Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 251: Episode 249: Two Possessive Mates [19+]

After Zarek had laid Tanith in her room, he came back to attend to Roxy.

Instead of the main door, he used the other door that led directly into the nursery.

Roxy was drowsy, her eyelids fluttering shut as Zarek laid her gently onto the center of the massive bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge.

His large, rough hands wrapped around her ankles. With surprising gentleness, he slid her boots off, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His calloused fingers trailed up her calves, sending a shiver of awareness through her exhausted muscles.

He moved up, his hands finding the hidden clasp of the Imperial Silk dress. The zipper parted with a soft hiss, and Zarek peeled the deep indigo fabric down to her waist, exposing her heated skin to the cool night air of the bedroom.

The door handle turned again.

Roxy forced her heavy eyes open. Kaelen stepped into the room, turning the lock with a definitive snick.

Zarek didn’t turn around to look at the Wolf Alpha. He simply kept his eyes on Roxy’s exposed collarbone, his breathing steady. It was a silent, pre-negotiated truce. They had planned this.

Roxy propped herself up on her elbows, the silk pooling around her hips. The exhaustion that had been dragging her down moments ago suddenly felt like a heavy blanket she wanted to kick off.

The sight of them standing in her bedroom, looking at her like she was the only meal they would ever need, sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to her core.

"I’m not sleeping," Roxy announced, her voice slightly raspy. "I want to drink until I am drunk."

Kaelen’s lips curved into a devastatingly handsome smirk. He reached into a cabinet, producing a heavy clay jug and three wooden cups.

"I anticipated the Queen’s thirst," Kaelen said smoothly, walking over to the bed. "Strong rice wine. Brewed by the elders of the Wolf Tribe. It hits like a hammer."

"Pour it," Roxy demanded, sitting up fully.

Kaelen filled the cups, handing one to Roxy and one to Zarek before taking his own. Roxy chugged it down her throat. The liquid burned a fiery trail down her throat, settling deep in her belly with a sudden heat.

Her drowsiness evaporated instantly, replaced by a wild, buzzing euphoria.

She held out her cup. "Again."

They drank. By the third cup, the edges of the room were delightfully soft, and Roxy’s blood was humming a frantic, demanding tune.

She looked around the room, her brow furrowing in a playful pout. "Wait. Where is Ren? And Syris? And the grumpy tiger? Why are they not here celebrating?"

Zarek set his empty cup on the nightstand. He crawled fully onto the bed, his massive frame looming over her. "Because I and the smelly wolf wanted you to ourselves."

Roxy blinked, a slow, tipsy smile spreading across her lips. "You locked them out? That is so... greedy."

"We are Alphas," Kaelen stated unapologetically, moving to sit on the opposite side of her, his golden eyes glowing in the firelight. "Greed is our nature. Especially when it comes to you."

"Well, if you’re going to be greedy," Roxy giggled, the rice wine making her delightfully reckless, "we need to make it interesting. Let’s play a game. A betting game."

Zarek arched a dark eyebrow. "What kind of game?"

"A drinking game," Roxy declared, crossing her legs. "We take turns guessing something about the other person. If you guess wrong, you strip. If you guess right, the other person strips."

Kaelen let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "You are playing a dangerous game against men who have memorized every breath you take, Roxy."

"Are you scared, Wolf?" she challenged, her violet eyes flashing.

The game did not last long. Roxy’s alcohol-addled brain was no match for the predatory focus of the two Beastmen.

When Roxy guessed that Kaelen’s favorite weapon was his spear, he smoothly corrected her that his favorite weapon was his teeth, and demanded she shed her ruined silk dress.

But when it was Kaelen’s turn to guess her favorite surface food, he deliberately answered "turnips" instead of "spicy stir-fry."

Roxy pointed a triumphant finger at him. "Wrong! You lose! Strip!"

Kaelen’s eyes darkened with a glint. He stood up from the edge of the bed. Slowly, agonizingly, he pulled his linen tunic over his head, discarding it to the floor. The firelight danced across his perfectly sculpted, muscular chest, highlighting the faint silver scars of past battles.

His hands moved to the drawstring of his trousers, and with a fluid tug, they pooled at his feet. He stood before her, fully bare.

Roxy swallowed hard.

The rice wine was screaming in her veins, dissolving whatever modesty she had left. She looked at his heavy, aching arousal, then up at his blue eyes. The wild mood completely consumed her.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a steamy, breathless whisper.

"Want to eat?"

"If it’s you I am eating," Kaelen promised, his voice dark and rough, "then I will devour you."

Before Roxy could even process the absolute filth of his promise, a large, calloused hand clamped softly but firmly onto the back of her neck.

Zarek.

He didn’t give her a chance to look at him. He pulled her head back gently, exposing the long column of her throat, and crashed his mouth down onto hers.

The intensity of the kiss was staggering.

Zarek kissed her with all the pent-up jealousy, relief, and fiery hunger of the last eight months. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the sweet rice wine, claiming every inch of her.

Roxy’s head blanked completely.

A familiar blue holographic window suddenly flared to life behind her eyelids.

[Sometimes, Host, you forget I am here.]

Roxy didn’t break the kiss. She didn’t even open her eyes. She just sent a very loud, very deliberate mental middle finger directly at the System interface.

She wound her arms around Zarek’s thick neck, returning the kiss with equal, ravenous hunger.

God, she had missed this. She had missed the sheer, overwhelming power of being thoroughly claimed by him.

But Kaelen had no intention of being left out.

While Zarek kept her mouth occupied and her upper body completely paralyzed with pleasure, Kaelen moved between her thighs. He gently but firmly pushed her legs wide apart, kneeling between them.

Roxy gasped into Zarek’s mouth as she felt Kaelen’s hot breath brush against her most sensitive core.

And then, the Wolf kept his promise.

The first stroke of Kaelen’s tongue sent a violent shudder through Roxy’s entire body. He devoured her just as he said he would, his mouth working a dark, wet magic that had her hips bucking off the mattress.

Caught between the two of them, Roxy became a moaning, trembling mess.

This was the second time they were doing this.

Zarek’s hands moved from her neck, sweeping down to capture her heavy, aching mounds. He massaged her breasts with rough, possessive squeezes, his thumbs rolling over her hardened peaks.

Every squeeze elicited a sharp, muffled gasp against his lips, perfectly syncing with the devastating rhythm Kaelen was setting between her legs.

Her mind was zapping left and right, completely short-circuiting in a delicious, blinding overload of sensory perfection.

It was too much.

It was exactly enough.

She was burning from the inside out, the dual assault driving her dangerously close to the edge.

Zarek finally pulled his mouth away, breaking the kiss just enough to let her gasp for air. He hovered millimeters from her face, his eyes blazing with a territorial, possessive fire as he watched her writhe under Kaelen’s mouth.

Zarek growled, his voice a dark, vibrating promise against her swollen lips. "And we are going to spend hours fucking our brand against your skin over again."