Vivianne doesn’t remember much after that.
The world felt like a blur.
Feelings of lips on her skin.
Heat pooling below her and words failed her.
The heat made her light-headed as she tried to focus on the room around her.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Oswald slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Vivianne instinctively curled against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder as he carried her across the den.
Oswald’s bed was wide enough to comfortably fit two people, with a thick mattress buried beneath soft blankets and layers of warm fur.
It was simple but surprisingly cozy, tucked against the wooden wall of his den.
The bedding carried the faint, familiar scent of Oswald, making the entire space feel unmistakably like his territory.
He left Vivianne’s lips to trail down the line of her jaw then sinking his teeth with a gentle firmness into the sensitive skin of her neck.
A muffled groan escaped Oswald’s throat as his fingers caught the fabric of her shirt, skirt, and undergarments.
With one impatient tug, he tore her clothes into ribbons.
He stared at the ruined fabrics for a second.
“Great. Now I owe you a whole wardrobe.”
What the fuck?
Sometimes I forget this wolf was an Alpha.
He just shredded my entire outfit like it was fucking paper.
The sudden rush of den air against Vivianne’s bare skin sent shivers through her, but it lasted only an instant.
Oswald’s bare chest, warm and powerful pressed immediately against hers and smothering every chill.
His lips moved back up along Vivianne’s shoulder.
Gently nipping at her skin until he left a warm mark in his wake.
His green eyes were molten now.
His body radiated an almost unbearable heat and desire.
Now Vivianne was pinned on his bed with her legs spread wide in front of him.
Both of them are fully naked.
“Fuck… I can’t take it. This heat. I need to eat you, Vivianne,” Oswald suddenly roared, panting, his low voice vibrating inside you.
“I want to taste you on my tongue.”
He dropped to his knees on the rug.
With a brutal move, he grabbed Vivianne by the thighs and yanked her closer to the edge, forcing her wide open in front of him.
There wasn’t a single second of pause.
Oswald buried his face between her legs with a wild hunger.
His rough, hot tongue began worked over her clitoris with an intense rhythm.
He nipped softly, then sucked hard, while his fingers spread Vivianne open to offer him every single pleasure.
The sight between Oswald’s massive frame with his broad shoulders and muscles taut with sweat as he devoured her sends Vivianne completely over the edge.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as she gasped his name without stopping.
His nose relentlessly rubbed and grazed against her swollen, hypersensitive clit while his tongue dug deep with a frantic, unyielding pace that stole her breath.
“Oswald, please….”
His wolf ears flicked at Vivianne’s plea.
He nodded and grabbed his manhood with his free hand.
Hot and strained to the limit, then rubbed the tip against her already wet pussy and made her gasp.
”Look at you…
already wet and ready for me…”
He locked his green eyes onto Vivianne’s golden ones as he pushed.
The penetration was slow, relentless, almost painful.
She could feel every single inch of his girth and strength carving out space inside hers.
Filling her to the absolute depth.
”God…
ffffuck—” he growled just millimeters from Vivianne’s lips.
His voice reduced to a guttural whisper as Oswald buried himself completely inside her.
”Ah!
Oswald—” Vivianne exclaimed as a thrill of pleasure washed over her. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Her moans rose in pitch, becoming sharp, desperate, perfectly synchronized with the dull, merciless thuds of his hips.
In these moments, nothing exists except the two of Oswald and Vivianne’s bodies finally finding each other.
Oswald delivered a couple of devastating thrusts, planting himself so deep Vivianne’s eyes rolled back in blind ecstasy.
He felt her inner walls contract, gripping him in a burning vise.
Their bodies merged under his thrusts in a wet, scalding union.
He released her only when the very last shock of his orgasm had finished shaking Vivianne.
He let out a muffled roar against her wet flesh as both of them lay still and panting for a few moments.
For a few moments, neither of them said anything.
The den was quiet except for their uneven breathing as they slowly came down from the heat that had consumed them.
Vivianne rested against Oswald.
Her body was pleasantly heavy and warm, while his arm remained wrapped securely around her.
Oswald was the first to move.
He shifted closer and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead.
The tenderness of it made Vivianne look up at him.
