Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Irene felt as though her entire body was burning up in a scorching heat. The estrus that came every spring and autumn tormented her relentlessly. There was no male to spend her heat with, nor any medicine to suppress it.
The remedies circulating in the market were made for humans, not beastkin, so fever reducers were of no use to her. Not that she could have easily afforded them anyway—medicine was expensive to begin with.
But then, cool water flowed into her mouth. She drank it in greedily, the water as cold as ice. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked fervently at the flesh that offered the liquid.
“Good girl. Let’s drink some more.”
The voice was low, almost like a growl, yet its tone was tender. Once more, cool water filled her mouth. Irene gulped it down desperately.
With her heat approaching over the past few days, she had been unable to eat properly. Her body became extremely sensitive before the onset of estrus, and she could not even look at foods with strong smells.
She had wanted to eat fresh fruits and vegetables, but they were too expensive to buy. She had to save money to endure the period of her heat when she could not work, so she had subsisted on nothing but bland barley bread and water.
“Here, open your mouth again.”
The voice remained low and subdued, threatening even, but the gentle tone lowered her guard. Something round slipped between her slightly parted red lips. Feeling the popping texture and the refreshing burst of juice, Irene chewed and swallowed hastily. When another piece of fruit entered her mouth, she accepted it eagerly.
“You need to eat well if you’re going to get through your heat. Being this thin, tsk.”
At the touch of hands kneading her waist and thighs as if they were his own, Irene opened her eyes. Her eyelids lifted slowly, as though weighted down with lead.
The pale blue eyes revealed beneath them were still clouded. That drowsy gaze, as if wandering through a dream, landed upon a pair of pitch-black eyes and gradually widened into circles.
“Wh-Who…”
The man looking down at her was a face she had never seen before. Not only was he unfamiliar, but he was also more beautiful and formidable than any man she had ever laid eyes on.
Like his eyes, his jet-black hair gleamed with a sleek luster. A sharp nose bridge and almond-shaped eyes without double eyelids slanted upward, their long outer corners lending him a fierce edge.
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he met her gaze. Looking utterly pleased that she had opened her eyes, he spoke.
“A cat beastkin…”
At his murmur, as if he were speaking to himself, Irene’s mind snapped back to full alertness. She was certain she had made it home, so why was this man inside her house? Was he a thief? Yet his appearance and attire looked far too refined for that.
A noble? If he were a noble, it made even less sense. Why would such a man be in her shabby little home…
As she stared up at him in a daze, her gaze drifted past him and landed on the ceiling behind him. Her already rounded eyes grew even wider. It was not the shabby wooden ceiling of her house, but a smooth, polished one.
“How…?”
Knox chuckled, as if finding her adorable for being unable to think straight through the haze of heat still clouding her mind.
A female, disheveled beneath his hands! A female beastkin of a species so close to his own, no less.
His mouth watered. He had barely managed to restrain himself because he wanted to fill her stomach before he truly indulged in her, but his c**k was already swollen to the point of bursting.
He wanted to bury his nose in a female’s c**t and revel in her scent. He wanted to drink up the juices that would stream down. It was an instinct carved into his body, even if no one had ever taught him.
That was why he had never once considered bedding a human woman. Their kind and his were drawn together by pheromones, but they were fundamentally different from the very start. They might maintain a human appearance outwardly, but inside, down to their very core, they were entirely different.
After all, they were different species.
That was why Knox considered finding her a greater joy than any reward he had received after the war had ended.
Even as he stared at the female—whose pheromones were so sweet they left a tingling ache in his mouth, as though he were devouring her with his eyes—he diligently slipped more fruit between her lips.
“That’s it, eat well.”
After all, only then can I devour every last inch of you.
There now, you’ll need to eat a little more.
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