Chapter 106: The Insecure Tsundere Canary Alpha

“It really is form-fitting.”

Jiang Li gazed at her reflection in the mirror and lifted the two thin straps hanging off her shoulders a bit higher. The white camisole nightgown traced the curves of her body perfectly.

Given the difference in build between her and Li Huan, this dress clearly wasn’t Li Huan’s own—it was something Li Huan had specially kept at home for her.

A long premeditated scheme.

A flicker of doubt passed through the eyes reflected in the mirror, only to vanish in the next blink.

Whatever schemes Li Huan had in mind, Jiang Li knew she wouldn’t be the one losing out tonight.

She pushed open the door, and a rush of thick steam billowed out from the bathroom behind her. Jiang Li’s gaze immediately locked onto a pair of predatory eyes. The woman lounged there with her legs crossed, a vast expanse of pale skin exposed across her thighs and chest.

Jiang Li paused mid-step.

The gaze that landed on her felt like a serpent’s tongue flicking out slowly, inching down her body—especially lingering on her bare skin.

Li Huan didn’t bother hiding her desire at all.

“You might still remember what you said earlier. Tonight, you’re the one getting slept.”

As Jiang Li walked over, she glanced at the bathrobe Li Huan had wrapped tightly around herself, then down at her own nightgown with its generous swaths of exposed skin. An eyebrow arched upward.

Jiang Li thought Li Huan might consider trying on this camisole nightgown herself—it would accentuate her figure to the maximum.

She mumbled a casual acknowledgment that came out a bit stuffy. Then Li Huan boldly extended her arms toward Jiang Li, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “So, Li Li, carry me to bed.”

Her frame was slender, so the request sounded perfectly reasonable on her lips. But…

Jiang Li quirked the corner of her mouth. “Aren’t you making an excessive demand of an Omega whose body was frail for five years and only recently recovered?”

Even if Li Huan was slim, Jiang Li’s body—which had been dormant before restarting its functions—couldn’t possibly lift her.

Li Huan let out a low tsk, her lower lip caught irritably between her teeth. She watched the beautiful figure drifting past her, tantalizingly close yet untouchable—not even for a hug.

She wanted to be held. She wanted to touch Li Li…

“Hm? Li Li…”

“Shut up.”

The hand Li Huan had extended was suddenly seized by a wrist still damp with steam and pulled backward. The emotions Li Huan had been wallowing in snapped to attention under the warmth of an embrace.

Jiang Li had pulled her into her arms.

The familiar scent of body wash wafted from Jiang Li’s skin. Li Huan’s shoulders relaxed in satisfaction as she wrapped her arms around the slim waist and nuzzled against it rhythmically, inhaling Jiang Li’s fragrance.

It was her body wash—Li Li was covered in her scent.

The floral aroma assaulted her nostrils. Unable to hold back her excitement, Li Huan rubbed her shoulder against Jiang Li.

Seeing how Li Huan’s bathrobe was being nudged off in large patches—revealing swaths of pale skin on her back—Jiang Li pinched her fingertips and couldn’t resist reaching out to pull the fabric back up.

“Don’t move.”

The person in her arms settled down obediently.

Now Jiang Li could hold her steadily. She lowered her lashes and gazed at Li Huan, her expression softening with a hint of complexity.

Lifting Li Huan entirely was impossible for her, but… she couldn’t bear seeing the frustration and agitation on Li Huan’s face.

Li Huan had changed so much from before—now she was outstanding and beautiful—yet she still made that kind of expression just because she couldn’t get a hug from Jiang Li.

Jiang Li didn’t like seeing Li Huan like that, so she naturally gave in to her softening heart.

Fine. She couldn’t carry her, but a hug was just a hug.

Taking a few steps closer, Jiang Li grabbed the arms Li Huan had extended toward her. She knelt between Li Huan’s legs and drew her into her embrace.

Their soft bodies pressed together, body heat and scents mingling in the quiet air, laced with the woman’s fragrance and a faint trace of pheromones.

