Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 263: Episode 261: A Night With Syris

The Manor was finally quiet.

It took nearly an hour, but Roxy had successfully wrangled the children into their respective beds. Drax had fallen asleep with one wing draped protectively over Axel and Onyx’s mattress, while Iris and Tanith were curled together in a pile of soft blankets in the girls’ room.

With the Manor plunged into the quiet dark of the night, the crushing weight of exhaustion finally settled into Roxy’s bones.

She stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, pulling the oversized cotton shirt tighter around her thighs. Her plan was simple: walk straight to the guest room at the end of the hall, crawl into the bed Syris had prepared, and immediately pass out.

She wouldn’t give him a single chance.

But as she turned the corner, Zarek stood blocking the corridor. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. He didn’t want her to go.

But she was going either way.

"Move, Zarek," Roxy said flatly, too tired to entertain his territorial brooding.

"No," Zarek rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the floorboards beneath her bare feet. He uncrossed his arms, taking a slow, menacing step toward her. "You belong in the master suite. With me. You are not sleeping in a guest bed."

"I told you downstairs," Roxy countered, standing her ground and tilting her chin up to meet his glare. "I am angry at all of you. You acted like absolute fools today instead of preparing for the Wither-Rot. You need to sit down, shut up, and self-reflect on your priorities."

Zarek’s nostrils flared, a wisp of dark smoke curling into the air. A deep, guttural growl built in the back of his throat, a primal sound of resistance meant to make any lesser creature submit instantly.

But Roxy wasn’t a lesser creature anymore.

Roxy didn’t back down. She squared her shoulders, opened her mouth and growled right back at him.

It wasn’t as loud as his, but it was fierce, laced with an undeniable, unyielding authority.

Zarek actually flinched.

He blinked, his imposing posture breaking for a fraction of a second in pure shock. His mate, his soft, human mate, had just bared her teeth and challenged him. The sheer audacity of it completely short-circuited his anger, replacing it with a sudden, overwhelming surge of curiosity.

His shoulders slumped, the fiery glow in his eyes dimming into a look of deep, miserable longing.

"I hate it," Zarek confessed, his voice dropping to a rough, ragged whisper. "I hate the thought of you spending the night in another man’s arms after you have just returned. Especially tonight. My beast is restless, Roxann. I want you where I can see you."

Roxy’s fierce expression softened. She stepped into his space, reaching up to rest a hand flat against his warm, muscular chest.

She didn’t know when he started calling her that, because only Kaelen usually did that, but hearing him like that felt like sin.

"Zarek, we have been through this," Roxy said gently but firmly. "You knew what this pack was when we formed it. Syris is your brother in arms, and he is my mate too. You cannot be difficult about this. Not now. Instead of brooding over who I am sleeping next to, I need you to focus your energy on brainstorming for me. We need a cure. I need you sharp."

Zarek pressed his lips into a thin, unhappy line, clearly torn between his territorial instincts and his duty to her survival. He looked down at her, his jaw clenching.

Roxy didn’t give him time to argue further. She leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his frowning lips. Before he could wrap his massive arms around her and trap her there, she ducked under his shoulder and rushed past him down the hallway.

She reached the heavy wooden door of the guest room, her hand grasping the iron handle.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open from the inside.

Before Roxy could even register what was happening, a thick, incredibly powerful coil of emerald-green scales whipped out of the darkness. Syris’s tail wrapped securely around her waist. With a single, fluid motion, she was yanked off her feet and pulled into the pitch-black room.

The lock turned, sealing the door shut.

Zarek stood in the hallway, sighed heavily in defeat and left, he would have her again surely, after all the snake beast had been good to her, he will allow this.

Roxy gasped as she fell forward, tumbling directly into a massive, twisting nest of thick snake coils. The bed had been pushed aside; Syris had built a literal nest of furs and blankets on the floor right in front of the roaring fireplace. The room was warm.

She landed softly against his scales. Above her, Syris hovered, his long, dark hair falling like a curtain around his face.

His vertical green pupils were blown wide, giving his eyes a hazy, heavily intoxicated appearance. His forked tongue slithered out, tasting the air near her cheek, picking up the lingering scent of her anger and her exhaustion.

"I was waiting for you, little mouse," Syris hissed, his voice a purr that sent a shiver straight down her spine.

"I’m sorry," Roxy breathed, reaching up to run a hand through his silky hair, her thumb gently cupping his sharp cheekbone. His skin was incredibly cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the room. "I’m sorry for coming late. Zarek intercepted me."

Syris hummed, leaning his face into her palm. He closed his eyes, nuzzling against her neck. His cool lips pressed against her collarbone, and his tongue darted out, running a slow, wet trail up the sensitive column of her neck and across the shell of her ear.

Roxy went completely rigid.

Her muscles locked up. Her breathing hitched in her chest. The horrifying realization she had downstairs, the fact that Syris had two hefty dicks, flashed vividly in her mind. Her body, already battered and bruised from Kaelen, Zarek, Torian, and Ren, braced itself for an onslaught she knew she physically couldn’t survive.

Syris stopped instantly.

He pulled back, his hazy eyes sharpening as he looked down at her terrified, tense expression. He didn’t look angry or rejected. He looked deeply, profoundly understanding.

"Shh," Syris murmured, his cool hands coming up to gently cup her face. "Relax, Roxy. Unclench your jaw. I am not going to hurt you."

He shifted his massive lower half, uncoiling just enough to lay her flat against the soft furs, before wrapping his tail securely but gently around her legs, cocooning her in a cocoon of smooth scales.

"I want nothing more than to be close to you like this," Syris assured her, his voice a steady, hypnotic rhythm. "You are radiating heat, my Queen. I simply want to bask in you. You shouldn’t worry about anything tonight."

Roxy let out a long, shaky breath, the terrifying tension draining out of her limbs. She felt incredibly touched. For a Beastman to put his mating instincts entirely on hold just to offer comfort was a massive testament to his devotion. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Syris settled down beside her, pulling her back flush against his chest. He cradled her entirely within his coils, making her feel small, protected, and deeply wanted.

Then, his hands went to work.

Unlike Torian and Ren, who had used a massage as a gateway to absolute debauchery, Syris’s touch was entirely restorative. His cool, long fingers found the tight, knotted muscles in her lower back.

He pressed firmly, his thumbs working out the deep aches left by the relentless pounding of the other Alphas. He moved to her hips, his cool skin providing immediate relief to her bruised and tender flesh.

It wasn’t because he wanted to fuck her. It was because he wanted to grant her release from the two days of being thoroughly, savagely claimed by the pack.

Roxy melted. The combination of the sauna-like room, the heavy, comforting weight of his coils, and his expert hands dissolving her pain was pure magic. She let out a soft, contented sigh, her eyelids drooping heavily.

She felt incredibly guilty. Here he was, taking care of her, warming himself with her body heat, while she knew his own beast was likely starving for the same intimacy the others had taken.

Roxy shifted slightly in his arms, turning her head to look at him in the dim firelight.

"Syris," Roxy murmured, her voice thick with sleep and gratitude. She reached a hand down, lightly brushing against the heavy, tense muscles of his abdomen. "I can still help you release, too... if you are hard. Even though you wouldn’t enter me. I can use my hands, or my mouth."

Syris’s hands paused on her hips. His green eyes darkened, the vertical slits narrowing to incredibly thin, dangerous lines. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, his breath hitching with a restrained, primal hunger.

"No, little mouse," Syris whispered, his voice vibrating with a dark, terrifying promise. "Nothing would give me satisfaction than having to delve my cock deep into your folds."