"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 25

Chapter 25; “Your sweetness is almost painful; this situation isn’t fair to us.”

Immediately, the person who followed him in grabbed his wrist, gave it a hard tug, and forcefully pinned him back against the door, his hands twisted behind him.

A hand slammed against the door next to his head with a “dong,” holding it in place. The sound vibrated, making his head buzz.

A pair of furry animal ears, a sign of distress, popped out from the top of Ling Zhuo’s head, twitching uncomfortably.

Behind him, a tall, well-built alpha body pressed against him like a mountain. He was firmly trapped in a small space, with no room to resist.

“You’re right, I’m a bastard.”

The alpha’s hot breath sprayed against Ling Zhuo’s ear as he lowered his voice, which held an indescribable danger.

With his sharp animal instincts, Ling Zhuo’s muscles tensed before his mind could catch up. Confused, he asked, “Mota? Why have you suddenly changed completely…”

He had become a completely strange and aggressive alpha.

“Heh,” a sneer cut him off. The breathing behind him moved closer to his neck, followed by a low, lazy teasing voice: “Is that so? You know me so well? Maybe this is the real me.”

“Besides, aren’t you hoping for this? This is the third time you’ve deliberately exposed your scent gland to me, and in this… state of heat.”

The words grew even deeper and hoarser, and the alpha’s gaze swept over the animal ears on Ling Zhuo’s head, as if certain the omega was trying to seduce him.

Ling Zhuo was confused. The third time? When?

He couldn’t remember doing that at all, let alone on purpose.

“I didn’t.”

He denied it. Mota’s cool fingertips, which were gripping his wrist, began to slowly rub the skin.

The pressure varied—sometimes light, sometimes heavy—and it was sometimes painful and sometimes ticklish.

Whether from nervousness or stimulation, Ling Zhuo felt a tingling sensation down his spine from the rubbing, and he wanted to bristle. It was like the feeling he had as a child when he was hunting in the mountains and a tiger pinned him down.

“Your hand turned red just from me grabbing it,” Mota lowered his head. The ice-gray eyes in his right pupil had long turned into a double pupil. His gaze fell on where their skin met, and he murmured, “This part is so delicate. Are other places even more so?”

The tone of the question was rising. If you listened closely, there was a faint sigh of pleasure, as if he was getting off on just skin contact.

This was completely wrong!

This intense feeling of a stranger… how could this be Mota?

Ling Zhuo was bewildered. He was pressed against the door, his cheek squeezed, making his mouth pout slightly. His side view was limited, and he couldn’t get a good look at Mota’s face or his expression.

“Mota, it hurts. Can you please let me go first…”

He could only ask him in a pleading tone.

As soon as he spoke, the person behind him’s gaze darkened.

Even after being treated this way, this fox didn’t fight back or struggle. Instead, he used such a beautiful, soft voice to beg.

The result of his pleading was, of course, “No.”

What if he let go and the fox ran away?

Mota restrained Ling Zhuo, and after refusing him, he leaned closer and made an extremely nasty suggestion: “How about you let me lick you? I’ll lick every part of you, and when I find the softest spot, I’ll let you go. How does that sound?”

Just hearing Mota’s words made Ling Zhuo’s face flush. His moist fox eyes were full of shock and confusion.

He had heard many people say such weird, dirty things in the past. Those people either ended up dead or beaten up by him, but he had never heard Mota say them.

In his eyes, Mota had always been gentle, self-controlled, and as hard as a god. How could he say such shameless things now?

Even stranger was why his body felt so weird just from hearing Mota’s words.

The innocent fox’s face was hot, and the corners of his eyes were a rosy pink. He had no experience and didn’t realize this was a sexual overture in the human world.

He thought hard for a moment, and then guessed softly, “Are you angry?”

That would be the only reason for a sudden change in personality, right?

“…”

The person who had him pinned against the door didn’t say a word, and the room fell silent.

Ling Zhuo couldn’t see him and didn’t know what was happening, but he felt the grip on his hand loosen slightly. He was happy, thinking he had guessed correctly—humans were just angry!

He didn’t know that behind him, the silent alpha’s right pupil was trembling violently, his pupils merging and separating as his second personality and his main one fought fiercely for control of his body.

A few seconds later, the main personality managed to suppress the second one a little, regaining some normalcy. He turned his head to look away and mumbled, “Yes.”

He was angry.

He was angry that the fox had teased him with those words before, angry that he had exposed his scent gland so casually and defenselessly after being so provocative, and angry that he had left so decisively.

If he hadn’t arrived just in time, the fox would have been long gone, which meant he hadn’t even thought Mota would show up before leaving.

He hadn’t even planned on waiting for him.

He doesn’t trust me.

As soon as Mota thought of this, he couldn’t control his anger, which allowed his second personality to emerge.

He sighed a little, let go, and was about to apologize for his second personality’s rough behavior and dirty words. Before he could speak, Ling Zhuo frowned, his mind even more confused, and he blurted out, “Why?”

