Making love with Song Nanyin was something special. This specialness wasn’t only because the other woman was an Alpha, but even more because she was a partner who fit her perfectly.

Liu Zhaoran had had plenty of excellent bed partners, women among them, but none had ever been this satisfying. She thought hard about the reason and couldn’t find a definite answer, so Liu Zhaoran simply attributed it to Song Nanyin being special.

The Little Lion smelled wonderful, without any of an Alpha’s oppressive presence. Even now, in the middle of her heat cycle, she carried a softness that made her seem easy to bully. Her breath sprayed against the back of Liu Zhaoran’s neck, and her somewhat hurried bites were tinged with panic.

This was the first time Liu Zhaoran had been marked since she began having heat cycles. The sensations she had once read about in textbooks became real, and only now did she understand that being marked by an Alpha felt like this.

At the very first bite, she felt some panic and fear, but as Song Nanyin’s pheromones gradually invaded, the scorching thirst deep within was slowly soothed. It was like drinking a cup of hot water. The liquid entered through the throat and flowed through the body along a remarkably clear path.

Song Nanyin’s pheromones were like that too, seeping in through the scent gland opening, little by little dissolving the desire burning inside her.

Marking looked like a ritual in which an Alpha claimed an Omega, but in truth, an Alpha could also derive pleasure from marking an Omega. It was mutual gratification, and their messy breaths and tight embrace were the best proof.

“Mmm… Team Leader Song, Team Leader Song…” Liu Zhaoran sighed with satisfaction, the pleasure in her body making her call Song Nanyin’s name over and over.

She actually really liked calling her that during sex, because the Little Lion would get shy when she heard it, and that seductive, brilliantly beautiful face would always reveal an expression of shame that didn’t fit her persona at all.

Wasn’t that fun?

Too bad she currently had her back to Song Nanyin and couldn’t see her expression, but her body gave her the answer.

The little member buried inside her had swollen somewhat. Aided by the heat cycle and the surging tide of passion, it was bigger than before. It was buried so deep that each thrust pounded the pubic bone against her buttocks, their fluid-slicked skin meeting in crisp, wet slaps.

It was obscene, and utterly lewd.

The normal reaction to something like this should have been shame. But Liu Zhaoran never judged herself by normal standards. She liked this feeling, believing that this sensation of two bodies intermingling was meant to be steeped in eroticism.

Sex was a matter between adults, and she loved the unique sense of wantonness between herself and Song Nanyin. Liu Zhaoran didn’t mind her own wantonness being glimpsed by Song Nanyin, and in the same way, she wanted to see Song Nanyin cast off all restraint.

This was something between the two of them.

So she clenched her buttocks, tightening around the thing that had given her so much pleasure. Liu Zhaoran twisted her waist, rising and falling with Song Nanyin’s rhythm. Beside her curled toes, a single drop of moisture fell, noiseless, gradually spreading into a tide of desire.

“Team Leader Song, you’ve gotten bigger. Mmm… deeper, hold me… push in deeper.” Liu Zhaoran arched her hips higher, taking Song Nanyin’s hand and placing it on her belly, letting her feel the spasms in her lower abdomen.

This rhythm was actually very sensual, especially when two people were bared to each other and utterly intimate. It added a touch of tenderness to the act of lovemaking.

Song Nanyin’s face was red, and between her lips and teeth was nothing but the fragrant scent from the back of Liu Zhaoran’s neck. She was certain this wasn’t her imagination. When she had bitten down just now, she had indeed tasted Liu Zhaoran’s flavor.

Scalding, rich, and unmistakably flooding her mouth.

Song Nanyin wanted to bite again, but Liu Zhaoran dodged and wrapped her arms tightly around her.

Fine. If the Black-Hearted Lotus wouldn’t let her, she wouldn’t bite.

“Team Leader Song seems to really enjoy biting me today. So, have you finally reverted to the true nature of a lion, a carnivorous beast?” Liu Zhaoran deliberately turned her head, moving her scent gland opening away from Song Nanyin’s lips.

She already had all the pheromones she needed. The shallow marking Song Nanyin had just left was enough to see her through this heat cycle in complete satisfaction. Liu Zhaoran needed Song Nanyin’s pheromones and marking, but that didn’t mean she was willing to be permanently marked by her.

“What? Who’s a lion?” Brought back to her senses by the remark, Song Nanyin asked her. But even as she said it, she felt a little guilty inside.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her today. Every so often, her consciousness would drift, and in those moments, only one thought filled her mind: to possess Liu Zhaoran, to claim her, to do every intimate thing with her.

Thinking of how she had pressed the woman against a tree in the hot spring pool, and just now against the glass, biting and gnawing, Song Nanyin felt like someone bewitched by Liu Zhaoran. When Liu Zhaoran whispered in her ear, she would lose herself for her.

“Your hair is very pretty, Team Leader Song, but it’s a bit unruly. And your personality is like a lion’s, too, quick to lose its temper.” Liu Zhaoran said slowly, her tone laced with low, ragged breaths. Perhaps to make conversation easier, their movements slowed slightly.

Slow thrusts in, lingering withdrawals. Even at this force and speed, it was extremely pleasurable. The full little member rubbed against her tender flesh and earth veins, brushing every sensitive fold. The feeling of being filled was blissful, whether fast or slow.

“Saying it like that makes me sound so bad-tempered. Isn’t it all because of you, always loving to bully me? You, ah…” Before Song Nanyin could finish, her body shuddered and her knees suddenly buckled.

