Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Two Lemons for the Price of One

*I do not own this art. I combined two pieces of art from Pinterest. All credits to original artists.

I walked slowly down the cave's path, and it took me much longer than the five minutes it had previously. I had my doubts, but Lance had not shown me anything that could be considered a red flag. It was possible he might change after mating but as long as I received his mark in the usual way, I could also remove it. The father of the Scorpion King and Curtis had both bitten or stabbed their mates to make their marks, preventing the females from ever removing it. Curtis was very lucky Bai had Stockholm syndrome.

When I reached the place that Lance was waiting, I simply stood there lost in my thoughts. Until a snake's tail curled around my waist and brought me closer to the fire.

"Having second thoughts? Or did you want to add more conditions?" Lance set me down on a pile of soft furs next to the fire's warmth.

I looked searchingly at his face. He had the smirk that seemed to be a permanent fixture still in place.

"Lance, I know about the other method of marking that feral's use." I watched carefully for his reaction to my words.

The smirk faded only a little. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised given your abilities. Is that how that Curtis did it?"

I nodded.

He looked disgusted. "And you think I would do that to you?"

I shook my head. I didn't think that. Nothing in Lance's behavior had shown him to be desperate to own me in that way.

"Good. I find the whole thing quite...distasteful. If a male must force a female to stay with him, then he is obviously not worth even a strand of her hair." he said dismissively.

I looked up at his long dark hair, strong jawline, thin upturned lips, slightly curved nose, and deep-set green eyes. It was no wonder this man had the confidence of a god. He looked like one. One that took pleasure in discovering your darkest, deepest desires.

I stood up and walked over to him. "Am I worth a strand of yours?" I asked half-jokingly. I lifted the ends of his hair and let the silky strands slip over my fingers.

He looked a little shaken. Then he collected himself and combed his fingers through my own hair above my left ear. "I would lay my entire being upon your alter, Bailey. Shall I show you how you should be worshipped?"

I blushed and nodded once. I couldn't help myself. The man had a way with words.

His hand combing through my hair reached the back of my neck and in one smooth motion, he cut the string holding up my top. The deer skin halter fell forward revealing my breasts.

I heard a sharp intake of breath as he moved back from me slightly. His dark eyes roamed from my hips, up my stomach, to my soft mounds. They stayed there for a minute as his pupils dilated. Then, they moved up to my collarbones, neck, and finally my face. I met his gaze and the heat his eyes held made me shiver in response. I had to turn away and used my arms to hide my chest.

Lance shifted his tail into legs and approached. I was still looking down and to the side, so I only caught his movements in my peripheral. He kneeled at my feet, looking up at me. Watching for any sign of refusal, he slid his fingertips over the tops of my feet, up the side of my calves and thighs until he reached my hips. Never taking his eyes from my face, his cool fingers followed the edge of my skirt, going underneath the front flap, searching for the string that held it all together. Slowly, he tugged on the string until it all came undone and slipped to the floor.

He sat back on his heels and took in the sight of me as if trying to memorize every curve. When he didn't move or say anything else, I looked down at him. His expression changed from one of appreciation to satisfaction. He had been waiting for me to look at him and a small smile lifted the corners of his lips. In a similar fashion, my eyes roamed from his face, down his broad shoulders, across his sculpted chest and followed the lines of his abdominal muscles until stopping at the two appendages that were standing at attention.