Chapter 11: The Chaebol Heir’s Canary — Her Lips, Ripe and Dewy, Made the Mouth Water

Shi Yu thought she just wanted to nuzzle against her. After all, Jiang Qiuyan had always been like this, treating her like a cat to sniff and cuddle.

The two stared at each other wide-eyed, nearly going cross-eyed, and Shi Yu still showed no reaction.

Jiang Qiuyan: …

Getting this little cat to catch on was no easy feat.

She tightened her arm around Shi Yu’s slender waist and pulled her forward, pressing Shi Yu flush against her body.

Their lips brushed lightly. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her breath warm.

Her voice was soft as morning mist, flowing into Shi Yu’s ears like a clear spring. Shi Yu’s back tingled instantly, and her heart gave a shudder.

She tilted her head up and kissed Jiang Qiuyan’s lips, her tongue slipping out naturally for a small lick.

Shi Yu felt as though she’d been bewitched.

Jiang Qiuyan looked down at her, those upturned phoenix eyes tilting even higher, revealing the alpha nature within. Cunning as a fox, greedy as a fox too, wanting to claim every last bit of the person before her.

Lips and tongues entwined, breaths mingling, their breathing growing hurried before they even realized it.

The omega’s sweet pheromones and the alpha’s crisp scent blended together, like standing in a forest after rain. Pine and cedar mingled with floral notes, acting as the most potent catalyst, burning away what remained of their reason.

Frenzy, excitement, delirium…

The air was thick with restless energy.

The kiss shifted from gentle to urgent. Shi Yu’s lips and tongue went numb from the sucking, giving her the absurd sense that a zombie was about to eat her brains out.

She let out a small, displeased huff and pushed Jiang Qiuyan away.

Their lips parted. Both were panting with heads bowed. Shi Yu’s lips were flushed and dewy, ripe as cherries and tempting enough to make the mouth water.

Jiang Qiuyan, unaware that she was being admired just as much, leaned in instinctively. Shi Yu happened to tilt her head up at just the right angle.

Seeing the adoration in Shi Yu’s eyes, Jiang Qiuyan’s gaze filled with laughter. The raging desire beneath was concealed, like a lake with churning undercurrents; no matter how treacherous things were below, the surface remained calm and unruffled.

Shi Yu, unaware that a hungry wolf had its eyes on her, kept clinging to her neck, matching her rhythm to deepen the kiss.

When the little cat walked right into her arms, why would she hold back?

Jiang Qiuyan lifted her onto the kitchen counter in one motion. Her lips drifted to Shi Yu’s cheeks and ears, leaving a trail of possessive kisses.

So fragrant and soft, like a little ball of fluff. She could never get enough.

Shi Yu’s hands slid to her back, fingers clenching involuntarily, crumpling the expensive fabric. Right now, she couldn’t care less. All she could do was fight against the surging tide of desire with everything she had.

The alpha’s pheromones coated her entire body, scorching her skin until it stung. Her gland throbbed and itched, pricked by needle-like pain, and yet she didn’t want to let go.

Perhaps her distress was too obvious, because Jiang Qiuyan stopped.

“Little Yu, is it painful?”

Shi Yu looked at her through lowered lashes. Her dark pupils were veiled in mist, clear waves rippling through those lingering glances.

“It hurts~”

Her voice was thin and fragile, tinged with tears. Jiang Qiuyan’s heart softened at once.

“Baby, don’t cry. I’ll stop, okay?”

Shi Yu shook her head. A tear landed on Jiang Qiuyan’s lips, and she leaned down to lick it away.

“No.”

Jiang Qiuyan couldn’t tell whether Shi Yu was answering her or refusing her. She tentatively traced her back, fingertips counting the ridges of her spine.

“Mm…”

Shi Yu grabbed her head and pressed it against her chest, giving her hips a small, silent roll in wordless urging.

Jiang Qiuyan understood.

She sucked and nibbled at Shi Yu’s collarbone, gently grinding with her teeth until the spot turned crimson, then slowly moved lower…

It wasn’t that she wanted to hurt Shi Yu; it was her fangs that itched.

Whether it was heat or not, the alpha’s instinct to mark an omega never changed. It was just easier to control outside of the rut.

Her sharpened canines pierced the soft flesh over Shi Yu’s heart, drawing a cry of pain. Jiang Qiuyan quickly released her and lifted her head to comfort her, but a hand pressed her back down.

After a silent moment, she bowed her head again, taking the small, bleeding wound into her mouth and sucking gently.

Shi Yu’s neck stretched taut, her slightly arched back making her collarbones stand out even more. The crimson patch deepened considerably, blooming like a flower on her jade-white skin.

Below those smooth lines of shoulder and neck, softness was captured and toyed with. Jiang Qiuyan’s damp lips pecked at her waist, sending shivers cascading through her.

The pine-scented pheromones cut through the heavy floral fragrance, burrowing relentlessly into Shi Yu’s gland. The two pheromones repelled and attracted each other at once, making her feel strange.

Her mind was foggy, and somewhere deep inside there was an inexplicable emptiness.

A voice told her: This isn’t enough.

Jiang Qiuyan felt fingers tighten in her hair and looked up, only to be pulled into Shi Yu’s misty eyes. Those eyes seemed to hold magic; even a single glance was enough to set her heart racing.

“What’s wrong, little sweetheart?” she asked softly.

Shi Yu’s lashes trembled slightly. The mist in her eyes gathered into droplets, clinging to her lower lids as if about to fall.

“I don’t want it like this…”

Jiang Qiuyan’s lips curved. “Then what do you want?”

Shi Yu was too embarrassed to speak. In her nervousness, her grip tightened, yanking Jiang Qiuyan backward.

“Baby, are you trying to pull me bald?”

Shi Yu’s mind was in such a muddle that she didn’t even register the affectionate endearment. She sat up straight, looked down at Jiang Qiuyan, and took her hand to her lips.

Under Jiang Qiuyan’s astonished gaze, she opened her mouth and took two slender fingers in.

A soft tongue slid between her fingers, coating her fair hand in saliva. Jiang Qiuyan’s heart hammered, her fingertips trembling with excitement.

The soft tip of a tongue curled around those slender fingers as the omega said, voice muffled: “This one… put it in.”