Her eyes welled with tears, and she bit Liu Zhaoran’s shoulder lightly in retaliation. Fine, then. If she was a lion, she would bite to show Liu Zhaoran. The Black-Hearted Lotus was utterly wicked, suddenly clenching like that. That one move almost sent her over the edge.

So good. It felt so, so good.

“Can you not be so wicked? You know I can’t take that.” Song Nanyin buried her face at Liu Zhaoran’s shoulder, her voice muffled, her wild, tousled golden hair washed pale by the moonlight.

Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran smiled slightly.

“Sorry. I just felt so tingly just now, I couldn’t hold back. Team Leader Song, do you think the people over on the beach could see us having sex here? Even if their eyesight isn’t great, there must be people who can see far, right? If someone points a phone this way, could they capture the two of us?”

Liu Zhaoran spoke softly, and these words made Song Nanyin’s body tense up. She glanced at the distant beach. At this distance, it wasn’t really all that far. Someone with good eyesight might really be able to see them, let alone with a phone.

A sudden sense of crisis made alarm bells ring loudly in Song Nanyin’s mind. Her face flushed crimson, and she flusteredly tried to pull the little member out, but Liu Zhaoran clenched around her, refusing to let her pull out.

“What are you afraid of, Team Leader Song? Even if… even if someone sees, they’d be seeing my body. They’d see my breasts, see the marks you left on them. They’d see me arching my hips, my vagina holding your…”

Liu Zhaoran was suddenly silenced by a hand over her mouth, cutting off those lewd words. Feeling the palm land on her lips, Liu Zhaoran smiled and darted out the tip of her tongue to lick it.

The next moment, the little member inside her was abruptly pulled out, her body flipped over and pulled onto the bed. Before she could react, the scalding thing was pushed back inside her. This time, it went deeper than any time before.

“Ah… Team Leader Song… gently… you’re hurting me.”

“Hmph, you… you know what pain feels like? Do you think I’d believe that? If you let people at the company find out you’re like this in private, we’ll see how you keep up your goddess act.”

Song Nanyin’s face was flushed bright red, as if she still hadn’t recovered from Liu Zhaoran’s words. She turned her head away, too embarrassed to look at her, but her body was driven by desire, slamming into the other woman again and again.

Song Nanyin couldn’t deny the pleasure that doing this with Liu Zhaoran brought, and even less could she deny Liu Zhaoran’s charm. She felt she must be broken, to be so bothered by what the other woman had just said.

She didn’t like Liu Zhaoran saying such things. She hated the thought of anyone other than herself seeing Liu Zhaoran’s body. It all felt utterly detestable to her, so she wouldn’t let Liu Zhaoran say any more.

“Mmm… I… Team Leader Song misunderstood me. I never said I was a goddess. Ah… I love it when Team Leader Song does me like this, it feels so good… Haah… Team Leader Song is thrusting against my cervix. Sorry, Team Leader Song, I… I might come soon.”

Liu Zhaoran loved sharing how she felt in bed, and she especially loved telling Song Nanyin when she was about to come. Although Song Nanyin always verbally condemned such wanton behavior, in her heart, she was utterly in love with Liu Zhaoran in this state.

Liu Zhaoran was beautiful right before she came. As for how beautiful, Song Nanyin felt the words she knew could hardly begin to describe it.

A body before climax was fragile. The slightest touch was enough to make it crumble. Liu Zhaoran wouldn’t close her eyes because the pleasure was too intense. She would gaze at Song Nanyin with gentle, lingering black eyes, as if they were lovers deeply in love.

Song Nanyin used to feel shy and would actively avoid Liu Zhaoran’s gaze. But now, she was captivated by those misty, watery eyes and even forgot to look away.

Her body’s instinct drove her to thrust into Liu Zhaoran again and again, watching the other woman come undone from her claiming. Liu Zhaoran’s breathing grew faster, broken and loose.

“Zhaoran, Liu Zhaoran.” Song Nanyin softly called her name, thinking once again that this form of address sounded better than Black-Hearted Lotus. Her lower back went numb and tingly as she sank in deeper, countless fluids splashing out from where they were joined, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Their heartbeats grew fiercer, and neither of them noticed that the pheromones around them had completely merged, forming a rare, perfect compatibility.

Before climax, the body’s sensitivity and engorgement reached an unprecedented state of saturation. The little member, swollen a size larger, could at last, at moments like this, just barely touch the cervix with every thrust.

Fierce, surging strokes. The soft, rounded tip repeatedly lapped at the cervix. Between them, it became a union of kissing and sucking. Song Nanyin felt her lower back go numb, nearly driven mad by the tingling at her tip. Her eyes reddened, tears gathering within them.

“Zhaoran, I… mm… mmm…”

The Little Lion was crying. She always loved to shed tears at every climax, and as it happened, Liu Zhaoran loved her this way. The two held each other tightly, their compatible bodies giving each other the deepest gifts.

Song Nanyin trembled violently, and Liu Zhaoran pressed her own equally spasming belly against hers. The Omega’s cervix opened wide, greedily absorbing the passion the Alpha gave her.

Scalding, thick, and plentiful.

And naturally, the Little Lion’s tears were plentiful as well.

“Team Leader Song really does love to cry.” Liu Zhaoran held her close. In the afterglow of their climax, their breaths intermingled, their low murmurs like the sweetest words of love.

“Oh, shut up. I wasn’t crying. That was just water from my eyes.”

Hearing Song Nanyin’s feeble excuse, Liu Zhaoran smiled faintly.

If she said it was water, then water it was.