There has never been an Alpha who remains unmoved when an Omega takes the initiative. A “normal” Alpha has no reason to refuse when their newlywed wife takes the initiative during their honeymoon.
Unless she wants to make Jiang Manru and both sets of parents suspicious, causing this marriage alliance to completely “fall through.”
She took a deep breath and turned around.
Jiang Manru was still maintaining her hugging posture. Being led by Bai Yue, she stumbled a step and nearly fell into her arms. She looked up, her amber eyes moist, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelashes trembling lightly.
That expression was shy, nervous, and expectant.
It was a feeling Bai Yue was least familiar with.
Bai Yue reached out and put her arm around her waist.
“Are you sure?”
Jiang Manru nodded and quickly lowered her head, exposing a patch of reddened nape. The scent of jasmine became a bit richer, carrying the unique sweetness that an Omega has when showing vulnerability.
Bai Yue looked at her, hardening her heart.
Fine then.
She bent over, supported Jiang Manru’s knees with one hand, and scooped her up horizontally.
Jiang Manru let out a soft cry and subconsciously wrapped her arms around her neck. She looked up at Bai Yue, and the surprise in her eyes did not look like acting; she probably had not expected this “serious” Alpha to be so direct.
Bai Yue did not look at her and walked into the bedroom while carrying her.
The sunlight was brilliant.
The floor-to-ceiling curtains were not drawn, and large swaths of light poured in, illuminating the entire bed brightly.
Bai Yue placed Jiang Manru on the bed and stood by the bedside, looking down at her.
The bright light gave her nowhere to hide. Jiang Manru lay on the white sheets, her long hair spread out, her cheeks flushed, and her chest rising and falling slightly. She raised her arms to cover her eyes, as if she were too shy to look directly.
“Bai Yue…” Her voice was thin. “It is too bright.”
Bai Yue did not speak and reached out to draw the curtains.
The light dimmed, leaving only a soft glow filtered through a thin layer of white gauze.
The room was so quiet that they could hear each other’s breathing.
Bai Yue walked back to the bedside, leaned over, and placed her hands on both sides of Jiang Manru.
The distance was very close.
It was close enough to see the curve of her eyelashes and smell the sweetness of jasmine in her breath.
Jiang Manru’s hands were still covering her eyes, but her fingers were slightly parted, revealing a line of amber light.
She was peeking.
Bai Yue reached out, grasped her wrists, and pulled them away gently.
Their eyes met.
Jiang Manru’s gaze was flustered for a moment, then she lowered her eyelashes, which trembled like butterfly wings in the wind.
“Do not be afraid.” Bai Yue’s voice was hoarser than expected. She did not know if these three words were meant to comfort Jiang Manru or herself.
She reminded herself in her heart that this was a jasmine flower raised at home, not a wild rose from a bar.
She had to be slower and gentler, and not scare her.
She lowered her head, and a kiss landed on Jiang Manru’s forehead.
It was very light, like a feather brushing past.
Then came the center of her brows, the tip of her nose, and finally, the corners of her lips. However, she left after just a touch, as if testing the waters.
Jiang Manru’s breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell sharply. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white.
Bai Yue reached out to unbutton her dress.
The first button.
The second button.
The third button.
Her fingers were shaking.
Bai Yue herself was stunned. She looked at her slightly trembling fingers and felt a ridiculous urge to laugh.
Why was she shaking? It was not as if she had never done this before.
How many Omegas had she been with in bars, and when had her hands ever shaken?
But at this moment, her fingers simply would not listen to her. Like a soldier on the battlefield for the first time, she knew how to use her weapon but was too nervous to hold it steady.
Jiang Manru seemed to notice. She looked up at Bai Yue, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
Bai Yue cleared her throat to cover her lack of composure.
“The clothes are a bit tight.” She found a lame excuse.
Jiang Manru did not speak; she just bit her lower lip lightly and looked away.
The fourth button.
The fifth button.
The dress fell open, revealing the white lace underneath. Jiang Manru’s body curled up slightly, as if she were shy or nervous. Her skin was very fair, glowing softly in the dim light, with exquisite collarbones and a slender waistline.
