Chapter 78: Oh. That’s Bigger Than Expected.
’Abort mission!
Abort mission!!!’
Her mind screamed.
That wasn’t a cock.
That was a weapon of mass destruction.
Seriously.
She had read those absurd werewolf novels where a woman supposedly needed two hands just to wrap around a man’s shaft.
This wasn’t quite that ridiculous. But it was still more than a little terrifying.
’Holy shit.’
She genuinely wasn’t sure which was thicker:
Kaelith’s best feature.
Or her wrist.
Which, unfortunately, didn’t stop it from being ridiculously attractive.
Smooth.
The same honey-brown shade as the rest of his skin.
So hard that the veins stood out clearly beneath the surface.
Moisture glistened at the tip.
And against every survival instinct she possessed — and against all common sense — she found herself curious.
So she pushed herself upright.
Suddenly, Kaelith’s length was very close to her face. It twitched beneath her gaze as she slowly took in every detail.
A bead of moisture began to gather at the tip.
Kaelith held his breath. He didn’t dare move.
The sight of his female looking at him like that was so electrifying that he nearly came right then and there.
A sudden worry took hold of him:
What if Mirabelle wasn’t satisfied with him? He had no idea what females truly looked for in a partner.
What if he —
The insecurity stemmed from the simple fact that, like most unmated Beastmen, he had absolutely no experience in this area.
Mirabelle, however, had entirely different thoughts.
Unconsciously, she wet her lips.
The reaction it provoked in Kaelith was immediate: The droplet at the tip of his shaft began to succumb to gravity.
And at that exact moment, Mirabelle’s hunting instincts awoke.
Her tongue darted out, catching the drop before it could fall.
Then she slowly licked across the tip.
A deep, almost animalistic groan escaped Kaelith. His back arched and his head fell backward.
The sound reignited the fire inside her.
And suddenly, she found herself wanting to tease him a little as well.
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, her hands closed around the base of his shaft.
He shuddered beneath her touch, and another bead of moisture gathered at the tip.
"Fuck."
Kaelith’s claws slid from his fingertips into his palms.
Her tongue was soft and warm, applying just the right amount of pressure to feed the fire inside him without letting it consume him completely.
Even so, it took every ounce of willpower not to take control himself.
The touch of her lips, her tongue, her hands was something entirely new.
Wonder and pure delight filled him as his cock reacted to her attention.
Slowly, her tongue circled his tip. Then she closed her soft lips around his head and sucked on it.
At the same time, her hands stroked up and down his length.
Her eyes never left him.
They tracked the tension in his jaw.
The movement of his throat every time a sound escaped him.
Kaelith tasted different than she remembered.
There was almost a sweetness to him.
In her previous life she had never been particularly enthusiastic about this sort of thing.
Yet now she found herself becoming more and more captivated.
With every sound he made, anticipation coiled tighter inside her.
Like a storm wave preparing to claim the shore.
When she finally pulled back, a thin silver thread briefly connected them before breaking.
Her hands came to rest on his thighs.
The hyena Beastman’s head snapped back toward her.
His eyes were glassy now as well.
Filled with need.
Filled with her.
"I want you inside me."
For a brief moment, absolute silence reigned. Even the insects had fallen quiet.
Only the wind hadn’t received the memo. It billowed the curtains by the balcony doors before drifting across Kaelith’s heated skin, tracing the beads of sweat on his body and clearing his thoughts.
For one brief moment, the beastman had been convinced he’d been struck by lightning.
Mirabelle’s words echoed through him like thunder.
He looked down at his female. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
And she wasn’t even naked yet.
The golden fabric still flowed around her body.
It poured over her shoulders, turned her breasts into golden sculptures, and denied him the sight of her bare stomach.
"That needs to change," he whispered hoarsely.
The beastman’s hands moved to either side of her neckline.
RIIIP.
With one sharp tug, he tore the dress apart.
...If destroying perfectly good clothing was a common male beastman trait, Mirabelle would like to file an official complaint...
Now she was wearing little more than a golden robe.
The fabric slipped down her sides.
And suddenly she was lying naked beneath him.
