After Marrying the Cold Omega in Secret - Chapter 70

The intense fragrance had now completely drowned out the scent of alcohol. Before Chu Yin could process her surprise, she was already swept into the whirlpool of desire.

Chi Ye’s pheromones were intoxicating.

They made her dizzy, enchanted her.

As if guided by some unseen force, Chu Yin wrapped an arm around Chi Ye’s waist.

Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the scorching skin beneath, not just hot but incredibly supple like kneading a cloud, soft and pliant.

It was impossible not to crave this sensation.

Whether it was the alcohol or the overwhelming tide of her heat, Chi Ye’s eyes were hazy now, no longer just simmering with restraint but overflowing with naked, unbridled need.

No pretense, no concealment.

“Wife, you lied to me,” Chu Yin murmured, brushing her fingertip against Chi Ye’s nose, her voice tender.

She had always believed Chi Ye was an alpha, never imagined the other had kept this from her for so long.

But then again, it was Chu Yin who had assumed Chi Ye’s designation from the start. Chi Ye had simply gone along with it, never correcting her.

And now, knowing the truth, Chu Yin felt no resentment only a secret, giddy delight.

This was an unexpected blessing!

Especially when she recalled all those times Chi Ye had lost control before. Now, looking back, it was clear those moments weren’t about dominance but about yearning to be claimed.

The contrast only stoked the fire inside Chu Yin.

At her words, Chi Ye’s gaze flickered away. She let out a soft whimper before melting into Chu Yin’s embrace, nuzzling her chin against the curve of her neck like an affectionate kitten.

The closer they were, the more potent the fragrance became a thick, suffocating mist enveloping Chu Yin, assaulting her senses and eroding the last shreds of her restraint.

Chu Yin held Chi Ye tighter.

“What’s wrong, little liar?”

Her voice was rough, teasing.

But before Chi Ye could respond, Chu Yin was already moving, guiding her backward.

With Chi Ye’s unsteady steps, they barely made progress until the back of her legs hit the sofa.

Unable to hold back any longer, Chu Yin lowered her head and captured Chi Ye’s lips.

This kiss wasn’t gentle or considerate it was fervent, consuming, a wildfire. All the longing and pent-up emotion of these past days poured out in this moment, a torrent finally unleashed.

Between every ragged breath, in the desperate clash of tongues, she claimed, devoured, marked.

She wanted to brand Chi Ye with her scent, undeniable and absolute.

Pushing her down onto the sofa, just like before except this time, no one would interrupt, no one would come between them.

The hem of Chi Ye’s dress had already ridden up to her thighs under Chu Yin’s wandering hands.

Her slender, pale legs were now exposed, knees slightly bent, resting lightly against Chu Yin’s waist.

The two kissed for what felt like an eternity, until Chi Ye’s breathing grew labored and she finally pushed Chu Jin’s lips away with her hand.

Gasping for air, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, the rosy hue spreading all the way to the corners of her eyes. Her gaze was misty, blurred with desire, making her appear even more intoxicating like a flame burning in the heart.

And now, in the throes of her heat, Chi Ye was far more desperate than Chu Jin. Without suppressants, this was the first time she had ever endured such an overwhelming surge of desire.

It felt like being drowned by layers of seawater, he more she struggled, the deeper she sank, until she was utterly submerged in the abyss.

Her entire body burned with restless heat, waves of it rising from the depths of her core, seeping through every inch of her skin. Unable to resist, she arched slightly, instinctively seeking closer contact.

Chi Ye wrapped her arms around Chu Jin’s neck, pressing close to her ear, her voice already thick and unsteady.

“Mark me!”

Chu Jin could feel every movement beneath her, and at those words, her spine stiffened like a bowstring about to snap.

Though she was an alpha, she understood omegas well enough. During heat, without suppressants, the only relief came from physical intimacy, a temporary fix that barely lasted a few hours. The most dangerous part was that if an omega encountered a predatory alpha in this state, the consequences could be dire.

The most effective solution was an alpha’s mark on the omega’s scent gland.

A temporary mark would last at least ten days, shielding the omega from others’ pheromones and preventing them from detecting hers.

A permanent bond, however, required the alpha to bite the omega’s gland at the peak of climax, forming an irreversible connection. From then on, no one else would ever sense her scent again.

During future heats, the omega’s cravings would only ever call for the alpha who marked her.

