Chapter 112: Episode 112: This is where I belong.

“Sy…Syris, Please…” Roxy gasped, her hips bucking off the wood.

While the party was going on outside, Roxy was being ravaged by Syris, who wanted nothing but her. The sturdy table groaned under the weight of Roxy, and Syris tried his best to pin her so she wouldn’t move so much.

Instead, Roxy was riding his face.

Roxy’s head was thrown back against the wood, her fingers tangling desperately in Syris’s long, silky seaweed hair as he feasted on her.

The white silk dress was bunched up around her waist, exposing her to the cool air and the heat of his mouth.

His fingers were pressed against her abdomen, punctuating the mark that Zarek left behind for her.

His tongue was relentless, and it was not all technique he was trying to use on her; he was tasting her scent, memorizing her flavor, preparing her body to accept him. With a low, vibrating hiss against her sensitive skin, Syris pulled back.

His face was flushed, and his neon-green eyes glowed so brightly they illuminated the dark hallway like twin emeralds.

If this wasn’t her man, best believe Roxy would be scared right now.

His mouth dripped wet with her fluids, and his expression was one of raw starvation.

His tongue flicked out and tasted the remnant of her juices on his lips, and Roxy moaned at the sight.

“Can we continue in the bedroom?” She asked in a small voice.

She thought he wouldn’t agree; he had little patience. But he suddenly stood up, lifting her effortlessly into his arms as if she were made of feathers. Roxy wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He smelled overwhelmingly of rain and nature, a pheromone cocktail so potent it made her head spin.

Who knew hibernation could make them look so hot once they were out?

He carried her to the master bedroom and kicked the door open.

The room was dark, save for the moonlight spilling across the massive bed. He shifted to his human form, but that did nothing to stop him from looking nice and delectable.

That also didn’t stop his two dicks from throbbing at the sight of Roxy’s disheveled state.

She didn’t have the time to admire his body. When he pressed her into the fur bed, he was broader, heavier, with faint scales that traced the lines of his muscles.

“You are beautiful,” Syris whispered as he traced her jaw with the tip of his long nails, grinding against her. “I can finally have you again.”

He kissed her deeply, silencing her moan as he positioned himself. When he entered her, it was slow, and it stretched her so much that Roxy had to widen her legs to allow him easy entrance.

The only difference between then and now was that his two dicks were entering her at once.

He filled her, hitting spots that made her vision blur.

Roxy wanted to complain, but she couldn’t make words; she could only whimper as a tear slid out of the corner of her eyes, “Syris…”

“Yes,” he purred, his movements snapping into a grind as he was trying to adjust all his length inside her. “You can take all of it…”

She moaned in response, her mind going blank.

Her muscles were throbbing and sending jolts to her mind and body, like tickles that she couldn’t get rid of.

Outside, the Gala was winding down.

The bonfires had burned down to glowing embers, and the Dragons had taken to the skies, returning to their peaks with bellies full of roasted meat. The tigers had retreated to their carriages, and the wolves were beginning the cleanup.

Kaelen walked up the snowy path toward the cabin, carrying a sleeping Axel in one arm and a drowsy Iris in the other. Beside him walked Zarek, who had Onyx perched on his shoulder, sleeping, and Drax trailing drowsily behind him, clutching his stuffed wolf…

“It was a successful party,” Kaelen murmured, his voice low so as not to wake the children. “No fights.”

“Surprisingly civilized,” Zarek agreed, his heart filled with pride for his mate for thinking of this party, as he opened the front door quietly. “Though I believe the Tiger drank too much wine. He was reciting poetry to a tree stump when I left.”

Torian stumbled in behind them, closing the door with a bit more force than necessary.

He looked disheveled, his cheeks flushed with wine.

“It was a triumph!” Torian declared, a little too loudly. “Did you see the way Malcor looked at the centerpieces? He was jealous. I saw it!”

“Shh,” Kaelen hissed, pointing to the sleeping children, and Torian immediately clamped his mouth shut with a Tch.

They moved through the living room, heading towards the nursery wing. They deposited the triplets into their cribs and tucked Drax into his small bed. It had become a routine they had perfected.

Three deadly Alpha males acting like househusbands.

Once the children were settled, they stepped back into the hallway, intending to find Roxy and celebrate the success of the party.

But they stopped midway when they heard the series of sounds coming from the master bedroom.

