Julian didn’t waste any time coming up with a perfectly reasonable excuse for leaving.
He needed to return to Balto and report everything concerning Miles to his Council and Elders.
Ophelia would accompany him, of course.
As the one who had been attacked, her testimony would carry far more weight than anyone else’s.
But there was another reason.
“I want to introduce her properly to the Balto pack,” Julian said, glancing fondly at Ophelia.
“As my fated mate.”
Ophelia’s cheeks immediately turned pink as she lowered her head shyly beneath Julian’s affectionate gaze.
Vivianne smiled at her.
Oswald sighed as though he had already developed a headache.
And with that, Julian and Ophelia departed for Balto, leaving Vivianne and Oswald alone in the den.
For the first few minutes, everything was peaceful.
Vivianne was washing the dishes from lunch while Oswald cleaned the table beside her.
He gathered the empty bowls and wiped away the crumbs.
He occasionally handed her another dish without being asked.
It was strangely domestic.
Vivianne glanced at him.
“I thought Alphas were supposed to have servants for this kind of thing.”
Oswald raised a brow.
“Do we have to? I’m perfectly capable of washing a bowl.”
“You’re not washing anything.”
“I’m cleaning the table.”
“Exactly.”
He gave her an unimpressed look.
Vivianne giggled and returned to the dishes.
They worked in comfortable silence for a while.
There was something oddly peaceful about it—standing side by side after everything they’d been through and doing something as mundane as cleaning up after lunch.
Then Vivianne began to feel strange.
A prickling warmth crept beneath her skin.
She paused with a bowl in her hands and shifted slightly.
Why was it suddenly so hot?
Warmth was spreading slowly through her body, accompanied by a strange tingling sensation beneath her skin.
Vivianne loosened her collar.
“Why is it so hot?”
Across from her, Oswald suddenly knelt beside the dining table.
His ears flattened as his breath became labored.
“Oswald?”
He didn’t answer.
His fingers were gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles had gone pale.
Then he inhaled sharply.
“Something’s wrong.”
Vivianne’s gaze dropped to her right palm. The source of this chapter is g.com.
The Flame Brand was glowing.
A faint crimson-gold light pulsed beneath her right palm.
“Oswald…”
His own Flame Brand was glowing too.
The two marks pulsed almost simultaneously.
Vivianne swallowed.
Julian’s words suddenly came rushing back.
Once a Flame Brand was formed, a compatible beastman would become much more susceptible to heat.
Once it started, the beastman would crave his Phoenix specifically.
Other women wouldn’t be able to satisfy the urge.”
Oswald’s shoulders were tense.
His breathing was uneven.
His wolf instincts were clearly fighting against something neither of them had expected.
“Julian. That bastard must be doing something to us. I’ll beat him real good next time,” Oswald growled.
“Let me mow that grasshead’s hair after you hit him,” Vivianne nodded.
Despite their words, neither of them laughed this time.
Oswald remained beside the dining table, his chest rising and falling heavily.
His green eyes fixed on Vivianne.
She was flushed.
So was he.
Something in Oswald’s expression shifted.
By the time he stopped in front of her, there was barely any space left between them.
The tension finally snapped when Oswald reached up, his fingers sliding beneath Vivianne’s jaw to cup her face.
His skin was rough against hers, calloused from years of work, but his touch was impossibly gentle.
“Vivianne,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip.
Vivianne reached out, her fingers tangling in the navy hair at the nape of Oswald’s neck pulled him closer because the distance between them had become unbearable.
Oswald closed the remaining distance in one fluid motion.
His mouth crashed against hers, not with hesitation, but with a hunger that had clearly been simmering beneath the surface.
The kiss was desperate and messy.
When they parted, they remained close enough that their breaths mingled.
Vivianne could feel the heat of his body pressed against hers.
Oswald’s rigid erection pushing against her stomach through his pants.
The rhythm of his breathing grew shorter and burning hot against her skin.
“I need you,” Oswald whispered beside Vivianne’s ear.
He gently caught a few of her soft red feathers between his lips, teasing them until they quivered.
“I want you, Vivianne. Please.”
It was rare to see Oswald like this.
Even his tail was flicking restlessly behind him.
Something about it made me want to pamper him.
Vivianne unbuttoned his pants and pulled the thick fabric down his muscular legs.
Oswald was so warm and heavy in her hands.
Ridged veins twitching against her palm as she pumped his length in her fist.
The Alpha gasped in a lovely choked little sound as Vivianne’s thumb rubbed over his slit.
Spreading his pre-cum over his flushed head.
He leaned his head back, eyes clenching shut in pleasure.
Vivianne could see his desire for her through his parted lips.
She smiled and ran her tongue up and down his entire length.
“Such a good boy.”
Oswald shuddered from Vivianne’s praise and melted in immense pleasure.
His heels digging into the floor to keep him grounded.
Vivianne took him deeper into her mouth, trying to draw another moan out from his lips.
The sensation of Vivianne’s tongue over his throbbing member made Oswald groan.
His member twitched in her mouth as she took him deeper, stopping before Oswald hit the back of her throat.
“That felt really good,” Oswald gasped as he rubbed his thumb along her brow gently, silently appreciating the way Vivianne took care of him.
Vivianne pulled back, until the tip remained in her mouth.
She lightly sucked on the tip once more.
Saliva ran down Oswald’s length, pooling at the base of his dick.
Oswald’s quiet grunts filled the room as he came closer and closer to his release.
Vivianne’s eyes watered as Oswald thrusted faster into her mouth.
Gagging every time the tip of his dick collided with the back of her throat.
“I’m close.”
Oswald attempted to pull out, but Vivianne wrapped her arms around his hips forcing him to release in her mouth.
Oswald sank back in the chair, watching Vivianne coughed and swallowed every drop of his release.
His hand ran through her hair affectionately as he came down from his high.
“Sorry, was that too much?” Oswald panted.
He quickly pulled off his shirt and used it to gently clean Vivianne’s face, his touch surprisingly careful.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Vivianne shot him a smile as Oswald stroke her hair gently.
The outside world felt very far away.
There was only the warmth of his body, the glow of their matching Flame Brands, and the bond between them growing stronger with every kiss.
“Can’t let you do all the work. Let me return the favor.”
Vivianne barely had time to register the words before Oswald caught her hand.
His expression had changed.
He smirked and lifted her into his arms effortlessly as though she weighed nothing.
Vivianne let out a startled gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Oswald—”
He only chuckled.
Then he carried her toward his bed.
Who’s the good boy?
You are, Oswald!
The best boy, indeed^^