Chapter 2 (M)
Natsha drifted in and out of a hazy dream. Her sense of smell caught the faint scent of tea that briefly passed by, then gradually grew stronger.
Her body felt as though something were pressing down on her, and a suffocating sensation suddenly overwhelmed her. Warmth began to spread across Natsha's lips.
She reluctantly opened her eyes, only to find someone's face looming directly before her, magnified in her vision.
She could feel the feverishly hot breath of the person above her, and immediately knew the answer.
Her lips remained motionless as before, showing no sign of reciprocating the passion of the person above her.
Lorena's frown deepened. She tried every possible way to pry Natsha's mouth open. Her anger and dissatisfaction had reached their limit. Lorena bit down hard on Natsha's lip, and even when the metallic, salty taste of blood reached her tongue, Natsha's lips remained motionless.
Lorena grabbed the collar of Natsha's nightgown and pulled hard. Natsha's body straightened with the force of Lorena's pull.
"Kiss me."
It was not a request, but an order.
Yet all Lorena received in return was Natsha's tranquil gaze. She made no movement whatsoever to show that she intended to obey the order.
Lorena's eyes reddened, partly because her rut was relentlessly stirring her body, and partly because of the fury she felt toward the person who refused to obey her.
"Kiss me!" Her voice was low in the darkness of the night. Lorena's hands gradually moved to Natsha's throat and closed around it, as though proving the overwhelming instinct of an Alpha.
Lorena leaned in once again, touching Natsha's lips, but the same situation repeated itself. With only a little force, Natsha was able to create distance between them. Lorena's expression was completely colored with displeasure.
"Who am I, Lorena?" Natsha's gaze seemed to bore straight into Lorena's soul.
Lorena's pupils trembled. Natsha's warm palm touched Lorena's wrist and slowly slid upward. The hands that had been gripping Natsha's throat were gradually pried away.
One arm fell limply, then the other.
"Who am I, Lorena?" Natsha's warm breath brushed against Lorena's lips. Her body trembled slightly.
Natsha seized Lorena by the throat, just as Lorena had done to her. Her lips hovered around Lorena's, yet never touched them.
"Natsha..." The whisper came softly, accompanied by the faint hụt of her breath.
The moment the words left her lips, Lorena's lips were claimed by Natsha.
A spark had ignited in Natsha's eyes—a rare flicker of emotion.
Natsha did not care whether Lorena was being tormented by the suffocating discomfort of her rut or by something else entirely. All she knew was that Lorena was still fully aware of exactly who was kissing her now.
The buttons of the shirt gradually disappeared. Lorena's cold, pale skin was exposed to the air. The tie at the waist of Natsha's nightgown was abruptly pulled loose by Lorena. The pieces of fabric gradually became nothing more than excess in the midst of the burning heat.
Even the clasp of the final piece of fabric covering Lorena's chest was undone, leaving her bare.
Natsha turned her body, and Lorena's bare back came into contact with the softness of the bedsheets beneath her.
Their lips never parted. Natsha's hand reached the waistband of Lorena's trousers.
Snap!
The waistband of Lorena's trousers loosened and slid down.
The scent of tea grew thick in the air, without mingling with any other pheromone.
Her fingers did not move delicately. Instead, they moved with the most direct and focused intent. Natsha did not miss a single inch of Lorena's skin. She touched her tongue to Lorena's upper region. Everything seemed to explode from that first touch, gradually turning into waves that drained her strength as the pressure of Natsha's mouth increased. Her hand enclosed the softness beneath her palm.
Lorena could do nothing but continuously gasp for each mouthful of air thick with the scent of her own tea. Moans escaped her without end.
The stimulation at her chest suddenly stopped. Lorena only had time to furrow her brows once. Immediately afterward, her small mouth was forced open, yet she could not produce a single sound.
Natsha tasted her with the tip of her tongue. Wet, tight, contracting and relaxing in an erratic rhythm. She pressed into the sensitive places, the places that were destined to make Lorena tremble.
At last, the limit arrived. Lorena arched her body, her back curving upward, as though enduring a sudden surge.
Her back gradually relaxed before collapsing onto the mattress beneath her. Lorena panted heavily, beads of sweat already dotting her forehead.
Natsha grasped Lorena's hips with both hands and turned her onto her stomach.
She reached toward the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, pulled open a drawer, and searched for something. Natsha took a small object in her hand and gently brought it to her mouth, using her fangs to hold it in place. The packaging was torn open, and she slipped the smooth covering over the lower part of her body, which was already painfully engorged.
Natsha placed a thin pillow beneath Lorena's lower abdomen. Lorena's eyes closed as she felt the warm "object" waiting beneath her.
She gripped the white bedsheet. When one of the senses temporarily ceased functioning, the others became several times more sensitive.
Natsha positioned her "object" against the "passage." She thrust her hips forward. Lorena's body shifted forward with the force, but Natsha's hands on either side of her hips held her in place. The "object" completely filled the "passage." Lorena could feel the extreme pressure and fullness of that place.
"Ha..." Lorena breathed out.
Lorena was an Alpha, even if she was a recessive Alpha. But an Alpha's reproductive tract could not be the same as that of an Omega or a female Beta.
The tightness below always made Natsha lose her breath. Lorena's rut came once every three months. It had therefore been three months since Natsha had experienced this sensation again.
Getting in was one thing; being able to move was another. Natsha tried to pull back, but every attempt to increase the distance was met with another contraction that made Natsha grit her teeth.
When she finally managed to pull out for the first time, beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead. After that difficult effort, Natsha thrust her hips forward once again.
She did not know how many times she had repeated the same movement. Yet with every repetition, the "entrance" seemed to become slightly less difficult. Or, more accurately, Lorena had begun to adapt.
Lorena's dark hair spread across the pale-white bedsheets. She kept her eyes tightly shut. Natsha did not know whether it was to escape reality or because of something else.
Natsha bent over, her hips continuing to move without pause. Beside Lorena's ear, there was no voice, only the steady sound of panting. Lorena's, and Natsha's as well.
The "passage" began to tighten, signaling that the end was approaching. Natsha thrust her hips several more times with difficulty. Lorena buried her face into the white pillow. Her entire body tensed, and a prolonged cry rang through the air before fading away.
The scent of tea remained thick around them. Throughout the entire process, the scent of jasmine never appeared.
Natsha did not release even the slightest trace of pheromones into the air.
The control of an Enigma had never ceased to astonish others.
After finishing, Natsha immediately pulled away.
She removed the thing that had become soaked beneath her, tied it up, and threw it into the trash.
A small patch on Lorena's white pillow suddenly became damp. It was not sweat from the aftermath of their "burning heat," but what was called "tears," which continued to spill forth.
She sat upright, her feet touching the floor. Trembling ran through her body, but Lorena paid it no mind. She picked up her clothes.
Lorena walked past Natsha. Natsha did not stop her. She remained motionless where she stood.
Just as Lorena had once thrown her arms around Natsha while drunk in a haze of intoxication.
The depths of Natsha's eyes darkened as she watched the naked woman return to her own room. The corner of her lips lifted into a mocking smile.
She was an actress millions of people wanted to pursue.
Yet she had chosen this damn relationship instead.
A relationship that would never have a good ending.
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