Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 131: Acting Spoiled
Before He Juan knew it, their pheromones had started to fill every corner of the bedroom. Lavender and peppermint, rosewood and whiskey, they entangled intimately with each other until he could no longer ascertain which one belonged to whom. And such a notion sent a zing of thrill down He Juan’s spine as if their scent had combined into one.
"Gege..." Mu Yuze whispered in between their maddening kisses. This time, he grew bolder as his hand stroked He Juan right on his swelling gland, eliciting a strangled growl from the latter. As a result, He Juan’s kisses became even wilder, deeper as if he wanted his last breath to be the air Mu Yuze exhaled.
Mu Yuze was the personification of gasoline to the searing inferno in his heart. No, gasoline was an utter understatement – he was the fucking bomb itself, destroying every single bit of He Juan’s self-control into smithereens. Every single time without fail.
And before He Juan knew it, he had thrust his hips upward to press the solid proof of his desire on Mu Yuze’s center. Mu Yuze jerked in response and his arms around He Juan’s neck tightened. His body, soft yet seductively firm at the same time, obeyed He Juan seamlessly as they started to move against each other in a frantic and desperate rhythm and goodness... He Juan could not stop. He wanted more. More...!
It took every drop of his willpower not to tear the omega’s shirt right there and then. It was just a single piece of shirt. Against He Juan’s strength, it would not hold a candle at all but... no. Even the pleasure-induced part of his brain, which was no longer capable of any coherent thought, was unwilling to hurt Mu Yuze in the slightest. If he wanted to claim the omega, then he should do it slow and gentle.
His palm glided up the smooth expanse of Mu Yuze’s milky thigh and slipped into the hem of his shirt. Yet instead of short pants or boxer briefs, all he could feel was a very, very thin and flimsy piece of clothing. For some reason, it was very familiar...
Something inside He Juan exploded and he forcibly tore himself away from Mu Yuze’s intoxicating lips, panting, as he asked in utter disbelief. "Xiao Ze, you... what are you wearing underneath?"
It was very difficult to think in such a situation, but He Juan vividly recalled how Mu Yuze had come out of the bathroom with only a single towel wrapped around his waist. After that, he had searched the wardrobe for this oversized shirt. He Juan did not see him wear anything else, so there was only one possibility – he had deliberately worn it before coming out of the bathroom. Oh God...
Mu Yuze was very bold when he pulled off those seductive moves earlier, but now he suddenly flushed deep crimson and did not dare to look He Juan straight in the eye. Under He Juan’s unrelenting stare, he finally murmured in a quiet voice, still with his gaze trained somewhere between He Juan’s collarbone. "If Gege really wants to know, why don’t you see it for yourself?"
Oh, He Juan knew. There was no way he would be mistaken about it. This sheer fabric, the soft lace under his palm... it was identical to the sexy underwear Mu Yuze had worn on the night of the operation in Phoenix Ablaze!
Wait, no, that’s not right. Something was different. He Juan could feel an additional small ribbon between his fingers, but it would not change the fact that Mu Yuze was currently wearing nothing but that provocative piece of clothing beneath his shirt!
Oh dear Lord in Heaven, did he want to kill He Juan or something?!
"Xiao Ze, you..." He Juan was so speechless that he could only laugh out loud, strained and almost hysterical. When Mu Yuze shot him a displeased glare, He Juan forced the laughter to subside on his throat and then, he suddenly recalled something. "So... is this what you mean by petty and dirty tricks? Wearing this sexy underwear to... seduce me?" His tone held a hint of mirth, yet his gaze was brimming with ravaging desire as if he could not wait to wreck Mu Yuze to pieces.
Mu Yuze’s face became even redder, if it was possible, to the point where He Juan was worried whether he would suddenly faint away. His shy demeanor was the loudest answer there was.
He Juan closed his eyes and scrambled together whatever was left of his shredded sanity. The effect Mu Yuze had on him was too terrifying. He Juan almost could not control himself and sank his teeth into Mu Yuze’s swan-like neck right there and then.
He had read somewhere that although it was not impossible for an Alpha to mark someone outside their rut period, it could only be done when they were at the height of passion. The rush of adrenaline and serotonin would promote the growth of canines, strengthening their urge to form a bond with their partner.
But now... He Juan could feel the tip of his canines poking against his bottom lip. Oh God, they had not even done anything and the visceral urge to mark Mu Yuze was already raging inside his blood!
Just what the hell was wrong with him?! He would not – must not – mark Mu Yuze on their first date. He was going to reserve it for their wedding night! Snap out of it, He Juan!
"You know..." He Juan said after he had taken a firm hold of his tattered self-control. He opened his eyes and gazed at Mu Yuze softly. "I am very happy right now, Xiao Ze."
When Mu Yuze tilted his head in confusion, He Juan chuckled breathlessly and elaborated, "There is something I have always believed in. If other people play this petty and dirty trick on me, it is called scheming. But if it’s done by the omega I like, then it’s a totally different case altogether."
Mu Yuze blinked. The depth of his eyes glittered when he heard He Juan say ’the omega I like’.
He Juan’s lips stretched into a cheeky grin as his fingers twined the ribbon of Mu Yuze’s underwear. "Do you know what it’s called, Xiao Ze?" He leaned forward and intimately brushed the tip of their noses together. "If it’s done by you, then I call it... acting spoiled. Gege welcomes it very much so do more of your petty and dirty tricks in the future... okay?" After saying that, he winked playfully.