Kaelen and Zarek immediately snapped their heads to the Sunroom and found the door open; they immediately understood.

“Syris… oh god… Syris!”

Both males who understood what was going on frowned, their brows creasing as their blood boiled in lust. While they were out partying, the snake had used the chance to birth Roxy.

Torian was not taking it well.

The flush of alcohol vanished, replaced by a murderous rage.

“Is that…” Torian whispered, gesturing towards the master bedroom door. “Is that the snake?”

“He woke up,” Zarek stated flatly, his golden eyes narrowing at the door. “And it seems he has entered his mating season.”

He shrugged it off like it was nothing.

After all, they did have her all to themselves during their own mating season. Another sound cut through the air, Syris’s hiss of release, and Roxy crying out his name again.

Torian looked like he had been slapped.

“But…” Torian stammered, looking down at his attire, then at the closed door. “But I am here! I helped her a lot, I even brought the wine!”

He gestured wildly at his face.

“I am the most handsome male in this world! Why is she screaming and mating with that cold-blooded reptile?” He snarled.

Zarek and Kaelen rolled their eyes at the tiger, but they could understand him; they had once felt that way.

Zarek sighed, reaching out to pat Torian’s shoulder heavily. “You must get used to this, Cat. We are her mates. Sometimes, we take care of the babies and care for the house so she can live comfortably.”

“I do not want all that!” Torian hissed, his eyes flashing. “I have needs! I have been patient! I haven’t even given her the mating mark yet!”

He glared at the door as another round of sounds began, the creaking of the bed frame suggesting a vigor that was frankly insulting to the men standing in the hallway.

Like Roxy and Syris couldn’t hear them through all the haze of pleasure she was receiving.

Well, they wouldn’t actually blame her; she was receiving good dick.

Torian totally felt a distinct, painful tightening in his skirt. He was aroused, and he couldn’t help it. The scent of Roxy’s arousal was leaking under the door, mixing with the potent musk of the Basilisk.

It was driving his tiger instincts crazy.

“This is unacceptable,” Torian growled. “I am going to knock.”

“Do not,” Kaelen warned, grabbing Torian’s wrist. “It is the season. If you interrupt him in a frenzy, he will try to kill you. And Roxy will not forgive you.”

How should I care about him killing me when I can kill the slimy snake?

That was what Torian’s ferocious face said.

He vibrated with frustration, then looked at the door one last time, his face twisting into a pout that was equal parts angry king and rejected lover.

He wanted to have her all to himself tonight.

Torian quickly shifted in his massive white tiger form, let out a chuff of annoyance, flattened his ears, and stormed out of the cabin through the windows.

He needed the hot spring to sulk until his erection and his rage died down.

Zarek watched him go, then looked at Kaelen.

“We should soundproof the walls,” Zarek noted.

“Agreed,” Kaelen sighed.

Inside the bedroom, the bed was a tangled mess. Roxy lay sprawled across the furs, her chest heaving, and her skin flushed a deep rosy pink.

Syris lay beside her, propped up on one elbow as he kissed Roxy’s silky hair.

He looked magnificent and also terrifying. His hair was sprawled on the sheets like waves, and his hand finally snaked to rest possessively on her stomach, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles.

“You are exhausted,” Syris observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I should let you sleep.”

Roxy turned her head to look at him.

[Mating Act Complete.]

[Reward: +500,000 LP]

[Season Duration Remaining: 4 Days, 22 Hours.]

She looked at Syris, his eyes scanning her body as if ready for round two. And truthfully, looking at his new form, seeing the raw masculinity leaking out of him, she didn’t want to leave.

He could wreck her all he wanted, and she would still find herself drooling.

I mean, look at him! Even the sweat that slicked his body made him look the damnest, making me remember what Doja Cat said.

“Sy,” Roxy whined, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“Yes, Rox?” he breathed, leaning into her touch and nuzzling her palm.

“Your rut is not going to end soon, will it?” she asked, and he frowned, confusion flickering in his gaze.

“It goes on for a few days… Why?”

“I want to have you all for myself, so use me all you want, Syris…” She softly whispered as she leaned in and kissed him.

The only thing echoing in her mind was where she belonged.

Sandwiched by a deliciously beautiful man.

A/N: I will be preparing Syris’s Picture in the Character List Soon :3

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