The spot where her cheek nestled was unbelievably soft. The heartbeat thumping clearly in her ear was real. Inhaling the rich fragrance at the tip of her nose, she naturally moved to the next step.

She wrapped her arms around the woman in her hold and offered her a kiss.

The Alpha was determined to drag her into a sea of desire named Li Huan.

“It’s fine. Anything goes.”

The palm pressing on her shoulder flinched away as if scalded by fire from her upward climb. Li Huan recaptured that hand and placed it back, murmuring affectionately against Jiang Li’s cheek.

The distinct ridges of her spine rippled under the bathrobe as she leaned forward, tracing a beautiful arc before settling again.

Li Huan’s kiss landed abruptly, carrying an impatient edge.

Starting from her chin, she kissed bit by bit toward the corner of her lips. When she sensed the tension in that cheek, a spark of delight flashed between Li Huan’s raised brows.

It was the familiar reaction of the Eldest Miss—startled by a sudden kiss.

Unabashed, Li Huan let her actions grow more wanton, hoping to draw the Jiang Li before her into her rhythm.

“Just like this. Hurt me. Leave more marks on my body. Make me utterly yours alone.”

Alphas were inherently despicable in their possessiveness, which bubbled up ceaselessly. Li Huan caressed Jiang Li’s cheek and pressed a kiss to her trembling eyelid.

She pleaded so earnestly, her eyes shining with raw yearning as she gazed at Jiang Li. The aloof beauty who’d teased her since they met was now bowing her head, seeking something uniquely hers.

Jiang Li’s heart stirred in that instant.

Her eyes, brushed by butterfly kisses, swirled with confusion. Her fair cheeks flushed as they drew near Li Huan. Those usually clear, crystalline eyes now gleamed with desire that made Li Huan’s heart tremble.

“You might hurt, but I won’t stop.”

The Eldest Miss she’d coveted for years now braced against her shoulders. With a captivating flush on her face, she loomed over Li Huan and declared it.

Who could say such things while looking at her so tenderly?

Li Huan thought to herself, chuckling lightly as she offered herself up.

“As you wish.”

In truth, the five years Jiang Li had spent treating her body had made her remarkably compatible with Li Huan now—at least in terms of their physical coordination.

Was pleasing an Alpha always this easy?

With just a light touch from Jiang Li, the woman in her arms arched fiercely as if doused in scalding water. The hand Jiang Li had placed on her lower back slipped away.

“Li Li, touch me more.”

It wasn’t enough—not nearly enough.

Her abdomen and thighs tensed from those shallow caresses, and with a full-body shudder, cedar-scented fluids spilled forth. Jiang Li looked innocently at Li Huan’s flushed cheeks and withdrew the hand that had been kneading the soft mound.

She couldn’t be blamed for this. With Li Huan making such expressions nonstop under her touch, anyone would want to keep going.

Unconsciously gripping harder, circling instinctively, wanting to pour all her strength into it.

With her fingertip grazing the pert little bud standing erect before her, Jiang Li—ever considerate, wanting to share every sensation with the woman beneath her for the first time—lowered her eyes and murmured.

“It’s so soft. It has little bumps when I touch it. When I…”

Her words cut off mid-sentence. Li Huan reached out and clapped a hand over Jiang Li’s lips, displeasure etching her brows at the interruption.

Li Huan leaned in close, her voice hoarse and raspy with restraint. “Li Li, at a time like this, that mouth of yours should be doing something else.”

Li Huan had always ignited easily around Jiang Li.

She was an Alpha—a Alpha who hadn’t touched her longed-for Omega in five years. Both she and her pheromones burned with the urge to devour the woman before her.

The cedar pheromones surged wildly through the room, enveloping Jiang Li and desperately trying to burrow into her body, marking it with her scent.

Li Huan had reeled her onto the boat not for mere touches—she wanted more.

“Rougher. Devour me whole, okay?”

