The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 189: Let’s just go with the flow

The cool stream water did nothing to stop the fire burning in me.

The longer I stared at the heavy throb of his cock beneath the wet fabric, the harsher the heat I had managed to suppress for a few minutes surged back.

Ugh.

I staggered.

I couldn’t even stand still and my body was growing limp again.

My knees buckled, and I dropped forward into his arms, my body trembling so violently that my teeth clattered like I was freezing, but it was the opposite.

I burned so much that cold sweat began to pop up over my forehead, neck, and shoulders.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but my chest was heaving.

I could feel his heartbeat raging as well. He was also in a hard situation, having to stay calm and wait for me to give my consent before he went any further.

This says a lot about him, even if he did have that Playboy energy at the start.

And knowing I’m pregnant makes him hold me even more carefully but how long will that last? How long will he be able to keep hold of that rationality?

And then... A thought came to me... Is he in a rut?

I cocked my head back to look at his face. He’s been saying things I don’t fully understand, but I wonder...

"Does marking a female force a wolf beastman into a rut?" I asked and the corner of his lips curled.

"You’re cute and smart. I like you so much already." He said and I gulped.

He really was in a rut.

How could he do something so reckless knowing he’d go into a rut right away?

Was it because he wanted to help me or because he wanted me for himself? I can’t wrap my thoughts around his true intentions.

In any case, we are both stuck in this situation and are at our limits. I can’t... I can’t stay calm for much longer.

I held his arm with my trembling hands, trying to grip hard, and I bit my lip, my face contorting.

"Let’s just go with the flow." He said, and pulled me against his hard, tanned chest, one hand pressing firmly behind my head to tilt my face up.

He crashed his lips onto mine, deeper this time, more possessive, more ravaging. I lost my mind to the taste of him, my hands wandering blindly over his shoulder muscles, urging him closer like I was under a spell. Every brush of his skin felt like an electric shock and it gave such exhilarating flair.

The wolfman let out a low, growl against my mouth. His hand slid down from my head, roaming over the curve of my waist and gripping my hip with enough force to leave a bruise. He began to lift me, his intent clear—he was going to claim me right there.

I didn’t even know when he had taken off his skirt, but it was floating on the water, leaving his thick, tanned, and veiny dick out in the open, erect and twitching.

I felt my insides bubble at the sight of it. I wanted him to fill me up with that thickness.

He kissed my lips, his arms under my legs as he prepared to drop me right on top of his dick. His tip was so close to my entrance, and I knew I just wanted—

My senses caught the sound of a hard rustling, and my ears twitched.

I looked up, only for the bushes at the bank to violently part ways and expose two frantic figures.

I snapped my eyes open, pulling back from the kiss just enough to see past his shoulder. At the sight of them, my heart didn’t just stop; it felt like it turned to ice. Frozen with a cold chill that ran down my spine.

Fenric and Damar stood at the edge of the stream, their eyes wide in disbelief, fixed on the scene right in front of them.

Fenric was dropped to one knee as if he had lost the feeling in that leg in that moment. His face was a mask of pure, shattered disbelief. His mouth was slightly open, his chest heaving not from the run, but from the sudden, suffocating weight of what he was seeing.

Beside him, Damar was unnervingly still. He didn’t hiss, but his emerald eyes were fixed on the wolfman’s hand, which was still gripped tightly around my hip, about to drop me into his member—and then they drifted to my wrist, where the fresh, black marking of the wolf stood out vividly against my pale skin.

The silence that followed was louder than everything else.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the clearing, and I couldnt breath.

I looked at their faces—the raw, bleeding hurt in Fenric’s eyes and the cold, hollow betrayal in Damar’s—and it broke me.

I was still draped over a stranger, my body slick with sweat and stream water, marked by a man whose name I didn’t even know.

My body went rigid and it was only at this point that the Wolfman, whose senses had been dulled by his urgent need to mate, realized we had company.

But even as he saw the two behind him, through the corner of his eye, he didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his hold, his dark eyes flickering back to me as what looked like a certain glow of triumph filled his face.

He didn’t look guilty; he looked like a man who had just found a prize and had no intention of sharing. And that prize, just so happened to be me.

"Arinya..." Fenric’s voice was a broken whisper, barely audible over the water. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like she’s doing?" the Wolfman asked, his voice a low, provocative rumble. He smirked, breathing hot air into my ear and deliberately caressing my earlobe with his lips to show off. "She’s about to mate with me."