For an omega, choosing a mate for a permanent bond was a decision of utmost importance.

Clutching the last shred of her rationality, Chu Jin decided to give Chi Ye a temporary mark first.

She propped herself up slightly, turning Chi Ye onto her stomach before pressing down again.

Her breath fanned over Chi Ye’s swollen gland, the warmth alone enough to make her shiver.

So this was her most sensitive spot.

Chu Jin’s breathing grew heavier. Unable to resist, she flicked her tongue against it lightly.

A hint of sweetness bloomed on her taste buds, carrying the faint fragrance of oranges.

Though subtle, it was intoxicating an irresistible pull that ignited her senses, setting off fireworks in her mind, dazzling like daylight.

“You’re so sweet,” Chu Jin murmured, barely restraining herself before tilting her head to nip at Chi Ye’s neck. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to bite hard, leaving only a faint imprint of teeth.

“Even sweeter than there.”

Chi Ye felt hypersensitive all over, especially in this vulnerable position lying prone, completely at Chu Jin’s mercy. It only heightened the thrill.

Just that single teasing remark from Chu Jin was enough to make her slick with arousal.

And now, in this heightened state, even the slightest provocation would lay bare the deepest, most primal hunger within her.

Let alone such teasing.

Chi Ye’s voice was already pleading, “Mark me, please!”

Hearing her so intoxicated, Chu Jin’s desire burned even fiercer, nearly overwhelming what little reason remained with its wildfire intensity.

No.

No more hesitation.

The next moment, her lips pressed against Chi Ye’s scent gland.

After a moment of rubbing, she slowly parted her lips first with a damp, heated lick, then pressing her canine teeth against the soft flesh.

She bit down.

As fangs pierced skin, potent pheromones surged forth like a raging torrent, flooding through bloodstreams to every extremity in an instant.

The previously frantic Chi Ye gradually regained composure.

This was Chi Ye’s first experience of being marked.

The moment teeth sank into her gland, the pain was quickly replaced by a docile, soothing sensation. All prior urgency and unease smoothed out instantly, as if falling into a warm embrace gentle, comforting, like spring rain nourishing silently.

Her heart felt an unprecedented tranquility.

Yet this peace lasted barely half a minute before her nose caught the faint scent of roses.

Chu Jin’s pheromones.

Now marked, Chi Ye became hypersensitive to them. While temporarily shielded from external pheromonal interference, as if wrapped in an impenetrable barrier this protection came with intensified craving for Chu Jin’s scent.

Her scattered senses, previously darting about like headless flies, now had a clear, singular focus.

The longing returned hundredfold.

She yearned for Chu Jin more desperately now to be held, touched, utterly possessed.

And Chu Jin had no intention of stopping.

She lifted Chi Ye effortlessly, carrying her bridal-style to the bed.

Depositing her none-too-gently onto the mattress, Chu Jin immediately pinned her down.

Expecting calmer resistance, she instead found Chi Ye’s gaze burning hotter than before.

Before Chu Jin could lean down, Chi Ye seized the initiative their lips crashing together with hurricane force, leaving no room for breath, merging perfectly.

Like someone parched near death suddenly finding an oasis, desperate to drink greedily beyond satiation.

With practiced ease, Chu Jin undid her dress. Though not their first intimacy, the sight of that snow-pale skin and graceful curves still captivated her inexplicably.

“I’ll be gentle.” Chu Jin threaded fingers through Chi Ye’s hair while removing the last barriers.

Then kissed her neck.

“Okay.”

Chi Ye’s luminous gaze held both ardor and shyness.

“Don’t fear, darling,” Chu Jin couldn’t resist kissing those lips again.

“You’ll feel wonderful.”

Outside, rain had begun falling unnoticed.

At first fine as silk gentle, delicate droplets composing a soothing melody for restless souls.

The summer night’s humid breeze thickened the air, sticky and salt-tanged, moaning as if something strained to break free.

Drops grew heavier, three merging into one before plunging into Linhe River’s silent expanse.

A relentless downpour now, churning the water’s surface with loud smacks yet the river endured the rain’s wanton assault without protest.

Until a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, instantly shattering the endless night and ushering in a dawn-like brightness.

Only then did the rain gradually subside before finally ceasing.

All that remained were the leaves by the riverside, still glistening with moisture. Droplets slid slowly along the veins of the foliage, leaving watery trails before finally dripping onto the muddy path below.

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