well, I was," I said, tilting my head and gazing at him softly. "But it got soft when I thought it would be better to get ice cream while on our way back. I want strawberries too, and a banana."

Seo-Jun looked at me as I listed the things I was craving for and also laughed.

"So that’s why you got soft."

I didn’t think about it before, but thinking about food lets me forget my arousal for a bit. Thanks to that, Seo-Jun won’t get his chance to tease me.

I had my fill of the fun anyway.

"Then, let’s do that," he said, sitting back, spreading his legs as if he wanted me to do it again.

His cock was still hanging out, and though it was limp right now, it still looked like a dangerous weapon.

"Let’s go get some treats."

"Say that after you keep your junk back in your pants," I said, cleaning up the rest of the semen on my shirt when he pulled my chin to force my gaze on his.

"And who was it that so delightfully took it out and had fun sucking on it like it was candy?" He asked, and I gulped, forcing a smile.

Sure, I did that, but that, that... He looked it too, didn’t he?

I sighed.

"Fine, fine, I’ll put it back but don’t you dare get hard now," I said.

But he teasingly chuckled and said,

"I can’t control that."

"Well, if you do, I’ll leave you to take care of it on your own."

"Your hands can work wonders, you know." He said. "Just having you touch me gets me high."

"Then put it back in your pants with your own hands," I said but he didn’t listen. He gazed at me, smirked, and curled his lips even more.

"Nope!"

It was as if he wanted to get hard. Well, it’s no longer my concern.

I already played with him as much as I wanted. If he got hard again, then he would have to jerk off till he was satisfied.

But as I placed his cock back in his pants, he did not get hard. It was then that I recalled Seo-Jun having excellent control over his erections.

He only got hard when he wanted to. Or, when he was too aroused and couldn’t take it anymore.

So all that teasing about me getting him hard if I touched him was just to make me feel antsy.

Realizing this, I punched his shoulder.

"Oh my, that hurt."

"Yes, yes, the punch from my fragile arms hurt so much you could need a cast, right?" I asked, glaring at him and he laughed.

"You read my mind." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"You’re so childish."

"Come on," he inched closer, pressing his head on mine. "You like my childish side." He said and I blushed.

Do I?

I don’t know. I don’t want to inflate his ego right now.

"It’s because I’d prefer your childish side to your sexual side," I said and he laughed, pressing even closer.

"You sure about that?"

I turned, meeting his eyes.

He held that amused spark that I knew too well. He was happy, even when he tried not to show it and tried to tease me instead.

Did he like what I did for him that much?

I rested my head back on his, saying no word and just gazing out the window.

I opened my mouth to speak but then paused, switching what I wanted to say right away,

"I smell like semen," I mumbled and Seo-Jun, who did not know where they came from, decided to play along.

He sniffed me and said,

"No, that’s not the smell of semen. It’s the smell of affection." He said and grinned. "You smell like me all over."

Yeah, the others are going to be jealous and I bet he’s going to enjoy every moment of it.

We got the snacks I was craving and then went on our way.

The moment I came down from the car, I saw Min-Cheol, who wanted to hurry into my arms, but as he got near, he caught a harsh scent of Seo-Jun’s Pheromones all over me.

He paused, glanced at Seo-Jun, who waved knowingly at him, and then noticed the mark around his wrists.

What was that?

He wasn’t dumb, so he knew how to put two and two together.

We had a great time and yet Seo-Jun, who was the sadist, just happened to be the one with his wrists bruised like he had been bound for a while.

This lit a fire in him.

I think it was a competitive fire, because he didn’t want to lose out on this play.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, gazed deeply into my eyes and I saw the longing in his.

I’d say he missed me even though I hadn’t even been gone a whole day.

His eyes glinted, not in excitement, but in something... I don’t know, submissive?

It was hard to get a clear message, but as soon as he said the words he did, I got the message loud and clear.

"Hyung, I want to be tamed too." He said, and I flinched; even Seo-Jun paused on his tracks.

What?

"What was that?"