69: 69 A Crazy Night

69 A Crazy Night

Catherine's POV:

"Ding!"

The black armor clashed against my bed, producing a crisp sound.

"Who would have thought the cold-hearted General Bud would lie on my bed like a hungry hawk?"

I straddled his waist, facing Bud's hot gaze, slowly unbuttoning his clothes until his chest was exposed.

As I touched something hard between his thighs, Bud suddenly sat up, gripping my shoulders.

"Catherine, are you... really sure about this?"

He strained to suppress his voice, his facial muscles twitching, and his eyes flickering with struggle.

His hands met mine and I felt his calluses from training. They're radiating burning heat.

I almost burst into laughter. We were already lying in bed, and he thought I was joking?

I remained silent, slowly leaning over.

"Open your eyes, Bud. I want you to see how I'm going to 'eat' you."

A sensual warmth enveloped my face.

My face descended towards his lower half. Through the fabric, I traced the shape of his aroused member with my tongue.

Saliva wetted his pants as I repeatedly outlined the form of that already erect, big shape.

I closed my eyes. His d.ick grew in my mouth. I felt a slight discomfort in my throat, but I held back. I desired him, and my wolf had long been eager for her mate.

I have never told anyone, but Bud and I both know this secret.

From the moment I reached adulthood, my wolf knew Bud was my mate.

To me, Bud is like a precious gift bestowed upon me by the Moon Goddess. His scent is so distinct, impossible for me to ignore. Whenever he's around, my gaze unconsciously follows him.

Perhaps Bud doesn't know that every moment I spend with him leaves me thirsty. To keep this secret from my father, I always push him away with mockery and anger. Because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, and I'm afraid my father will harm him.

But now, as I'm about to leave him, I allow myself to do something crazy.

I deepthroated his d.ick, letting his pulsating veins leave shallow imprints on the walls of my mouth.

"...F.uck!"

I heard Bud's suppressed yet gratified voice above me. His hands gripping my shoulders opened uncontrollably.

His palms were slightly sweaty.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my General?"

His p.enis was coated in my saliva. My fingers caressed his exposed skin. My voice carried a faint huskiness as I extended my tongue to lick the sweat off his forehead.

"Catherine, I'm concerned about your wounds," Bud's broad chest rose and fell intensely. His bright eyes, dampened by sweat, locked onto mine.

To me, these injuries meant little. But Bud would fret over every mark on my body, even though he knew they would heal.

"It's alright. I want you to hurt me, Bud," I nibbled on his earlobe, causing it to redden.

"Catherine..." Bud's nostrils flared, his muscles tensed, and he seemed incredulous.

"Don't play ignorant, my General."

"You should know, Catherine, once I start, I won't stop."

I gazed into Bud's deep eyes and then smiled. A tempest brewed within his brown orbs.

Bud remained silent, abruptly gripping my neck and sealing my mouth with his tongue. He breathed heavily, pressing me down beneath him. His large hands tore at my clothes in a frenzy.

The General was completely overwhelmed by lust, losing all rationality.

I opened my eyes and looked at his face near my chest, smiling gently.

Be addicted to me, and fall in love with me. I will do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires, my mate.

Our skin was hot, as if set on fire. Each contact between us raised our body temperatures, increasing our mutual craving.

“What should I do? Catherine, I hate how I crave you. Is it only by making love that you'll be with me forever?" Bud's palm continued to caress my skin.

He almost devoured my breasts. Yet, even so, he remained unsatisfied.

"Is that so? How about this?" I gripped his chest with my fingers and moved my waist in a twisting motion.

I didn't know how I appeared in his eyes. But with his kisses, I felt his d.ick slowly entering my body.

At the moment of his full penetration, an unparalleled sense of satisfaction engulfed me.

I have you now, Bud. This thought greatly excited me. I began to slowly sway my hips.

"Catherine, ah," Bud moaned, his face turning red.

"Mark me, Bud. We are mates, aren't we?" I whispered like a seductive demon, leaving wet kisses on his ear.

"Catherine, my Catherine, if this is what you want, I can." Bud caressed my neck, simultaneously f.ucking me and kissing my neck.

We are mates.

On the day I discovered this secret, I warned him never to speak of it. It was a form of rejection, but more importantly, it was a way to protect him.

But nobody knew how much I longed to be marked by him. His teeth slowly sank into my neck.

"Ah!~"

I let out a cry of pain. In an instant, the wounds on my back started bleeding again, staining the white bedsheets.

The moon moved westward, casting its light into every corner of the bedroom.

The roses outside the window witnessed our blood-stained lovemaking on the bed.

Bud pressed me beneath him, his tense back arched like a bow, and I moaned beneath him. We feel like we will never be apart.. ...

……

In the morning, the breeze rustled the white curtains on the window, and rose petals fell on Bud's sleeping face.

I lay in his embrace, gazing at his sleeping features.

Bud's scent was still alluring, but it was no longer the fragrance of resin. It now resembled the aroma of roses melted by intense heat.

"Squeak, squeak." 0

The sound of a bird's chirping made me open my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and stretched lazily. A messenger pigeon with a golden thread tied to its leg flew to my window.

Damn Kral! Why did he choose this moment to deliver a message?

This morning was supposed to be our peaceful time, just for me and Bud. We don't have much time to embrace each other.

"Prince Kral... Are you going to see him?" He asked.

Bud had already opened his eyes without me noticing. He looked at the bird, his eyes growing dark.

pqdm.com