Why are you angry?

“…”

The person behind him’s breathing hitched, and he fell silent again.

Soon, before Ling Zhuo could turn around, a soft chuckle sounded in his ear, and a firm chest pressed against his back.

“Good question, little fox. I’ll give you some time to think about it. Tell me why once you figure it out.”

The low, sexy voice was like a lover’s whisper. It sounded gentle, but he had no intention of letting him think properly.

Almost as soon as the words fell, Mota lowered his head and extended his warm, wet tongue, slowly and provocatively licking the side of Ling Zhuo’s slender neck.

Just as he had expected, the skin there was very delicate. He licked it hard, his rough tongue leaving a small red mark, which was wet with saliva and looked captivatingly bright.

“Ah,” Ling Zhuo’s shoulders trembled with a gasp as his neck was suddenly licked. The unfamiliar, tingling sensation made the last syllable of his low cry break, sounding like a gasp.

The person enjoying the delicate feel of his skin was even more stimulated by the low gasp. The tip of his tongue, which had been lingering on the side of his neck, uncontrollably moved to the center of his scent gland.

The gland was soft and slightly springy, even more tender than the flesh inside his mouth. Mota’s breathing immediately became ragged, and his eyes narrowed with the comfort he felt on his lips and tongue. “Mmm.”

A sound escaped his throat, and the double pupils trembled with excitement, filled with a desire to devour the omega in front of him.

“!!!” In contrast, the omega, whose scent gland was being licked, stared wide-eyed, stunned.

The gland was already delicate, and the rough, hot tip of the tongue sliding over it was too stimulating. His mind went blank, and his spine went limp in an instant as countless electric currents surged from the gland to every part of his body.

Ugh… what’s… what’s happening?

I’m… I’m losing all my strength…

“Hah… stop… Mota!”

Ling Zhuo felt the strong aggression, and his animal ears drooped pitifully.

This part had never been touched before, let alone licked. The sensation was too intense, and he couldn’t adjust to it. He leaned his full body weight against the door, his straight legs trembling slightly, looking as pitiful as could be.

And as enticing as could be.

The person who was enjoying himself couldn’t stop. Mota’s breathing became heavy, and he was no longer satisfied with just tracing it with his tongue. He suddenly opened his mouth, and like a wild beast, he bit down on Ling Zhuo’s slender neck.

“Ah!”

This made the fox flinch in fear.

Mota took Ling Zhuo’s entire scent gland into his mouth, sucking it without any method. Accompanied by the occasional low moans from his throat, his purely instinctive behavior was more like that of a beast than Ling Zhuo’s. He showed no sign of cherishing it, and in the blink of an eye, the area was red and hot.

“Mmm…” Amid the sticky, wet sounds of his tongue, a few vague words of pleasure escaped him: “Baby… you’re so sweet.”

“Give me… mmm… some of your pheromones, okay?”

“Ha, I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going crazy.”

The alpha praised him in a hoarse voice, his eyes burning with desire, turning his gaze scarlet.

His craving for the omega’s pheromones grew crazier. Mota’s sharp canines began to tentatively touch the edge of the gland in his mouth, wanting to bite down.

Biting down would allow him to know the taste of this fox’s pheromones.

A dangerous thought emerged. Seeing that he was so stimulated he was about to enter his rut, Mota’s double pupils began to tremble again, as if being warned or suppressed by his main personality.

Just before his sharp teeth could pierce the skin, ‘Mota’ turned his head, and instead bit down lightly on the side of Ling Zhuo’s neck, venting his desire to mark him.

At the same time, he muffledly demanded, “Answer me, have you figured out why yet?”

“Ugh…”

The conflicting sensations of the pain from the canines scratching his skin and the pleasure of his gland being licked overwhelmed Ling Zhuo’s body. He couldn’t handle it and let out a soft whimper from his throat, completely unable to think about why Mota was angry.

“Hurry up and answer!” the unreasonable alpha urged fiercely, his teeth tugging at the collar of his shirt to pull it down.

A button “pop” and fell off, clattering on the floor. The person whose shirt was being pulled off was now exposed on most of his back. The skin was fair and the muscles were a thin layer over his well-defined, beautiful bones, a sight that was enough to drive someone mad.

Ling Zhuo’s mind was completely blank from Mota’s sudden change in personality, and the sensations in his body were a jumbled mess. He was happy that Mota called him “baby” one moment, and then nervous from his fierce questioning, so he quickly made a wild guess, “Because, because I didn’t get picked… but Anli said you thought highly of my skills, so I embarrassed you and you’re very angry…”

“Wrong, think again,” the hoarse voice, mixed with the sound of his tongue, interrupted him, sounding displeased with his answer.

As punishment, a plum blossom-like hickey was sucked onto the skin of Ling Zhuo’s slightly protruding butterfly bone.