Strands of hair draped at her side. Jiang Li dazedly trailed her fingertips along Li Huan’s cheek. Those eyes staring up at her brimmed with surging desire, burning hotly.

Jiang Li suppressed the tremor in her throat and agreed.

Devouring an Alpha who’d schemed so hard to deliver herself was effortless. The only difficulty? Her overwhelming eagerness.

Two long legs draped beside her face. After some thought, Jiang Li drew inspiration from Li Huan’s earlier words.

Li Huan had frozen her pheromones into ice and stuffed them all inside.

Now, Jiang Li was right there, but that didn’t stop her from using the frozen ice Li Huan had already made.

After all, it contained her own pheromones too—making it hers in a way.

“Li… Li! Ha… W-wait… wait…”

Jiang Li slowly pushed a chunk of frozen ice inside with her fingertip. Li Huan’s reaction was intense. Jiang Li leaned in closer and nudged it deeper bit by bit.

Colliding again with the cold sharpness after so long untouched, the flood of sensations erupted—indistinct pain mingling with pleasure. Li Huan curled in place uncontrollably.

No chance to relax before more assaulted her tongue.

“Li Li!”

Clenching her fists, nails digging into her palms—the pain in her hands paled against the shock in her heart. Li Huan’s calves clamped around Jiang Li as she looked down in surprise.

This was Jiang Li’s first time doing something like this. She was fully immersed, ignoring the darkening gaze falling from above.

Between searing heat and biting cold came a soft tongue.

Nimble and insistent, it pressed against the ice and pushed it deeper. Curiosity drove Jiang Li to angle it from every direction, driving it in further.

Fluids gushed out. The ice slipped on her tongue, evading her grasp only to brush scorching folds—touch and retreat, then hook unexpectedly.

She was going mad.

Uncertain where the next lick would land, Li Huan’s calves trembled with soreness. Her body itched and tingled. A fleeting joy snatched by Jiang Li’s tongue turned to greater emptiness the next second.

Cold and heat intertwined with Jiang Li’s warmth—even the hard, small ice block melted and shrank before long, vanishing entirely.

Far more torturous than simple teasing.

The melted pheromones were what she’d craved before, but now they were just droplets among countless others, slipping away unnoticed.

Epiphyllum pheromones rampaged through her body, entering in this novel form and circulating wildly.

Poor Li Huan—her already heightened desire soared higher from the clashing pheromones darting through her numb limbs, impossible to quench.

Unmasked gasps filled her ears, laced with her own name now and then. Jiang Li pressed her thighs together and pinched another ice chunk with damp fingertips.

“The pheromones inside here… aren’t quite enough.”

A vague murmur amid her muddled thoughts. Li Huan, mind hazy, dimly saw Jiang Li bite the ice into her mouth.

A crisp “crunch” echoed as the ice shattered between her teeth.

Time lost meaning. When Li Huan next met Jiang Li’s tongue, her body shuddered violently. She yanked at Jiang Li’s hair, going rigid.

The tongue, chilled from the ice, carried residual cold—unlike the block, it obeyed its owner’s whims, reaching wherever desired.

Cool tongue, hot fluids—linked by Jiang Li, the surging pheromones tangled in the tight space.

Rich pheromones flowing from Jiang Li’s tongue were greedily claimed by contracting muscles, soaking into Li Huan’s body.

An unprecedented sensation.

For the inexperienced Li Huan, it was overwhelming.

So she lay back contentedly on the bed, basking in Jiang Li’s aftercare, directing her freely to tend to various spots.

Until a phone call came through, and Li Huan’s face darkened instantly.

Fresh from their intimate encounter with Jiang Li, she had no desire for interruptions.

Especially not from Li Si.

But Jiang Li had already approached at the sound of the ring, her face marked with obvious bite marks left by Li Huan.

“It’s Li Si?”

Look at that—no need to check the name to know who it was.

Li Huan’s expression soured further.