“Vivianne.”
“Hmm?” She hummed softly.
Oswald held her gaze for a moment, his expression unusually serious.
Then he sighed and ran a hand through his messy navy hair.
“Look, I know this whole thing happened because of whatever the hell that bastard Julian put into our lunch.” His brows furrowed.
“And I know the Flame Brand made things worse.”
Vivianne nodded.
She had been thinking about the same thing.
“But,” Oswald paused, searching for the right words.
“I don’t want to blame everything on that.”
His green eyes settled on hers.
“I like you, Vivi.”
Her heart skipped.
Oswald immediately looked away, almost embarrassed by his own confession.
“Actually, no. That’s not enough.” He scratched his cheek.
“I really fucking like you.”
Vivianne couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“Don’t smile like that,” he grumbled.
“I’m trying to say something important here.”
“I know.”
“I want to court you. And I’m being serious here.”
Vivianne blinked.
Oswald glanced back at her.
“Properly. You know, the normal way. I’ll take you out, bring you things, and spend time with you.” He shrugged awkwardly.
“Whatever people normally do when they’re trying to make someone their mate.”
A small laugh escaped Vivianne.
“You’re terrible at this.”
“I know.” He sighed.
“Never had to do it before.” His expression softened.
“But I want to try it with you. Can we?”
Vivianne’s smile slowly faded into something warmer.
“Of course, Oswald.”
“And there’s something else,” Oswald continued.
“You still don’t know much about where you came from. Your past, your family, whatever happened before you ended up here.”
He reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers through hers.
“So when we leave, I’ll help you look into it.”
“You will?”
“Of course.” He gave her a look as though the answer should’ve been obvious. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“You shouldn’t have to chase all that stuff by yourself.”
Vivianne stared at their joined hands.
“I don’t know what we’ll find,” he admitted.
“Maybe it’ll be good. Maybe it’ll be a pain in the ass. But whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.”
A quiet warmth spread through Vivianne’s chest when Oswald squeezed her hand.
“And while we’re gone, I’ll ask Julian and Ophelia to keep an eye on the Canavar pack.”
Vivianne raised an eyebrow.
“You trust that grasshead with that?”
“No. Not even a little,” Oswald admitted.
“But Ophelia’s responsible. And if Julian tries anything stupid, she can stop him.”
“That sounds more like you’re using Ophelia to supervise Julian.”
“Exactly.”
They both laughed.
For a moment, the tension that had filled the den earlier disappeared completely.
It was almost absurd when Vivianne thought about it.
They had spent the entire afternoon dealing with a ridiculous situation caused by Julian, and somehow it had ended with Oswald confessing that he wanted to court her.
Perhaps Julian was a blessing in disguise.
Vivianne shook her head.
“Still can’t believe Julian did this to us. I’m gonna hit him later.”
“Count me in.”
Oswald grinned at her.
“Deal.”
They laughed again, already imagining Julian’s expression when they finally caught up with him.
Just as Vivianne settled against Oswald once more, a familiar mechanical chime suddenly rang inside her head.
[Ding!]
[+4% Affection!]
[Current Affection with Oswald Theodolf: 30%]
[Congratulations, Host! The minimum Affection requirement for Husband Collection has been reached.]
[Oswald Theodolf can now be collected as a Husband ♡]
Can now be collected!?
What the fuck?
Is Oswald some kind of Pokémon now!?
[Main Story Quest: Collect Your Husbands ♡]
[Husbands Collected: 1/5]
What a cheeky System!
One out of five.
Wait…
That means there are still four more.
Vivianne lowered her hands, her mind racing.
She had found Oswald by sheer accident.
The System hadn’t given her a name, a location, or even the slightest clue about the others.
So where am I supposed to find them?
Vivianne glanced at Oswald.
If one husband had been hidden away in Canavar, then the others had to be somewhere in this vast Beast World.
But where?
I need information.
If the System won’t tell me where my other husbands are, I’ll have to find out for myself.
And perhaps the first place to start was with the people who knew this world far better than Vivianne did.
Four more husbands.
Where the hell am I supposed to look?
Who would’ve thought Julian would make such a decent wingman/matchmaker?!