Chapter 20 (NSFW) - Ange, My Angel
Translator's Note:
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Here you go, and I wish you a good read.
The First Night (6)
"Amber… hurry… do something…"
Amber managed to get Ange to the bed, sitting him down gently. But now, he crouched in the corner of the room, keeping his distance.
"Ange… please… don't look at me."
The curtains in the motel room were thin, letting the outside light spill in without mercy.
Amber's body had changed.
Dark fur covered his skin, beastly ears protruded from his head, and a fluffy tail swayed behind him. He could no longer hide what he was, but even so, he still hesitated to show this side of himself to Ange.
"What are you saying? We've come this far. I'm not some delicate girl—get over it."
Ange's body was burning, overwhelmed by a heat he couldn't control. Any embarrassment was long forgotten as he removed his clothes, leaving him bare as he walked toward the trembling black wolf in the corner.
"Amber, I love you. I always have."
Wrapping his arms around Amber's large frame from behind, Ange leaned in close, whispering softly into his beast-like ears.
"Now, take me. Make me yours."
He lifted his face, brushing his lips against Amber's, teasing a kiss, the sharp canine teeth barely visible in the moonlight.
"Ange…" Amber's voice was strained, but his strong arms found their way around Ange's back, pulling him close in a tight embrace.
"Are you not afraid of me?"
"Not at all."
The black fur, so different from Ian's, was beautiful and fierce. If the white wolf was a god, then the black one was a soldier—noble and strong.
"You look cool," Ange murmured with a smile, and Amber couldn't hold back any longer. He kissed Ange fiercely, their lips crashing together, tongues intertwining, sending waves of heat through their bodies.
For the first time, Ange felt the intense pull of his heat, his body responded, and he felt hot mucus slowly overflow from the depths of his anus, just with a kiss.
They had been drawn to each other from the start, a part of them always knowing this moment would come. Instinctively, they knew how to touch, where to kiss. Every caress brought a flush of red to Ange's skin, and a sweet floral scent filled the air around them.
Amber pressed his tip against Ange's entrance, now dripping wet, and in one firm thrust, he buried himself deep inside. Ange's back arched beautifully, his body responding with a stronger, more intoxicating scent.
They moved together, again and again, their bodies rising and falling in waves of passion, lost to the primal rhythm of their desires. Each time Amber reached his peak, he had to bite down the urge to mark Ange, to claim him.
But on that last, dizzying high, he couldn't hold back anymore. As Ange's slender, pale neck lay exposed before him, Amber's sharp teeth brushed the skin.
"Do it, Amber. Bite me. Make me yours, completely," Ange whispered breathlessly, his tone commanding despite the softness of his voice.
Hearing the older Omega's words in that demanding tone, Amber couldn't resist. His canine teeth lengthened into sharp fangs, and with a deep growl, he sank them into the soft skin of Ange's neck, leaving a mark that would never fade.
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