Bai Yue’s breathing grew heavier.
She leaned over and kissed those collarbones.
Jiang Manru shivered lightly and let out a very faint whimper. That sound was like the cry of a small animal, soft and timid, making one’s heart itch.
“Did I hurt you?” Bai Yue looked up and asked her.
Jiang Manru shook her head, her face turning even redder.
Bai Yue continued. Her kisses landed on the collarbones, the shoulders, and above the chest. She carefully controlled her strength, afraid that one careless move would break this delicate jasmine.
The person beneath her was shaking violently. From her shoulders to her waist, from her fingertips to her toes, every inch was trembling lightly. Bai Yue could not tell if it was from nervousness or something else, so she could only be slower and gentler.
“Tell me if you are uncomfortable,” she whispered in Jiang Manru’s ear.
Jiang Manru did not answer; she just turned her head and buried her face into the pillow, revealing earlobes so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
The scent of jasmine grew richer. That was the signal of an Omega becoming aroused; sweet but not cloying, elegant yet carrying a hint of secret charm. It overflowed from Jiang Manru’s glands, skin, and breath, gradually filling the entire room.
Bai Yue’s agarwood and frankincense pheromones were responding as well.
The two pheromones met in the air.
Then they each dissipated.
“…”
Jiang Manru closed her eyes.
What happened next was a bit different from what she had expected.
She had originally thought that with the practiced ease Bai Yue showed in the bar, she would be the absolute controller at this moment. The Alpha’s pheromones would press down overwhelmingly, and her movements would be aggressive and precise, allowing no refusal, just like that night.
But that was not the case.
The person pressing down on her now moved with a caution that was almost clumsy.
When the shoulder straps were slipped down, Bai Yue’s fingers lingered on her shoulder blades for a long time, as if confirming something. When the hem of the dress was lifted, she would pause with every inch she lifted, as if waiting for a sound of protest.
Jiang Manru lay on the big, soft bed, looking at the person above her through the gaps in her eyelashes.
Bai Yue’s expression was very focused, almost too focused. Her brow was slightly furrowed, her lips pressed into a line, and there were even fine beads of sweat on her forehead, even though the room’s air conditioning was set quite high.
When her hands landed on Jiang Manru’s waist, Jiang Manru felt that those hands were truly shaking. It was a very slight tremor, which would be impossible to notice if they were not so close.
Jiang Manru was stunned for a moment.
Bai Yue was nervous?
This Alpha, who acted with such practiced ease in the bar and could make people willing to follow her with just one sentence, was currently so nervous that her hands were shaking while on her?
This realization was too absurd, so absurd that Jiang Manru almost laughed out loud.
But the next second, Bai Yue’s lips landed on her lower abdomen. They were warm and soft, carrying a cautious, tentative feeling.
Jiang Manru’s breathing became erratic.
Bai Yue looked up at her, as if to confirm her state. Seeing that she was not uncomfortable, she lowered her head and continued.
Every one of her actions was an inquiry, and every inch of touch was a test. Her hands wandered over Jiang Manru’s body, yet it felt as if she were walking through a minefield, ready to retreat at any moment and waiting for an explosion.
Jiang Manru suddenly wanted to laugh a little.
What on earth was this person afraid of?
Was she afraid of hurting her? Afraid of making her uncomfortable? Or afraid… A thought flashed through her mind, and she nearly laughed out loud.
Could it be that she was afraid of being clung to by her? After one instance of intimacy, she, this “good girl,” would cling to her like a vine and never be able to shake her off.
Jiang Manru lowered her eyes, hiding the smile in them.
Then she certainly could not let the other party have their way.
Jiang Manru decided to add some fuel to the fire!
She turned slightly and raised her arms to cover her face. This action was obvious enough: shy, afraid to look, allowing the other party to do as they pleased.
Sure enough, Bai Yue’s movements paused and became even gentler.
But Jiang Manru did one other thing.
She made her body tremble. It was not on purpose, or at least not entirely. The lingering effects of her heat period made her body exceptionally sensitive; Bai Yue’s touch felt like an electric current racing across her skin, inciting waves of tingling numbness. The trembling was real, the chaotic breathing was real, and even the vague longing at the glands on her nape was real.
