Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 267: A Lesson in Lip Service

"Do you know how to kiss?" Ren whispered softly into the quiet night air.

Altair didn’t respond. The Golden Eagle Prince just stood there perfectly still. His intense silver eyes simply blinked down at her, entirely devoid of comprehension. He looked like a majestically beautiful blank slate.

Ren let out a soft, amused breath. He truly had absolutely no idea.

"Here," Ren murmured gently. She raised her hand, lightly tapping her pink lips with her index finger, and then slowly reached out to trace her soft fingertip against his smooth, perfectly shaped mouth. "It’s when two people press their lips together. I will teach you."

Ren wrapped her arms securely around his neck. She went all the way up on her tippy-toes, using her leverage to gently pull his head down to her level.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and pressed her lips softly against his.

Altair immediately reacted to her shift in weight. He wrapped his large, powerful arms around her bare waist to securely support her against his body, his large hands burning hot against her wet skin.

But when Ren peaked one of her eyes open, she had to bite back a laugh. Altair’s silver eyes were completely, intensely wide open, staring right at her face from an inch away like a bewildered owl encountering a magic trick.

Ren pulled away for just a fraction of an inch, her lips brushing teasingly against his as she spoke. "You have to close your eyes, Altair," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his mouth. "And you have to move your lips against mine."

She didn’t give him a chance to overthink it. Ren closed the tiny gap and kissed him again, but this time, she didn’t hold back.

As Altair obediently began moving his lips, clumsily trying to copy her gentle pressure, a sudden surge of bold confidence washed over Ren. She pressed closer, parting her lips and gliding her tongue sensually along the seam of his mouth. Altair let out a soft, shuddering gasp at the wet contact, parting his lips on pure instinct.

Ren immediately took advantage, slipping her tongue directly inside his warm mouth, completely dominating him.

The intimacy of the gesture finally clicked in his brain. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes finally closed as he completely melted into the kiss. He tasted absolutely intoxicating, like crisp mountain air. Ren explored his mouth with explicit, greedy intent, her tongue sweeping across his palate before tangling deeply with his own.

Altair was incredibly eager, his clumsy tongue desperately trying to match her rhythm and heat. The kiss was sloppy and adorably amateurish, completely lacking the smooth, practiced finesse of her other mates, but the sheer, overwhelming passion behind it was devastating.

He groaned deeply into her mouth, a primal, vibrating sound that sent a heavy jolt straight to her core. His massive hands tightened possessively on her waist, hauling her small, wet body completely flush against his. She could feel every rigid muscle of his torso, and the scorching, throbbing heat of his massive erection pressing insistently against her bare stomach.

Ren sucked gently on his bottom lip, nipping the plush flesh with her teeth before diving back in, trading heated, wet strokes that left them both drowning in the sensation. She wasn’t used to leading a kiss, but completely unraveling the stoic Golden Eagle Prince was a power trip like no other.

When they finally, reluctantly parted to gasp for air, they were both completely breathless. A thin, glistening string of silver saliva connected their swollen, wet lips for a brief second before snapping.

Ren looked up at him through her wet eyelashes, her chest heaving heavily against his. "Did you like it?" she asked shyly.

Altair swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yes," he answered simply, his voice a raspy, deeply affected whisper.

Ren noticed his intense silver gaze wasn’t on her face anymore. She followed his line of sight as it fell directly between them. He was staring unblinkingly at her bare, wet breasts, entirely mesmerized by the way they heaved with her heavy breathing.

A fresh wave of heat rushed to Ren’s cheeks. She was already hyper-aware that he was heavily aroused; she had distinctly felt his rock-hard, leaking erection pressing against her the entire time they were kissing.

But reality suddenly crashed back down on her.

Viper. She couldn’t keep him waiting any longer. She desperately needed to go right now.

Ren reached down, taking Altair’s large hand in hers. She gently guided it downwards, wrapping his own long fingers securely around his throbbing cock.

"I really have to go, Altair," Ren apologized softly, giving him a sympathetic look. "You’ll have to pleasure yourself."

Altair’s thick golden brows furrowed into a pathetic, heartbreaking pout. He looked down at his hand, and then back up into her eyes.

"Can you do it?" Altair asked, his voice dripping with innocent, desperate honesty. "It feels better when you touch it."

Ren’s face went bright red. Steam practically whistled out of her ears.

[System: He makes a highly compelling argument, Host. Just suck him off real quick. That scaly Uber driver can wait another minute or two.]

Ren wanted to scream at the devil residing in her brain, but when she looked back at Altair’s face, her resolve completely crumbled into dust. He had such an adorably pathetic, pleading look in his silver eyes.

How in the world could she possibly say no to that face? She wasn’t going to be seeing him for three whole days. It was literally the least she could do before she left. He was her husband too, after all!

"Okay," Ren sighed, entirely defeated by her own affection for him. "Okay, fine. But just a quick one."

Ren took a step back and dropped down onto her bare knees on the soft, damp grass of the banking. She reached out with her small hand and firmly grasped his cock.

Altair inhaled sharply, a violent shudder ripping through his tall, muscular frame as his abdominal muscles pulled completely taut.

Ren parted her lips, leaning forward to take his leaking tip into her mouth.

[System: Ding! I have some incredibly exciting updates, Host! But I’ll tell you later. Please, proceed. Don’t mind me!]

Ren froze with her mouth a mere inch away from Altair’s skin. She closed her eyes, her eye twitching violently.

’Then why would you bring it up right now?!’ Ren screamed internally, her grip tightening slightly on Altair in pure frustration.

[System: To build anticipation, obviously. Aren’t you excited?]