Chapter 31 - 031: Little Fox [R18]
Anaria left the council room and stopped in the corridor. She took a short breath, then spoke.
"System. Is the task still on?"
[Yes.]
[Husband Candidate Three has reached 75%.]
[Host must establish the bond before it peaks.]
[Primary requirement: Pregnancy.]
Anaria’s expression tightened at the last word. Pregnancy. That meant she would carry a child. Give birth. This man would become the father. The thought alone made her stomach turn.
Before she could spiral further, the System cut in.
[Host, stop overthinking.]
[Go to your potential husband.]
[Failure: Death.]
Anaria clicked her tongue. "Fine. Where is he then?"
The System gave her directions. She followed them through the quieter part of the residence until she reached a secluded room. When she realized Kenai had locked himself away from everyone else, she let out a short, dry breath.
"At least he was considerate enough not to lose control in front of the whole village" She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The heat hit her immediately. It was thick and heavy, pressing against her skin. Her head felt slightly dizzy, and a faint warmth gathered between her thighs before she forced herself to stay steady.
Kenai was inside. His breathing was already rough. The moment he sensed her, his body tensed. His eyes were darker than usual, and the air around him felt unstable.
Anaria closed the door behind her and walked closer.
Kenai stared at her, jaw tight. A low sound came from his chest as he forced the words out.
"Leave."
Anaria didn’t stop. "No."
His hands curled into fists. His claws were slightly out. He looked like he was holding himself back with whatever strength he had left.
"You don’t know what you’re doing," he said, voice strained.
Anaria stopped in front of him. Her heart was beating too fast, but she didn’t step back.
"I know exactly what I’m doing."
Kenai’s breathing grew heavier. He still didn’t move toward her, but the way he looked at her made it clear his control was thin.
Anaria realized talking would not be enough.
She reached for the ties of her clothes.
Kenai’s eyes locked onto her hands. A rough sound left his throat as she began to undo them. Piece by piece, she let the fabric fall. The heat in the room made her skin feel too sensitive. When her upper body was bare, Kenai’s breathing turned sharper. His gaze dropped to her breasts and stayed there.
Anaria forced a small smile even though her hands were not fully steady. She stepped closer until there was almost no space left between them.
"Don’t hold your beast back."
Then she leaned up and kissed him.
For a second, Kenai froze. Then the last of his restraint snapped.
He kissed her back hard, one hand gripping her waist and the other taking hold of the back of her neck. The force of it made it clear he was no longer trying to be careful.
A soft chime sounded in Anaria’s mind.
[Rut at 85%.]
Kenai broke the kiss just long enough to speak against her mouth, voice rough and low "Little fox... you asked for this."
Before Anaria could reply, he lowered his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard. A soft moan left her before she could stop it.
Another notification appeared.
[Task initializing...]
Kenai sucked harder on her breast, the pull of his mouth rough and hungry. His tongue dragged over her nipple before he closed his lips around it again, drawing another soft moan from Anaria. His large hand stayed firm on the back of her neck, keeping her in place while his other hand gripped her waist tightly.
The heat coming off his body was overwhelming. Every breath he took felt heavy against her skin. Anaria’s fingers curled against his shoulders as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same rough attention. He was not gentle. There was no careful teasing only the clear, demanding need of a beast already deep in rut.
Anaria’s breathing grew uneven. She had come here determined, but the reality of his strength and the intensity of his mouth made her heart race. Still, she didn’t pull away. She stayed where she was and let him continue.
Kenai released her breast with a wet sound and dragged his mouth higher, biting lightly at the skin of her collarbone before returning to her chest again. His free hand slid down her side, fingers pressing into her hip. The longer he touched her, the less controlled his movements became. Low, rough sounds kept leaving his throat, closer to growls than anything else.
Anaria tilted her head back slightly as he sucked harder. A thin shiver ran through her. The compatibility the System had mentioned was no longer just words she could feel it in the way her body responded to him even while her mind remained tense.
Kenai suddenly lifted his head. His eyes were fully darkened now, breathing unstable. He stared at her for a short moment, then pushed her backward until her back met the wall. One of his hands braced beside her head while the other stayed locked on her waist. He leaned in and took her breast into his mouth again, harder than before.
Anaria’s soft moan turned sharper. Her hands moved to his hair, not quite pulling him closer and not quite pushing him away. The heat in the room made it difficult to think clearly. Kenai’s body pressed more firmly against hers, and she could feel how affected he already was.
He spent a long time there, switching between both breasts,a sucking and biting just enough to leave the skin sensitive. Every time Anaria made a sound, his grip on her tightened. It was clear he was past the point of holding back politely. The only thing still restraining him was the last thin thread of control, and even that was breaking.
Anaria closed her eyes for a second and forced herself to stay steady. This was only the beginning. She knew it. The System had made the requirement clear, and Kenai’s rut was still climbing.
When Kenai finally pulled his mouth away, his breathing was rough and deep. He looked down at her with open hunger, one hand still holding her firmly in place against the wall.