She simply made these reactions more obvious. She made them look like how a “shy Omega’s first time” should look.
Bai Yue’s breathing grew heavier.
The Alpha’s pheromones became more intense, and the scorching heat of the agarwood and frankincense rose constantly, which was a sign of desire surging. But her movements remained restrained, as if she were treating fragile porcelain.
“If you do not want to continue…” Bai Yue’s voice sounded in her ear, accompanied by a trace of hoarseness.
Jiang Manru’s fingers tightened, grabbing the sheets beneath her. She turned her head and exposed her nape to the Alpha.
That was an Omega’s most vulnerable spot. The gland was slightly flushed and emitting a rich jasmine pheromone, but only she herself knew what was hidden beneath that layer.
This was a silent invitation.
And also an obscure test.
Will she mark me?
Bai Yue stared at that stretch of fair neck, her gaze darkening.
Jiang Manru felt her approach, and warm breath brushed against the surface of the gland. She closed her eyes, waiting for that moment.
The breathing moved away.
Bai Yue’s lips landed on her shoulder, avoiding the gland.
“Let us leave the marking for later,” Bai Yue’s voice was extremely hoarse. “I am afraid your body will not be able to handle it.”
Jiang Manru slowly opened her eyes.
Bai Yue’s face was close at hand, her brow locked in a frown, her eyes complex. Inside them was undisguised desire, and also fear. She feared that after marking her, she, this “good girl,” would cling to her completely.
Jiang Manru lowered her eyes. “I believe in you.” Her voice sounded as if it had been scooped out of water, soft to the point of being unbelievable.
Bai Yue’s movements stopped. Those deep black eyes looked at her, so complex that it seemed as if she wanted to see through her.
Bai Yue lowered her head and kissed her lips.
This kiss was completely different from the previous tests. It carried a kind of resolution of burning the bridges behind her, and a resignation of “since you want it, I will give it to you.”
The Alpha’s pheromones pressed down completely. The scent of jasmine and the scent of agarwood were intertwined, wrapping her whole being inside them. Jiang Manru’s hands climbed onto Bai Yue’s back, and she felt that body tense up, the muscle lines rising and falling beneath her palms.
Bai Yue’s kisses moved from her lips to her jaw, and then to her collarbone. Every point of contact carried a loss of control that followed after restraint.
“Does it hurt?”
“Is it comfortable?”
“How about this?”
She asked with every move and confirmed every angle.
Jiang Manru bit her lip, not letting herself make too many sounds. But her body had a will of its own; the trembling, the tensing, and the arching were all captured accurately by the other party.
Bai Yue was like someone completing a precise task. And the goal of the task was to satisfy the Omega beneath her.
Jiang Manru suddenly understood what she wanted to do.
Get it over with quickly.
Satisfy herself, make herself stop, and then she could go back to being that jasmine flower that did not interfere with her. Jiang Manru closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curving into a very faint arc.
Fine.
Then let her be satisfied.
She loosened her bitten lip and let those sounds spill out. Thin, broken, and filled with a sobbing tone. Her body grew softer, her reactions more honest, and every subtle tremble was transmitted to the other party.
The heavier Bai Yue’s breathing became, the gentler her movements grew.
Jiang Manru suddenly felt a bit curious: If she requested to be marked at this moment, what would this person do?
Would she refuse? Or would she bite the bullet and satisfy her?
But she would not ask.
Because she also did not want to be marked.
That was the only real tacit understanding between them.
The sound of the ocean waves came from outside the window, one sound after another, as if beating the rhythm for this silent game of chess.
Jiang Manru’s fingers sank into Bai Yue’s hair, feeling that tense body rise and fall upon her. The Alpha’s pheromones were becoming increasingly intense, intense to the point of nearly drowning her, yet that fatal marking never happened.
Bai Yue hit the brakes at the edge of the cliff.
She used all her strength to avoid that moment that would truly entangle them.
Jiang Manru closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into that carefully woven tenderness.
At this moment, they were both full of ulterior motives.
At this moment, they were perfectly compatible.