XiCheng: The Last Lotus [AU- OMEGAVERSE]

8

Well... shit.

Jiang Fengmian sucked in a sharp breath, holding himself perfectly still as he tried desperately to control himself.

The beast inside him roared, bursting with the animalistic urge to pounce and mark. His alpha was rearing its head, narrowing in on his wife. Her luscious lips and sweet fragrance. Her shy smile and tender eyes. Her soft smirk and surprised gasps. Her delicious scent and wet juices. Her- oh.

Well... that certainly changed things.

Nostrils flaring, Fengmian could smell the slick that coated Yu Ziyuan's thighs.

He growled, fingers digging into her waist. He grabbed her hard enough that he was sure it would leave marks the next morning. Giving an approving nod, he let out a satisfied snort. Good. Let them see. Let them know that Yu Ziyuan was his. The more people that saw her- the better.

"Fengmian," Yu Ziyuan murmured, wrapping her arms around him. She let out a wanton moan, flexing her hips against his.

Fucking hell. He could feel her heat even through the stifling fabric of their robes. And it was taking all his self-control not to spring himself onto her.

Jiang Fengmian groaned. This woman would be the death of him. But oh, what a wonderful way to go. If he really died while making love to her, at least he was sure to die with no regrets.

Jiang Fengmian didn't move, scared that he would break the second he advanced. He held his breath, not trusting himself. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to control himself, scared that he would hurt his mate. His alpha demanded that he mark- demanded that he brand her over and over again.

A fire pulsed in his veins, his breath coming out in short, shallow bursts. "Ziyuan," he whispered, straining to keep his voice from cracking. "Are you sure?"

"S-Shut up and move already," she mumbled, rubbing herself against him. "Hurry up. What do you want? An invitation?"

God how he loved this woman.

Jiang Fengmian grabbed her, hastily stripping away the layers of fabric between them. He groaned, hardening at the sight of his wife.

Yu Ziyuan was beautiful- all creamy white and milky skin. She was stunning- silky, ink-black hair falling over her shoulder as she rode him. A long scar ran from her shoulder to elbow, the faint mark of dead tissue barely seen on her clear complexion. Violet eyes shown with lust, and thin, nimble fingers worked their way up his body.

She looked ethereal, a heavenly beauty.

Jiang Fengmian groaned, "Fuck..." he muttered, glancing down at his wife. Wrapping his arms around her shivering figure, he guided them to bed. A sliver of guilt bloomed to life inside him. She was going to be sore tomorrow.

Very sore.

Oh well. It was Yu Ziyuan's own fault for being so tempting.

With a growl, he pounced, pinning her to the bed. Using one hand to bind her wrists together, he attacked her lips, pulling her into a bruising kiss. A moan came tearing out, and he quickly swallowed the sound.

"F-Fengmian..." Yu Ziyuan whispered, grinding herself against him. "Hurry!"

Shit. She was really testing the limits of his patience. Jiang Fengmian's self-control was wavering, and he wasn't sure there was anything he could do to stop that. Maybe he should just fuck her. It was what they both wanted anyways.

Jiang Fengmian frowned. It wasn't like him to give in so soon.

"Hurry what?" He asked, arching an eyebrow in amusement. Oh yes, he would fuck her alright. He would fuck her until she could barely walk. But first, he wanted her begging and pleading for it. He would reduce her to nothing but plain lust and need. He would see that hungry look on her face, would hear those wanton moans slip from swollen lips.