Her tail twitched forward, curling across her body as if trying to shield her.
The effort was admirable.
Entirely ineffective, but admirable.
Kaelith’s gaze burned against her skin. And just like that, Mirabelle felt shy again. The urge to hide resurfaced.
Which was ridiculous, considering what they had just been doing.
Her tail’s pathetic attempt at modesty certainly wasn’t helping.
And honestly?
She was getting a little tired of being the only one getting overwhelmed here.
That strange urge she’d been feeling all evening stirred again.
The one that wanted to grab the hyena, push him onto his back, and see what happened if she stopped being the submissive one.
She still didn’t fully understand where the impulse came from. But she welcomed it.
’Maybe it’s time I decide what happens next?’
Her pupils narrowed into slits.
Her muscles tensed.
For a moment, time itself seemed to slow.
She hooked one leg behind his knee, grabbed the hyena beastman by the throat with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
Then, with a twist of her body and a burst of strength that seemed to come from nowhere, she threw him.
Her golden robe billowed behind her like a superhero’s cape.
With a heavy UMPH that drove the air from his lungs, Kaelith landed exactly where Mirabelle had been lying a second earlier.
It had happened so fast that only instincts honed over years had warned him. He had barely managed to suppress his Beast before it reacted on its own and risked hurting her.
Or maybe he was only telling himself he could have reacted at all.
Breathing hard, every sense sharpened, he looked up at her.
Mirabelle knelt above him like an amazon warrior.
The mattress dipped beneath her weight.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body even without touching him.
Her curls framed her face. The evening light turned them to fire.
Balanced on the balls of her feet, one hand wrapped around his throat and the other resting on his chest, she looked every bit the predator.
Her tail swayed lazily behind her, carrying the folds of the golden robe with it.
The fabric brushed across Kaelith’s skin.
Cool.
Smooth.
His erection hardened even further. As though begging the lynx female for mercy.
Or release.
Everything about her posture screamed dangerous.
Her scent shifted.
It became darker.
Spicier.
A sharp note entered it, reminiscent of pepper and heat.
His mouth went dry:
’Oh man. She could kill me right now and I’d die a happy male.’
How could someone look murderous and erotic at the same time?
Mirabelle surrendered to the instincts stirring inside her.
They urged her onward. Her claws wanted to break skin. Her fangs pulsed.
Beneath her grip, Kaelith’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
A strange expression entered his eyes.
Then he tilted his head back.
Turned it slightly.
And exposed his throat.
The room was so quiet she could hear him swallow.
The four cultivation marks that symbolized his level lay directly before the lynx female. They ran parallel to his jaw on both sides of his neck, almost resembling carefully placed tattoos.
Deep satisfaction rose inside her chest.
The Beast within her purred.
And something deep in her core throbbed with want.
The feeling was bigger than desire.
Older.
As though a part of her had awakened that had been sleeping for thousands of years.
Something was happening here that Mirabelle’s modern mind could not yet comprehend.
Her consciousness willingly stepped aside.
Surrendering control to...
Something ancient.
The hand around his throat slid to his jaw, holding his head in place. Her other hand moved almost tenderly along his neck.
Her claws were fully extended now.
They followed the path of his pulse. The touch sent a shudder through Kaelith’s entire body. Yet he didn’t move a muscle.
Mirabelle leaned forward and drew in a sharp breath.
One final inspection.
One final confirmation.
Her body sampled the scent of the male she had chosen.
Male.
Hyena.
Unmated.
A satisfied purr rumbled through her.
Then she buried her fangs in his flesh.
Pain came fast.
Sharp.
Kaelith had been injured countless times.
Life-threateningly so. Yet nothing compared to the burning that suddenly tore through his body.
With every heartbeat it spread deeper.
Farther.
Invading every part of him.
A strained groan escaped his throat.
His tail trembled as if electricity were racing through it.
His ears flattened desperately against his head, trying to block out the roaring.
But the sound wasn’t outside.
It came from within.
Cold.
Darkness.
Both reached for the hyena Beast.
And then —
The pain became ecstasy.
Pure light flooded through his body.
